Chapter two
To him, she was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, even thought she was just dressed in loose blue jeans and a silky black top. She looked up from the table, which she'd been staring at.
"Hi." He said.
"Hey, follow me." She replied, with a smug look on her face.
He did as she said and followed him through the streets and through the gates to Hogwarts.
She felt him resist her pulling.
"Come on!" She urged him and reluctantly, he followed.
She only stopped when she reached the banks of the lake. The water was calm and glassy, there were no ripples and the moonlight was reflecting off it, illuminating the whomping willow. It was a silent night, no noise except the chirping of the crickets in the long grass.
She stepped over a large tuft of long grass and motioned for him to follow. Laid out on the grass, was a checked picnic blanket, and a picnic basket. She sat down and he did the same.
"Like it?" She asked hopefully.
"Love it." He replied.
"I see you've mellowed out a bit since school." She gazed longingly up at the shadowy silhouette of the castle and Draco chuckled.
"I told you, I was only a brat around you and potty and the weasel." He teased, a sparkle in his eye.
"Shut it you." She hit him lightly on the arm and took out two wine glasses out of the basket and poured red wine out of the tip of her wand.
"Ow, that hurt." He mock pouted and took a glass.
"So, as you were saying before, you still do?"
"Do what?" He looked puzzled.
"You came up to me in the bookshop and said, still do?"
"Ah, yes, well what I meant was-"
"I know what you meant dimwit, I meant, is it true?"
"Yes. I came back to England because in America, every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face, and I couldn't take it anymore."
She leaned over and kissed him tentatively on the lips. She noted that his kiss tasted off red wine and mint.
"Mint?" He said.
Her eyes widened.
"How did you know what I was thinking?"
"Oh, just a clever little mind charm that someone taught me."
"Who?" she asked, interested.
"You." He looked at her and smiled at the way she was looking at him, with her head cocked to one side and her eyebrows raised.
"You are so cute." He said.
"How did I teach you that? I only taught the DA that spe- OH!"
"Yes, Polyjuice potion… very useful."
She looked at him incredulously.
"What? Do you remember a girl called Darcy Silverstone?"
"What, the Hufflepuff?"
"Yes, well, I couldn't exactly be someone from slytherin could it… a slytherin, in your Defense Association? That's just… no."
"Why Hufflepuff."
"You were least likely to suspect."
"Now, about this act thing," She paused and smiled, "Did you really hate Harry, or was that an act too?"
He cringed.
"No, not an act, that was real hate."
"Oh, well, alright."
The date went well, and when it was over, Hermione stood up and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips.
He began walking away. When he was out of hearing distance, he wiped his mouth and gagged.
"If I ever have to kiss that mudblood ever again, I'll kill myself, or her, either way…"
He took out his sack of floo powder, and when he got back to the Three Broomsticks, he floo-ed to the Voldemort castle.
He slid gracefully out of the fireplace, stood up, brushed himself off and straightened up again. He looked at the black chair that was facing away from him.
"'Lo master." He said.
"Ah… Draco." He hissed.
"I have just been spending some time with the granger girl."
"Yes, did you get any information out of her about the order of the phoenix?"
"No master." Draco said quietly and timidly.
"AND WHY NOT?"
"She was reluctant to share."
"Well, you will just have to keep spending time with her, until you do get information."
"Yes master." Draco shuffled from the room.