Chapter Four- A Memory

Days passed and Hermione just can't get Draco out of her mind. His pale face, his blue-gray eyes, his smile…his very sexy smile.

She shook her head. "I SHOULD BE FORGETTING ABOUT HIM!!!" she thought.

But she can't. She just can't. And what made her mad was the fact that Draco still loved her.

"UGH!!" she screamed, and squeezed the tube of minty toothpaste she was holding. She brushed her teeth and began to reminisce…

Flashback

"Pssst…Hermione, someone wants to give this to you!" whispered some guy, handing her folded piece of parchment. Hermione raised an eyebrow and said "thanks" and unfolded it.

"Meet me behind Morbid Cupid's statue NOW. It's urgent," it said.

"Who could have written this note?" Hermione asked herself as she gazed at the messy handwriting.

She guessed it would be either Harry or Ron or Viktor Krum or all of them.

"No, maybe it's a Slytherin…" she thought.

But, curiosity got the better of her and she went. She saw a light-blond-haired lad.

"YOU?!" she gasped. (Yes, it was Draco)

"Yes, Hermione, it's me," Draco replied.

"What do you want from me Malfoy? And make it snappy, because I have more important things to do!" snapped Hermione.

"Uh…I love you?" Draco said sheepishly, then blushed.

"Alright, Malfoy, I see the joke hash so can I go now?" Hermione was very annoyed, but, she noticed Draco's face was solemn, not the usual smirk and sneer she always received.

"Are you serious?!" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I am," Draco replied.

"But I thought—…"

Draco put his index finger on his lips, and his left hand rummaged through the breastpocket of his suit. Finally, he found what he was looking for; a very crumpled piece of parchment.

Clearing his throat, he began to read:

"Dear Hermione,

If I'm about to read this whole thing to you I must have gathered up the courage to tell you this: You're breathtaking. I cannot let another day pass without telling you that. My emotions have grown too strong for me to hold any longer. In every crowd, I look for your face. My eyes are drawn to your angelic face like bees to honey. Nothing could be sweeter than your beauty, as well as everything about you. But, how could I have noticed only now? I've known you for so long, made your life miserable…but I've never been brought to my knees this way before. I want to touch your face just to know if you're real, not a mere mirage. Hermione, I apologize for the times I insulted you and hurt your feelings. The reason why I wrote and read you this letter is because I wanna ask permission from you if it's okay that I go mad falling in love with you. This is not a joke, Hermione. I really, truly, sincerely love you.

Amazed by all that you are,

Draco Narcissus Black Malfoy"

He fidgeted and grasped the crumpled parchment tighter. Hermione was all too shocked. "Is he for real?" She didn't know whether to laugh or to tell him to piss off so she did the first thing on her mind. She pulled Draco near her and kissed him softly on the lips. Draco kissed back with a bit more passion, and they remained into each other's arms all night, with no one bothering them.

Hermione screamed and slapped her forehead. "Will you stop thinking about Draco, Hermione!?" But, then, she started crying. "Oh, Draco…(sniff sniff)."