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Chapter seven: All is revealed.
It was a cool, breezy night. Draco didn't feel very good – after sneezing so many times a minute. And his father had sent another damned letter.
Damn it, Draco Malfoy! What did you do to deserve all these?
Then, there was a knock on the door.
"Yes, Granger?" Draco drawled.
"Open up, Malfoy. It's a letter delivery."
Great! My consolation is here! Draco jumped up and grabbed his letter from Hermione.
Hermione watched as he opened it happily and read it, smiling. She had never seen him so happy before. She smiled. It was her letter after all.
But he didn't think it was her.
He didn't know it was her.
If he knew it was her… she imagined what his face would be. It was a big damned frown. Hermione sighed as she retreated back to her own room.
"Oi, Granger!" Draco said loudly.
"Tsk – what?"
"Could you please tell me who this person is?"
"No."
Draco appeared at the doorway. "Come on, Granger… I could do you a favor."
"Yeah, right."
"Two favors?"
"Dream on, Malfoy."
"All right, FOUR favors. Last offer."
Hermione stood up and narrowed her eyes. "Stop using bribes, Malfoy. What do you think I am?"
"An idiot." Draco laughed.
Hermione spun around and stomped out of the room.
"Come on, hey, Granger!" He followed her.
"No, Malfoy. I promised her I wouldn't tell. So get lost!"
"Come on, Granger. I won't tell her you told me."
"No, Malfoy, GO AWAY."
"Granger, I need to know…"
"No, no, no!"
"Come on…"
"ALL RIGHT, MALFOY! IT'S GINNY! ALL RIGHT?"
Hermione didn't know how long Draco Malfoy stood there staring at her. She was breathing so hard. Draco gaped at her. "Ginny Weasley?"
Hermione glared at him. "Yeah! Disappointed, aren't you?"
"I… I didn't say that."
"So you are happy. All right, you can go write to her now. I don't want to ever care! Write to her and tell her that you know who she is!" Hermione yelled and slammed her door in Draco's face.
After a moment of staring at the door, Hermione buried her face in her hands. Oh no. She had told Draco that it was Ginny.
Ginny was so going to kill her.
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Draco couldn't understand why Hermione was so angry when she told him that it was Ginny Weasley.
But, Ginny Weasley?
Her letters didn't sound like a Weasley at all.
But, Ginny Weasley.
She was pretty hot after all, even though she was one of the Weasleys. And one of Harry Potter's friends.
"Yo, Draco." He heard a muffled voice behind him. It was his Crabbe, with his mouth full again, with the usual gang.
"Hi Drakie!" Pansy said, hugging him from behind.
"Yeah, hi." Draco said, trying to ease himself from her grip. He casually glanced over to the Gryffindor table. He spotted Hermione with Harry and Ron. Then, Ginny joined in and sat next to Hermione. Hermione then pretended to be eating quite a lot.
Ginny said something and Hermione shook her head.
She must be asking for my letter, Draco smirked.
"What are you doing, Draco?" Pansy's shrill voice rang out behind him. "Are you staring at Potter and his gang?"
"No." Draco turned back immediately.
So Ginny Weasley wasn't that bad after all. She's filled out in the right places at least. He could play with her for a while.
Unless his father found out.
But he'd worry about that later. It's not a big deal. Ginny Weasley wasn't a Mudblood… although the Weasleys do equal up to the Mudbloods.
His father would live with it.
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Ginny's hands were shaking with excitement as she read Draco's letter. "Oh my, God, Hermione… he wants to meet me!"
"Meet you?" Hermione snatched the letter from Ginny. She could see a small annoyed look in Ginny's eyes but it was gone in a second. Ok, maybe two seconds.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ginny hugged herself and spun around in a few circles. "Can you believe it, Hermione? Our letter-writing paid off after all!"
Our? Mine, you mean! Hermione told herself. She stared at the words she felt like biting off the letter – I think I really like you.
"Right." She said, trying not to sound sarcastic. Ginny smiled and took the letter. "Do you think I should go meet him, Hermione?"
Hermione opened her mouth to answer but Ginny answered herself, "Of course I should! I mean, he already likes me. WOW, Draco Malfoy likes me, wow!"
"WHAT! DRACO MALFOY!"
Hermione felt her heart stop. Just literally stop. She recognized that voice. She looked at Ginny, who looked equally terrified at the sound of that voice.
They both of them turned to find a very angry and red-faced Ron.
Hermione knew she was already going to be dead.