Chapter 27
Draco's POV
As Christmas Day and the Winter Ball approached, homework started to pile up again as usual. The prefects and the Heads were called up to look after the Christmas decorations. Peevees was shut out of the Great Hall and Draco had personally asked the Bloody Baron to make sure Peeveees didn't try any attempts to get in.
The prefects did most of the work, with Hermione and Draco in charge. Though once in a while, when he thought no- one was looking, he would cozy up to Hermione, which she didn't mind at all. He just couldn't resist. However, he caught eye contact with Ron once. He had given him a glare saying, 'Don't even try." From then on, he controlled his urges.
After the Christmas decorations were set up, Draco had taken Hermione outside on to the grounds. "Come on, I want to show you something. But first the blind fold," he said to her. He pulled out a scarf from his pocket and turned to put it on her. "I don't think it's necessary," she said. "Oh, but it is," he replied. He tied it around her eyes and she immediately held on to him. "Don't do anything stupid!" was all she said. He held on to her hand and slowly led her away from the castle. He walked towards the Garden and he led her inside and to the fountain. When they had finally gone down the last steps, he peeled the scarf away from her face.
She gasped. "Oh my god! What's this supposed to be?" "What do you think it is? It's a picnic for 2! Just for you and me!" "But how did you get it all this food?" she asked. "Well, I went to the kitchens and asked for some food and I saw Dobby and asked him to bring them down here. I'm surprised he didn't hide from me. Well, anyway, let's get started! I'm starving!" They sat down and started to eat.
After they had finished the main course, Hermione went to get the dessert ready. As she turned around, Draco put his hand into the picnic basket and pulled out a camera. He got the camera ready as she turned back. He pressed the button, it flashed. When she saw the flash, she immediately covered her face. "What are you doing?!" she shrieked with shock, "I'm not even ready!"
He laughed. "I thought you looked beautiful. Don't you?" "No!" she shouted, "I'm going to get you Draco Lucius Malfoy!" He got up and ran away from the picnic area, followed by Hermione. He was laughing his head off and she was shouting at him about how he should never do that.
Then, he turned around and caught her fists. "Come on. I think you're beautiful, no matter what. Why are you so worried?" She sighed and shrugged. "Just a few more pictures?" he asked. She nodded. "Great!" For the rest of the afternoon, they mucked around and took pictures.
Hermione's POV
At the end of the term, the preparations for the Winter Ball started. It seemed that everyone was staying for the holidays again. With all the work that had to be done, they had hardly anytime to themselves.
A few days before Christmas, Hermione had pulled out all her shopping bags from the Hogsmeade trip and had made Draco see everyone of them. She had made him sit on the couch as she tried on each dress robe one by one. He was bored as ever. Even after he said she would look great in anything, she insisted on trying every one of them.
As she was twirling to let him see the back of the dress robes, he suddenly exclaimed, "Hermione! I'll say it once and I'll say it again, you look beautiful and your ass does not look big!" She put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. "So which one did you like best?" "Ummm... well... I'm not sure; you must've tried at least 20 different dress robes! How am I supposed to remember? Well... I remember a white one; did you have a blue one?" "Yes I did, glad to know you're paying attention," she said to him and went to get changed. She walked to the stairs and saw him waiting for her to come down. He was striding back and forth with impatience. She slowly walked down the stairs. He looked up and stopped pacing. His jaw dropped slightly. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she said, "What do you think?" "Perfect," he said with a smile, the smile that he always reserved for her. She grinned with pleasure. He walked forward and put his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck and asked, "What are you wearing?"
"I don't know," he said, "Some dress robe that my mother picked out for me, most likely black."
"Do you only wear dark colours?" she asked. He nodded. She sighed and shook her head. "I'm going to have to give your wardrobe a make over." He just shrugged. She rested her head and his shoulder and closed her eyes.
A/N: sorry, another short one.... I have a feeling this story is going to end soon..... Please review!!
Draco's POV
As Christmas Day and the Winter Ball approached, homework started to pile up again as usual. The prefects and the Heads were called up to look after the Christmas decorations. Peevees was shut out of the Great Hall and Draco had personally asked the Bloody Baron to make sure Peeveees didn't try any attempts to get in.
The prefects did most of the work, with Hermione and Draco in charge. Though once in a while, when he thought no- one was looking, he would cozy up to Hermione, which she didn't mind at all. He just couldn't resist. However, he caught eye contact with Ron once. He had given him a glare saying, 'Don't even try." From then on, he controlled his urges.
After the Christmas decorations were set up, Draco had taken Hermione outside on to the grounds. "Come on, I want to show you something. But first the blind fold," he said to her. He pulled out a scarf from his pocket and turned to put it on her. "I don't think it's necessary," she said. "Oh, but it is," he replied. He tied it around her eyes and she immediately held on to him. "Don't do anything stupid!" was all she said. He held on to her hand and slowly led her away from the castle. He walked towards the Garden and he led her inside and to the fountain. When they had finally gone down the last steps, he peeled the scarf away from her face.
She gasped. "Oh my god! What's this supposed to be?" "What do you think it is? It's a picnic for 2! Just for you and me!" "But how did you get it all this food?" she asked. "Well, I went to the kitchens and asked for some food and I saw Dobby and asked him to bring them down here. I'm surprised he didn't hide from me. Well, anyway, let's get started! I'm starving!" They sat down and started to eat.
After they had finished the main course, Hermione went to get the dessert ready. As she turned around, Draco put his hand into the picnic basket and pulled out a camera. He got the camera ready as she turned back. He pressed the button, it flashed. When she saw the flash, she immediately covered her face. "What are you doing?!" she shrieked with shock, "I'm not even ready!"
He laughed. "I thought you looked beautiful. Don't you?" "No!" she shouted, "I'm going to get you Draco Lucius Malfoy!" He got up and ran away from the picnic area, followed by Hermione. He was laughing his head off and she was shouting at him about how he should never do that.
Then, he turned around and caught her fists. "Come on. I think you're beautiful, no matter what. Why are you so worried?" She sighed and shrugged. "Just a few more pictures?" he asked. She nodded. "Great!" For the rest of the afternoon, they mucked around and took pictures.
Hermione's POV
At the end of the term, the preparations for the Winter Ball started. It seemed that everyone was staying for the holidays again. With all the work that had to be done, they had hardly anytime to themselves.
A few days before Christmas, Hermione had pulled out all her shopping bags from the Hogsmeade trip and had made Draco see everyone of them. She had made him sit on the couch as she tried on each dress robe one by one. He was bored as ever. Even after he said she would look great in anything, she insisted on trying every one of them.
As she was twirling to let him see the back of the dress robes, he suddenly exclaimed, "Hermione! I'll say it once and I'll say it again, you look beautiful and your ass does not look big!" She put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. "So which one did you like best?" "Ummm... well... I'm not sure; you must've tried at least 20 different dress robes! How am I supposed to remember? Well... I remember a white one; did you have a blue one?" "Yes I did, glad to know you're paying attention," she said to him and went to get changed. She walked to the stairs and saw him waiting for her to come down. He was striding back and forth with impatience. She slowly walked down the stairs. He looked up and stopped pacing. His jaw dropped slightly. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she said, "What do you think?" "Perfect," he said with a smile, the smile that he always reserved for her. She grinned with pleasure. He walked forward and put his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck and asked, "What are you wearing?"
"I don't know," he said, "Some dress robe that my mother picked out for me, most likely black."
"Do you only wear dark colours?" she asked. He nodded. She sighed and shook her head. "I'm going to have to give your wardrobe a make over." He just shrugged. She rested her head and his shoulder and closed her eyes.
A/N: sorry, another short one.... I have a feeling this story is going to end soon..... Please review!!