Chapter 10

Detention and the Astronomy Tower

Disclaimer: Although I wish that I owned Harry or Ron or Draco, I do not own a thing.

After all of the students had cleared the room, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco each found a seat and waited for detention to end.

"Mione, are you all right? Did that prat say anything to you?" Ron asked, his fists at his side.

"No Ron, he didn't say anything to me."

Hermione looked at Draco and smiled .

Draco pointed down at his book as though he was signaling something to her.

Hermione picked up her notebook and whispered, "This?"

Draco nodded his head and pretended to write something.

Hermione had the feeling that he wanted her to write something to him.

Making sure that Harry and Ron were not watching, Hermione opened her notebook and began to write.

Ron and Harry are going to kill you if they see you writing to me.

Hermione gasped as writing appeared next to what she had just wrote.

Draco: That would be interesting to see Weasley and Potter try to fight me.

Hermione: How are you writing to me?

Draco: A smiple spell I learned from Snape. Yeah, I know, I actually learned something.

Hermione smiled.

Hermione: So, have you decided where we can meet?

Draco: I have an idea of somewhere we could go, but I'm not sure if it's the best place to meet.

Hermione: Where is it?

Draco: The Astronomy Tower.

Hermione: That would be perfect. Why don't you think we should go there?

Draco: Never mind, I don't know what I was thinking. That would be a good place to meet

Hermione: Great.

Draco: Hermione, look over your shoulder.

Hermione looked up from her journal and noticed Harry and Ron staring back at her.

"What?" Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders.

Harry and Ron continued to stare at her for another few seconds and then returned to their conversation about their partners for Potions.

Hermione: That was close. Thanks for talking to me, Draco. I probably would have gone mad listening to them talk about the girls they fancy.

Draco: No problem.

Hermione: Before I go, I just wanted to know if we were really going to meet in the Astronomy Tower?

Draco: Having second thoughts?

Hermione: No, I'm not having second thoughts. I will meet you at 10:00. Does that sound all right?

Draco: Sounds perfect. I'll see you then.

Hermione: See you soon.

Hermione shut her journal and rested her head in her hands, a smile spread across her face.

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"Draco, are you there?" Hermione whispered as she peered up the steps to the Astronomy Tower.

Draco appeared at the top of the steps, and checking to see if anyone was watching, Hermione ran up to greet him.

"This way," He said, taking her hand and leading her towards a dark hallway.

"It's so dark." Hermione said, gripping on to Draco's arm.

"You'll be all right. I'm here."

At the end of the dark hallway was a door that led to another flight of stairs. After climbing the second flight of stairs, they finally reached the Astronomy Tower.

"We're here." Draco said as they reached the top step.

The room was small with seats against the walls and a large winodw that displayed the glowing moon and each and every tiny sparkling star.

Hermione walked over to the window and peered out at the peaceful sky.

"This is perfect." She said softly.

Draco took his wand from his pocket and conjured a comfy couch for them to sit on.

"I like to come here to think." Draco said as he took a seat on the couch.

"What do you think about? Hermione asked, also taking a seat on the couch.

Draco closed his eyes for a few seconds. "My Mum."

Hermione placed her hand on Draco's hand.

"I'm sorry about your Mum, Draco. I-I didn't know that you were so close."

Draco shook his head. "Not that many people did. They assumed that I was just like my father, cold hearted and thoughtless."

"You're not like him, Draco. Your father is a horrid man, and he deserves every bloody thing that they are going to do to him in Azkaban."

Draco sighed. "I hope that they torture him, just like he has tortured me. But enough of him, let's talk about us"

"What about us?"

"Well, you know that the annual ball is coming up, and I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me? Draco asked.

"What about our secret?"

Draco took Hermione's hands in his.

"Since it is a masked ball, no one will know that it is us."

Hermione smiled as she remembered the theme for the ball.

"I cannot believe that I forgot about that when I was the one that came up with the idea."

Draco laughed.

"Anyways, I would love to be your date." Hermione said.

"Great."

An odd silence quickly filled the room.

Hermione looked down at her wristwatch and gasped.

"Draco, I need to get back to the common room. Ginny is supposed to be covering for me until 11:00." Hermione said as she got to her feet.

Draco sighed and took her hand.

"I need to do something before we go."

Draco placed his hand on Hermione's cheek and slowly leaned forward, softly pressing his lips against hers.

Draco pulled away and looked into Hermione's eyes.

"I also have something to ask you."

Hermione smiled. "What?"

"I have been waiting to ask you this, but I was wondering if you would be my girlfriend? Now, If you don't want to, that's all right." Draco said softly.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded her head. "Sure."

A/N: Like Kip says on Napoleon Dynamite, It's gettin' pretty serious. Fluff, fluff, and more fluff. I love it! By the way, a special thanks goes out to the Jessie who made that lovely comment about my story. I did indeed write that, and I just wanted to thank you for telling me how horrible it was and how bad of a writer I am. Like I said before to that hellohello person, I'm not telling you that you need to read it. If you don't like it, fine. I'm all right with that. You could put me down all you want, just keep it to yourself. I'm not saying that I can't take criticism, because I can. I am welcome to any kind of review, except the ones like that. Just because you hate this story doesn't mean that other people don't. Other than Jessie, thank you to everyone that reviewed!

Love always,

Jess