Okay, I know, I suck. I am so sorry I took so long to get this out. I have a million reasons, most of them good ones, death in the family, then finals, then no internet for three weeks, plus after my grandma died I wasn't really in the mood to write. But I forced myself, so hopefully this did turn out okay. And since I'm sure most of you don't care about my five hundred million excuses and reasons, here's the story.
Monday morning passed in a blur for Hermione. She spent most of the morning in Albus's office going over her class work for the day. It really did go much faster working on it one-on-one with the headmaster. Hermione had then hurriedly eaten her lunch before heading up to her room to start packing up her belongings. Conjuring a few boxes Hermione went over to her private shelf in her common room. She didn't keep many books here; most of her books were in her room, but the few that were for classes she didn't use often she left out in the common room. Rather than magically packing up the books she decided to do it by hand. She had always found something calming about packing by hand when she had the leisure.
She had almost filled one box when Draco Malfoy walked in. He stopped and stared at her obviously flustered, "Granger." He finally said, "Aren't you normally in a class right now?"
"I'm excused from classes this week."
"Oh," Malfoy then noticed what she was doing. "Why are you are packing?"
"I'm moving into a different chamber Friday after I get married."
Malfoy looked flabbergasted, "Married? You were supposed to find a way out of this idiotic position my git of a father put us in! You aren't supposed to be calmly accepting this and packing up to move once we're married!"
Hermione finally got fed up with his ranting and pulled out her wand and cast a silencing charm on Malfoy. "Well I suppose that answers the question of whether or not you know of the petition. And I never said I was marrying you, I'm marrying someone else."
Malfoy opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Shooting a glare at Hermione she sighed and reversed the charm. "So there's no way we're getting married then?"
"No, I'm getting married Friday."
Malfoy nodded, "Good, to whom?"
"George Weasley, he offered once he had heard of your petition for me."
"My father's petition."
"Why would he even send one in for me in your name, he hates me more than you do."
Malfoy shrugged, "He wrote me the same time he sent it in. Made a bunch of comments about restoring the Malfoy name to greatness. Voldemort is gone and not coming back, so Father's decided to try and get in on the survivor's good side, as well as he can being in Azkaban anyway."
"He knows we don't get along though."
"Exactly, that is part of his punishment towards me for not following Voldemort." Upon seeing the confused look on her face he stated, "Don't even bother trying to figure out his motives, he's becoming more and more insane the longer he stays in Azkaban." Draco had not fought on either side of the war; he had decided to stay neutral claiming the war was a bunch of rubbish. He didn't want to be Voldemort's lapdog for the rest of his life, but he wasn't about to become Dumbledore's either.
Hermione just nodded, "Will he try anything against us since we're not getting married?"
"If you're married to someone else no, he is already stuck in Azkaban but at least he's alive. If he tries anything else he'll be killed, and he knows it. He won't risk that."
Hermione nodded and silence hung around the pair for a few moments until Hermione started placing more books in the box in front of her.
Walking over to her Malfoy stopped her, "Here I can pack these, I have a free hour. Why don't you get started in your room."
"Alright," as she stood up she remembered something, "George is coming by at three."
Malfoy nodded, "I have a class don't worry."
"I told him not to start anything with you, there's been enough fighting."
Malfoy looked up at her, surprise etched on his features. "Thank you. As such I won't start anything with him either. Just don't expect me to become best pals with him, or you for that matter."
"Wouldn't dream of it Malfoy."
"Better not Granger, sides Weasley might get jealous if you dream of me."
Hermione's laughter could be heard echoing through the common room.
Hermione spent the rest of the afternoon packing up the books in her room. After a while she heard Malfoy call, "The books out here are packed up, I'm off to class." She had hollered back a thank you, which he had ignored, not that she expected anything else from him. It was a relief though knowing she didn't have to worry about either of the Malfoy's causing trouble.
Around two-thirty she finished packing up her books and decided to change her robes. She picked a nice casual robe of light blue to wear and pulled her hair back in a low ponytail. Crookshanks began to rub himself against her ankles demanding attention and she laughed and knelt down to pet him. "I'm getting married Crookshanks," she whispered, "I do hope you and George get along." Crookshanks just purred as his mistress petted him. She stopped when she heard a knock on her door and looked up.
"Come in."
George walked in and smiled at her, "I hope you don't mind. Albus gave me the password to the common room, he said Malfoy could change it once you left."
Hermione shook her head, "I don't mind." She said with a small smile. "Speaking of Malfoy I talked to him today."
"Do I get to hex him?" George asked with a grin.
"No, his father sent it in without asking him. He just told him about it afterwards. Apparently he made a bunch of comments about restoring honor to the Malfoy name and punishing Malfoy for not supporting Voldemort. Malfoy doesn't think his father will bother us once we're married, and I think I agree with him. He apparently had been looking forward to the prospect of us getting married as much as I had been."
George nodded, "Well its good that we don't have to worry about the Malfoys, although I had been wanting to go ferret hunting."
Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes, "You're all the same you know that. Ron, Harry, and Ginny all wanted to go after him as well."
George walked over and placed his arm around Hermione's shoulder, 'We're protective of you that's all."
"And you hate Malfoy." She stated as she leaned against him.
"Well yes, but that's beside the point."
Hermione giggled, "You still can't go after him."
George pretended to pout but then sighed, "Well fine, but since I can't go after Malfoy you have to come shopping with me."
"Well since I had already planned on that I suppose so."
"And we're meeting Fred for dinner. Angelina can't make it this week, but she is coming Friday. Since we'll already be out we just decided to go tonight. We're supposed to meet at The Three Broomsticks at six."
"That sounds fine." With plans made the couple headed up to the Headmaster's office. After a brief conversation telling Albus of their plans they flooed to Hogsmeade. George then guided Hermione into a small jewelry shop and took her over to where the wedding rings were.
"I already looked yesterday so why don't you look for a bit and then tell me which ones you like." Hermione nodded and began to look over the selection, she bypassed the silver and platinum rings, having already decided she wanted gold to match her engagement ring. One pair of rings that caught her eye were of a Celtic design. They had vines of gold crossed over each other in an elaborate design which made up the band. They were simple in design, but amazingly beautiful.
She pointed them out to George who smiled at her, "Those were the ones I liked best too. I'm glad we agree." George then motioned to the saleswoman who took them out. After finding out George and Hermione's ring sizes she charmed them to fit perfectly. "Here you," she said with a smile. "You two look great together, I hope you are very happy."
Hermione blushed as George thanked the woman and pocketed the box containing the rings. He then placed his hand on the small of Hermione's back guiding her out of the store, "So is there anywhere you would like to go? We have over an hour before we have to meet Fred."
"Not really, I went to all the places I needed to go Saturday, how about you?"
"Nope. Want to just walk around and window shop?"
"Sure."
George nodded and then reached over to take Hermione's hand, she looked up at him in surprise but then smiled and relaxed. The two wandered around Hogsmeade for the hour, just talking quietly to each other. Hermione learned more of the twin's business, and George found out what classes Hermione was taking, which was everything but Divination and Muggle Studies.
"I'm going to want to avoid you around exams then aren't I?"
Hermione playfully glared at him, before sticking out her tongue. George laughed before leaning in and kissing her temple. Hermione didn't say anything, but she wondered why George was becoming so affectionate with her. Before her thoughts could go any further, George started to tug on her hand.
"We're going to be late to meet Fred if we don't hurry." She nodded and followed him into The Three Broomsticks, Fred was already there waiting for him.
Getting up Fred gave Hermione a quick hug, and took note of the fact that the two had been holding hands when they walked in, before greeting George. "Well I must say I am amazed, my brother actually managed to be on time for once. Hermione you must be a good influence on him."
Hermione laughed, "Well Fred, to be honest, I lost track of time, it was George who realized we were going to be late and needed to get here."
Fred then gasped in fake astonishment, "George actually realized he needed to be somewhere, and on time? This can't be! This must not really be George, it must be a fake!" Fred then pretended to try and take George's face off while George muttered about idiotic brothers and Hermione laughed at the two's antics.
George finally managed to get Fred to leave him alone and the threesome sat down to dinner. Fred entertained the two with tales of what had happened at the shop that day, including one person who had been pranked on by his neighbor and couldn't get the blue and pink streaks out of his hair. He had finally ended up buying the original product to get the directions, and a few other items for revenge on his neighbor. In between stories Fred also playfully whined about being abandoned by his brother and how it was going to be so hard to manage the shop without him for a week.
It was during Fred's whining that Hermione got an idea.
"So I guess now would be a bad time to tell you that George doesn't plan on staying in business with you for very much longer then would it?"
Fred's head shot up and he looked over at Hermione. "What are you talking about?"
"Well George and I have been talked these past few days and we've decided that we want to start having children as soon as possible, and since I'm still in school, and most likely apprenticing with Professor McGonagall he would stay at home and watch the children."
Quickly catching on to Hermione's plan George added in, "Now I'm sure in the evenings and when Hermione's not working or studying I can come over and continue to help develop products and such, I still plan on being a part of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, I just won't be working there full time."
Fred just looked at his brother in shock, "You're leaving, you're having kids immediately, you're leaving." Fred just placed his head in his hands, "Not even married yet and I'm already losing my brother to his soon to be wife."
Hermione couldn't take it anymore and began to laugh, "Fred, we're kidding. I just thought it was funny how you were whining about being left alone at work for one week, I thought your reaction would be even more amusing if you thought your brother was leaving, leaving, that's all."
Fred then playfully glared at her, "You are going to be trouble in our family aren't you. Not even my sister yet and you pick on me almost as much as Ginny does, if not more."
George laughed at his brother and pulled Hermione closer and draped his arm across her shoulders, "She's been perfectly nice to me."
"Of course she has, she's marrying you." The trio continued to banter back and forth for the rest of their meal, but the main thing Fred was noticing was that George's arm stayed around Hermione's shoulder, and she didn't seem to mind. Even before George had put his arm around her the two had been touching each other the entire evening, just casual brushes, barely noticeable. And although George had been initiating them more than Hermione, she hadn't seemed to mind one bit. Making a note to talk to Ginny and see if she had noticed anything Fred put it from his mind and concentrated on the couple in front of him.
After dinner George and Hermione headed back to Hogwarts and George asked Hermione if she wanted to go see the rooms that Dumbledore had had prepared for them. "Just be prepared, most of my stuff is in boxes strewn all over."
Hermione laughed and promised to ignore his boxes. They flooed to Dumbledore's office, greeted the Headmaster, and then made their way to their chambers. Hermione noticed that their chambers were in the same hallway as Gryffindor tower, just on the opposite side of the hall. The opening was guarded by a painting of a lion relaxing with a lioness and two cubs playing near them. George leaned in and whispered, "Lion King," and the lioness yawned as the portrait swung open. Hermione had to stifle a gasp when she walked in.
"I know I had the same reaction when Minerva first showed me the rooms. The two were standing in a beautiful living area, it had a large fireplace and a couch as well as two large comfy chairs. It also had a wooden table with two chairs by a window. There were also a few end tables scattered throughout the room. There were also several doorways leading out of the room. George put a hand on the small of Hermione's back and started to show her the different rooms. There was a small dining room with a table that could comfortably seat eight people, and beyond that a small kitchen. "We're still allowed in the Great Hall of course, they just thought it would be nice for us to be able to eat in here if we wanted to, plus this way we can entertain guests."
"I love it, although I must admit I am not the greatest in the kitchen."
"Well then it's a good thing I can cook, plus I'm sure if you ask Mum would be happy to show you some of the basics."
"I'll have to do that some time then." Hermione said with a small smile.
George then took her out of the dining room and showed her a room that had been set up as a small lab. "I can use this for testing and inventing products and you can use it for potion making." He explained. The next room was a small library with a large table in the middle. Most of George's boxes were on the table waiting to be unpacked.
"A dining room, a kitchen, a lab, and a library, they sure tried to make sure we have everything didn't they." Hermione asked George.
"Yea they did. The, um, bedroom is also pretty nice. About the only unpacking I've done is clothes and stuff in there. I wasn't sure where we were going to want to put everything."
Hermione nodded but didn't go to enter the bedroom. "I've already started packing my things, I can most likely finish tomorrow and then maybe Wednesday before we go to Hogsmeade we can unpack our stuff together?" she asked.
"That sounds good. Now all we have left to do is decide on what colors we want for everything."
"Well I have a few ideas, I think the lab we should just leave how it is, the tile with the white walls."
"I agree, and I was thinking the dining room is nice as well, with the wooden floors and cream walls.
"I think for the kitchen we should change the color of the walls though, that bright yellow would drive me insane within days, if not hours. Should we just go with a much, much paler shade?" George nodded so Hermione quickly cast the spell to repaint the walls, fiddling with the shading until they both agreed, it ended up looking barely yellow, just a few shades above white.
They then went back to the library where George suggested she use green in the room, "I know you like the color," he said, "And considering you will most likely end up spending more time in here than me."
Hermione laughed and kissed his cheek before casting a few spells and making the walls a light sea green and the carpeting a darker hunter green.
George then took her hand and guided her to the bedroom. It was almost as large as the living room, with a huge closet and a long dresser with a mirror atop of it. There were two windows on opposite sides of the room, one window had a couch infront of it and the other had two chairs and a table. Hermione looked at the windows in the bedroom then out at the living area.
"The windows must be enchanted to show the outside, there is no way these are all natural."
"You're right. Minerva told me earlier when I asked about them."
Hermione nodded before looking around the room again. "So is there any color you would prefer for in here?"
"I've always been a fan of blue."
Hermione nodded before waving her wand. Soon the room was furnished in varying shades of blue. A light blue for the walls, and a darker, almost navy blue for the carpet. The couches and chairs were done in a checkered pattern of light and dark blue and the bed was done in light blue with navy trimmings.
George admired the room for a few seconds before turning to Hermione and exclaiming, "Perfect! That was easier than I thought it would be."
"Of course it was," Hermione replied. "I did most of the work."
George laughed before he tickled her, "I helped." Hermione giggled and when George went to tickle her again she quickly admitted that he had been a huge help. George just grinned at her. "I love knowing you're weakness. All I have to do is threaten to tickle you and you start to agree with everything I say."
Hermione glared at her fiancé before sticking her tongue out at him. She then turned around and walked into the library. While scanning the titles she noticed books that most likely belonged to George as well as some advanced books on transfiguration, charms, ancient runes, and even a few potions. There were also a few wizarding novels she had heard of but never read, as well as a few of her favorites. One book that caught her eye was the newest edition of "A History of Hogwarts." Making a mental note to find out who the books came from and to thank them, she picked a book on transfiguration and went back out into the common room.
"Do you mind if I stay here and read for a bit?" She asked George as he entered the room.
"Of course not, this is your place too."
"Even though I don't live here yet?"
"Well I would say move in now, but I think Mum, and everyone else who's ever met you might get a tad bit upset," said George with a small blush on his cheeks, which made Hermione laugh as she settled on the couch.
George then ducked into the library and came out with a potions book. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.
"Of course not, it's your couch too you know."
"Well, how about that."
Rolling her eyes Hermione laughed and made sure George had plenty of room on the couch. George then sat down and the two started to read. After a few minutes George looked up at Hermione who was on the opposite side of the couch.
"Come here," he said.
Without looking up from her book Hermione asked, "Hmm?"
"Come closer, sit over here with me."
Hermione gave George a puzzled look, "George I'm on the couch with you, I'm already sitting with you."
With a sigh George got up and tugged Hermione over to his side of the couch, then before she could move away he put an arm around her waist pulling her against him. He then went back to reading, balancing his book on the arm of the couch and turning the pages with his free hand.
"George, what was that about?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"I just wanted to be closer to you, hold you, is all." He said without looking up from his book. A blush was spreading across his face and neck. "I mean, if you'd rather I didn't you don't have to stay."
Hermione gave a small gasp of shock, and pleasure, before relaxing and resting her head against George's chest. "No this is fine, I was just surprised is all," she said before returning to her book. She missed the grin that spread across George's face as he turned the page at her words.
The pair continued to read for awhile, enjoying both their books and the closeness they were feeling. The silence was finally broken some time later when Hermione tried to stifle a yawn. Looking up at the clock above the fireplace George was surprised to see that over two hours had passed. He reluctantly let go of Hermione and stood up to stretch. Turning around George saw Hermione laying down on the couch looking like she was about to fall asleep.
"Come on sleepy head. You know if you stay here before Friday I will have a list of people after my head. You're just gonna have to walk the twenty feet down the hall to your room."
Yawning and rubbing her eyes Hermione mumbled a few choice comments before getting up. After taking her book back to the small library she walked back over to George and gave him a hug. "This was nice," she said as she leaned against him.
"It was."
Pressing a quick kiss against Hermione's hair George then released her. Picking up her cloak he walked over to the door and opened it. "Are you coming?"
"George you don't have to walk me to my room, like you said it's only about twenty feet down the hall."
"I want to. Why are you always so difficult?" he asked while poking her as she walked by.
The grin on his face told Hermione that he was only teasing her so she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Why Miss Granger, I'm surprised at you. I expected a higher level of maturity from you than that."
"A renown prankster talking of maturity. Have I walked into The Twilight Zone?"
"Huh?"
"Sorry, its an old Muggle television show. Weird things always happened during it."
"Ah. Well we have reached your doorway, and I can now sleep soundly knowing that you got here safely."
Hermione laughed while George placed her cloak across her shoulders. She started to whisper her password but then changed her mind and turned to George instead.
"Thank you," was all she said.
After a moment George replied, "You don't need to thank me. I'm happy to help out."
"You're doing more than just helping out George. These past few days have been indescribable. You've been so sweet and caring. A girl couldn't ask for a better friend."
George's face paled at the word friend. "Of course," he said stiffly. "I need to go now though, good night." George quickly turned around and reentered his chambers. Hermione stood there staring at the spot where George had been just seconds ago trying to figure out what had just happened. Just then a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Ouch Granger. That wasn't even directed at me and it stung."
Turning around Hermione saw Draco leaning against the wall. "You were listening?" she asked.
"Didn't mean to. I overheard the end as I walked up. Just finished my rounds. Those of us not getting married to our friends still have patrolling to do."
The two entered the common room before Hermione finally asked. "What did you mean by that."
"By what?"
"Those of us not getting married to our friends still have patrolling to do. You put an emphasis on friend, why?"
"Granger, Granger, Granger. Are you telling me you really don't know."
"Know what?"
"That the Weasel Twin fancies you."
"First unless you want to be hexed into next year you will never call him that again, and secondly what are you talking about?"
"And it seems the feelings go both ways. Fine I won't insult your fiancé, especially since it is because of him we don't have to get married."
"Which I thank God for a million times a day."
"Agreed. And are you really telling me you don't know that George fancies you."
"George does not fancy me."
"Is Denial a nice place to live?"
"Malfoy are you on something, did a potion go wrong and make you delusional?"
"Granger I'm telling you your darling fiancé fancies you. Even Ron would have figured it out by that little display tonight."
"What display?"
"The look on George's face when you called him your friend. He looked like someone had cast the killing curse on his dog."
"George doesn't have a dog."
"Not the point."
"Then what is the point?"
"That he fancies you! He would not have looked that upset over you calling him a friend if he didn't fancy you."
Hermione just stared at Draco. "He doesn't fancy me Malfoy. Believe what you want but he doesn't."
Throwing his arms up in the air Draco said, "Fine don't believe me. But at least answer me this, why are you so against him fancying you. I would think it's a good thing considering the two of you are getting married Friday."
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but no sound came out.
"Personally I'm beginning to think you do fancy him, and you're just afraid to consider that he may feel the same."
Blinking in astonishment Hermione finally shook her head, "You're insane Malfoy. I'm going to bed."
Shrugging his shoulders Draco just sighed. "Fine live in denial. Although personally I think you would be happier if you didn't."
Hermione just sighed and made her way into her bedroom. Throwing her cloak over her chair she sank on her bed, Malfoy's words ringing through her brain. There was no way he fancied her, let alone she fancy him. They were getting married because of the marriage law. That was the only reason. They had been friends for years, not the type of friendship she shared with Harry and Ron, but they had been friends. That's all they were to each other.
"But if that's true," she whispered, "Why does part of me want what Malfoy says to be true?" Fiddling with her engagement ring Hermione looked helplessly down at it as if it contained the answer to her question.
George was going through a similar dilemma. Pacing back and forth through his chambers he kept muttering "I'm such a good friend. A friend!" Finally he collapsed in a chair, making sure to not look at the spot that he and Hermione had been sitting in earlier.
"More like cuddling." He whispered with a sigh.
George started to wonder when things had become so bloody complicated. He finally decided that it had been in that blasted book store. Hermione had been upset, so being the nice bloke that he was, he had comforted her. And while doing so had noticed how she had grown up. She wasn't just his little brother's best friend anymore, as cliché as it sounded, Hermione had grown up into a beautiful woman, and George had finally noticed.
But that didn't explain why he had been hurt when Hermione had called him a friend. He should be happy that his fiancé considered him a friend. They were supposed to be friends.
"This is getting me nowhere." George finally muttered before stalking over to the fireplace. Dumbledore had said that a floo connection had been set up in the chambers and decided that now was as good a time as any to test it. Within seconds he was in his old apartment and found his brother reading The Daily Prophet.
"Well I must say I didn't expect to see you so soon, marital problems already?"
"Normally I would throw something at you, but unfortunately you may be right."
Throwing his paper on the table Fred looked up, "I was kidding."
George collapsed on the couch with a sigh. "It's probably nothing."
"Of course it is, because if it was something you wouldn't be in my flat at almost midnight."
"Hermione said I was her friend."
"Aren't you?"
"Well yea, it was just, I don't know."
"You wanted her to admit that you're more to her than just a friend and fiancé. You wanted her to say she cared for you as more than a friend."
George just looked at his brother in shock. "Why would you think that?"
Fred rolled his eyes and began counting off on his fingers. "You're being here now moping about her calling you a friend. There's the fact that you two walked into The Three Broomsticks holding hands. The both of you kept doing the casual I'm touching you but pretending it's an accident touching thing. Your arm was around her for how long during dinner? Mind you she didn't complain. Ginny told me about how you obsessed over picking out Hermione's engagement ring. There's also the fact that you volunteered to marry Hermione in the first place. Do I need to continue?"
"No," muttered George sullenly.
"Mate, she's your fiancé, it's a good thing that you fancy her."
"She doesn't feel the same."
"How do you know she's not fighting it the same way you are?"
"It's Hermione Fred, the same Hermione who always got fed up with us and our pranks when we were at Hogwarts."
"She mainly got annoyed when we gave them to first years."
"And now you're defending her."
"She's my sister, or close enough. We both defend Ginny all the time."
"How
can I fancy Hermione?"
"She's always been a nice girl, bit over the top at times. I could see the two of you getting along fine."
George looked over at his brother in amazement. "You're kidding."
"Nope. I just never said anything before because I figured Ron would throw a hissy fit, and there were so many other ways to cause that I figured it wasn't worth it.
"It's like I don't even know you."
Fred shrugs. "So are you going to tell her?"
"Tell who what?"
Fred leaned over and smacked George upside the head. "Tell Hermione you fancy her you git!"
"I can't do that!"
"You can't tell your fiancé that you fancy her?"
"No. She would most likely hex me into next week and then end up marrying Malfoy."
"I doubt that. She's marrying you so that she won't have to marry him remember?"
"She could change her mind."
"I doubt it. But fine, play the chicken. Just go do it in your own chambers. Some of us have to go to work tomorrow and I feel like getting some sleep."
Nodding George got up and walked over to the fireplace. Before grabbing a handful of floo powder he turned and asked, "Do you think there's a chance she feels the same?"
"I don't know." Fred answered honestly. "I don't know her that well, but after seeing you today I think there might be a chance. But even if she doesn't feel the same, she deserves to know how you feel."
"I'll think about it," was all George said as he stepped into the green flames and disappeared.
"I hope you do." Sighing Fred got out some parchment and a quill and jotted a quick letter to Ginny filling her in on the evening's events. "I know she thinks there is something going on between those two. I just hope it doesn't end up one sided."
Back in the Head's common room Draco was staring at Hermione's closed door.
"Why am I even bothering to get involved?" He asked aloud. "Doesn't affect me anymore, we're not the ones getting married. I'm suddenly getting the weird feeling that I at some point developed a conscience. I bloody well hope not. That would be annoying."
Grabbing his things Draco headed into his own rooms. "I suppose I can just consider this my bloody wedding gift to her, and a sort of apology for all those damn mudblood comments over the years. Not that I would ever admit that to anyone."
Satisfied with his conclusions Draco started to plot how to make Hermione see what was staring her in the face, even though she seemed to be damn bloody determined not to.
"She's a bleeding Gryffindor for crying out loud. She's supposed to be brave, so why is she being so chicken about this?"
"Because she's a girl and her heart is involved."
"Okay, this is definitely a bad sign; I'm talking and answering myself. And I sound gay! I'm going to need some help with this problem."
Draco started going over a list of her friends. Ron would attempt to kill him, and end up severely injured which wouldn't help Hermione to realize her feelings for George. The same would also happen if he tried to talk to Ginny. With a start Draco realized who he would have to go talk to, his temper was no where as bad as the Weasels.
"I'm going to have to go ask bloody Potter for help."
Well that's all for now. I hope you guys enjoyed chapter three. And if Draco is a bit out of character I'm sorry. I have issues with Draco, I love him in fanfiction and as such I can't write him as a complete bastard. I tried to keep him sort of in character. And please leave reviews! They make me happy and smile and thanks to all of you that have reviewed so far! I will try and get chapter four up as soon as I can!
