She gasped. "Draco, what are you doing here?" she said, worriedly. He looked like a mess. A nervous wreck. She suddenly felt sympathy for him.
She was just about to ask him to come in, but he came in on his own invitation.
Hermione was a little surprised at the look on his face. He seemed angry.
"Are you okay?" she said uncertainly.
"Okay?" said Draco, his voice dangerously to a whisper. "Okay?"
"Yeah..." said Hermione. She didn't trust the glint in his eyes.
"Hermione did you realize something? Let me start. As I was getting dressed into my tuxedo I was thinking about you, and whether you were going to come, and if you'd be impressed," he said insanely, walking toward her. "As I she was walking up the isle, I was wondering what kind of bride you would make. As she came toward me I imagined a pair of eyes that looked just like yours looking at me."
He gave a harsh laugh full of bitterness.
"So where is this going?" said Hermione, confused.
"Woman, don't you realize? The necklace you have on your neck," he touched th necklace, "is the necklace that I was supposed to give to Feridina. The note you got from a 'secret admirer' was from ME. I was confused at first on why you wouldn't get off my mind, and it was driving me insane! Remember when I got drunk? I was thinking about you! Can't you see Hermione? I'm madly, insanely, uncontrollably, involuntarily, in love with you!"
Hermione gasped.
"You didn't know that until now?" said Draco, surprised.
"Well you told me when you were drunk," said Hermione.
"And you thought I was drunk, that's why I said it?" said Draco.
"Yeah," admitted Hermione.
"But Hermione, you don't know me that well. I never lie. Ever!" said Draco. She felt bad for him, he looked so...sad. A little pathetic.
"Do you love me?" said Draco.
Draco backed her up into the wall.
Just then Hermione grinned. "I must be insane too."
"Why?" said Draco. He looked so helpless with his hair soaked from the rain, his robes muddy at the tips.
"Because I've always loved you too!"
And with that, Draco kissed her.
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Feridina was a crying mess.
She was getting a cup of tea from Narcissa.
"Feridina, don't be mad at me. But I expected it."
"What?" said Feridina hysterically.
"The way he was looking at her..." said Narcissa sadly. "I know my son."
"But what does she have that I don't?" said Feridina hysterically.
Narcissa shook her head. "Nothing. My son liked her because he could impress her so easily, surprise her so quickly."
Narcissa patted her back. "There are many more men to choose from."
Feridina took a gulp from her tea.
"I guess."