Hermione sighed, sitting in the windowsill of the astronomy tower, next to
Draco.
"What am I going to tell Harry and Ron?" Hermione said, watching two shadows, moving stealthily across the grounds. Draco looked over at Hermione, about to snap at her.
"What do you mean?" he said, noticing the forced calmness of his own voice. Hermione looked at him skeptically.
"Well, it's going to be hard keeping this secret from them. Their my best friends." Hermione was astonished that Draco wasn't screaming at her. She had never seen him so calm before.
Draco looked into Hermione's eyes and smiled.
"You're the cleverest witch in this year, Hermione. Surely you can keep it from them?" Hermione shook her head.
"I've never kept anything from them though." She paused, remembering when she wouldn't tell Ron, or Harry about who she was going to the Yule Ball with until they saw him. "Well, almost." She blushed, looking away from Draco. He turned her face back toward him.
"Hermione, you cannot tell them and they cannot know. If you want me to stay alive and if you want them to stay alive then you cannot tell them, okay?" Hermione felt tears swell up in her eyes again, and tried to speak but she merely just nodded. She glanced out of the Astronomy Tower window and saw Harry and Ron, practicing for the Quidditch match that would take place the next day.
"Are you ready for the match, tomorrow?" She said, not even thinking about what she was saying. Then it hit her. She would have to cheer for Draco, but she couldn't, because that would cause awkward questions, and then again, if she didn't cheer for Harry and Ron, that, too would cause awkward questions.
"Pretty much. Looks like Weasley and Potter are a little worried. They have to sneak out at night and practice on their own." He smirked. Hermione laughed nervously.
"I'm supposed to be out there. Since I'm one of the Gryffindor Prefects, Professor McGonagall said they could not practice unless I was out there, along with Ron." Draco cocked an eyebrow and looked slightly confused, but he didn't object.
"Alright," he said, looking out the window once again. Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'll cheer for a different side tomorrow, Draco Malfoy." He smiled and kissed her back, only this time; he caught her lips in a long, deep, passionate kiss.
"I hope so."
"What am I going to tell Harry and Ron?" Hermione said, watching two shadows, moving stealthily across the grounds. Draco looked over at Hermione, about to snap at her.
"What do you mean?" he said, noticing the forced calmness of his own voice. Hermione looked at him skeptically.
"Well, it's going to be hard keeping this secret from them. Their my best friends." Hermione was astonished that Draco wasn't screaming at her. She had never seen him so calm before.
Draco looked into Hermione's eyes and smiled.
"You're the cleverest witch in this year, Hermione. Surely you can keep it from them?" Hermione shook her head.
"I've never kept anything from them though." She paused, remembering when she wouldn't tell Ron, or Harry about who she was going to the Yule Ball with until they saw him. "Well, almost." She blushed, looking away from Draco. He turned her face back toward him.
"Hermione, you cannot tell them and they cannot know. If you want me to stay alive and if you want them to stay alive then you cannot tell them, okay?" Hermione felt tears swell up in her eyes again, and tried to speak but she merely just nodded. She glanced out of the Astronomy Tower window and saw Harry and Ron, practicing for the Quidditch match that would take place the next day.
"Are you ready for the match, tomorrow?" She said, not even thinking about what she was saying. Then it hit her. She would have to cheer for Draco, but she couldn't, because that would cause awkward questions, and then again, if she didn't cheer for Harry and Ron, that, too would cause awkward questions.
"Pretty much. Looks like Weasley and Potter are a little worried. They have to sneak out at night and practice on their own." He smirked. Hermione laughed nervously.
"I'm supposed to be out there. Since I'm one of the Gryffindor Prefects, Professor McGonagall said they could not practice unless I was out there, along with Ron." Draco cocked an eyebrow and looked slightly confused, but he didn't object.
"Alright," he said, looking out the window once again. Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'll cheer for a different side tomorrow, Draco Malfoy." He smiled and kissed her back, only this time; he caught her lips in a long, deep, passionate kiss.
"I hope so."