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Chapter 6: Required Rendezvous
"I'm going to serenade you someday, 'Mione," Draco said as he lay himself on a checkered blanket they were sharing on the grass beside the extremely familiar lake. A radio sat beside them playing sappy love songs that perfectly set the mood.
"You don't have to do that, Drake. I just like being with you," Hermione replied with her head resting on his stomach.
"But, I want to. I'm working on the song right now."
"Oh? How does it go?"
"You already know I'm writing a song for you; you don't need to know anything else."
"You're such a tease, Draco."
"I know, love."
Hermione sat up and looked at Draco. "Do you want to meet in person sometime?"
"I'd love to," he replied. "But do we both get these dreams?"
"Let's not try to be logical."
"You're one of logic, if you don't remember," Draco said. He would have joked about it, but everyone knows this is true about Hermione.
"Can't I be illogical in my dreams?"
"Our dreams."
"Our dreams?"
"Yes, you can be illogical for once," Draco said smiling. "Where do you want to meet?"
"The Room of Requirement tomorrow night at 8:00pm."
"Okay," Draco said. "Would you like to make some of my other dreams come true, 'Mione?"
"Like what?"
"Like this," Draco said, lightly taking her chin in his right hand, pulling her face closer to his into what Hermione thought was the most perfect kiss. It all ended too soon for the both of them as their alarm clocks rang in the distance. Slowly, the green grass and blue skies faded away, and they were left to face another Saturday.
Hermione's POVHermione met Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common rooms, and they left for the Great Hall together.
"What do you want to do today, 'Mione?" Ron asked as they reached their breakfast table.
"I don't know," Hermione said, absentmindedly glancing at the Slytherin table.
"That's a first," Ron said.
The fact that Hermione didn't become angry at this comment worried Ron a little bit.
"You okay?" asked Harry, who also noticed that Hermione seemed out of it.
"I'm fine," Hermione said, gritting her teeth. Draco's and Pansy's hands were laced together as they entered the Great Hall. Draco was laughing. Draco was laughing at something Pansy said. Damn Pansy.
Two can play this game.
"Ron?" Hermione asked sweetly, placing her hand on Ron's left knee. For once, Ron didn't seem so interested in the food piled on his golden plate. Hermione finally seemed to make a move on him. Inside, he felt ecstatic.
"Yes, Hermione?" Ron gulped. He had trouble spitting those words out.
"Would you like to go for a walk?"
"Yeah, I'd love to," Ron said, and then reminded himself to smile.
Harry had the look of utter bewilderment as Ron and Hermione stood up. Hastily, Hermione grabbed Ron's hand in hers before walking out of the Great Hall. Oddly, they seemed to walk slower as they passed the Slytherin table. Maybe it was just Harry's imagination.
Just maybe.
Draco's POVWhen Pansy and him sat close together in the Great Hall, one thing cheered him up: Hermione looked furious.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
His plan seemed to be working, and that's why he could bare Pansy's idiotic jokes. But then Hermione did something he didn't expect. She walked out of the Great Hall hand in hand with Weasel.
Oh shit.
Maybe his plan was failing.
"Something wrong, Drakkie?" asked Pansy a little too sweetly. Sick.
"Why?"
"You look worried, Sweetie. Would you like me to take your mind off things?" she hinted obviously as her hand crawled up his leg.
"Whoa," he exclaimed as he jumped out of his seat. "I'm okay, Pansy. Really, I am. I need to go to the library, anyway."
"I'll come with you," she said, standing up.
"Did I say library? I meant the bathroom." And before Pansy could do anything else, Draco was gone.
Draco quickly stormed to his dormitory, his sanctuary from Pansy. He stayed in there all day, reading countless books. One thing many people didn't know about Draco: He loved to read. But to let it show would ruin his reputation. Bullies supposedly don't read for some reason.
Draco glanced at his clock. It was 8:00pm. He felt like he needed to do something right now… Something important…
The Room of Requirement!
Draco set his book down and ran downstairs. He still didn't know why he wanted to go to the Room of Requirement so badly, but he knew it mattered.
Moments later, he reached the Room of Requirement, almost out of breath. As soon as he regained it, he walked in front of where a door should be, urgently thinking about a door. After several attempts walking back and forth, a door appeared.
Without hesitation, Draco placed his hand on the doorknob, and opened the door to reveal a dark room lit by the moon, thus showing a silhouette of someone sitting on an armchair close to the window.
When the silhouette stood up, Draco could tell this person was most definitely female.
"Malfoy?" she asked.
"Granger?"
"Why are you here?"
"I'm meeting someone here," Draco replied. In fact, he remembered that his dream self wanted to meet her here, but she couldn't really be meeting him, too, right? Admitting to wanting to meet her would cause no ends of humiliation, especially since they disliked each other the first moment they met. No, he couldn't confess something like this. "Why are you here?"
"I'm meeting someone here, too," Hermione replied. Of course, her plans were to meet Draco here, but obviously, he was meeting someone else, so why tell him that? Especially if he could use it to blackmail her?
"Well… Since we're both meeting people here… Why don't we keep each other company while we wait?" Draco asked, watching her facial expressions as best as he could, given that the moon didn't provide the best lighting. He felt really pleased when she didn't seem appalled by the idea.
"Okay," she said simply without reluctance.
They both made their way to the armchairs and sat across from each other. "So… How's life?" Draco asked awkwardly. Inside, he really wanted to kick himself in the groin. Anything would have been better than that question. You ask old acquaintances that question, not wanna-be lovers and girlfriends. Okay, fine. Hermione was kind of like an acquaintance.
"I'm… okay," Hermione said. She internally smacked herself. Couldn't she have said something that would lead to actual conversation? "How about you?"
"I'm okay…"
"Are you going the Monster Bash?"
"That's the Halloween party, isn't it? The one Dean Thomas is throwing in the Room of Requirement?"
"Yeah."
"No, I don't go to Gryffindor parties, especially if Dean puts it together."
"Why?"
"Because he's gay. That's just… wrong by many standards."
"It's NOT wrong! It's the way he is! Besides, that's none of your business!" Hermione shrieked as she stood up, clenching her fists to the side.
"Guys aren't supposed to go together! Girls aren't supposed to go together!" Draco said, raising his voice as he stood up. "It's against human nature! People can't reproduce that way!"
"Many couples don't have offspring anyway!"
"But, at least it's normal!"
"I can't believe you," Hermione said softly, in the kind of voice that hurts more than the loudest yell.
"It's the way I am," Draco said defensively.
"I know!" she said.
"I'm sorry. I… I'll try to stop thinking it's wrong. I really should be more accepting," Draco said. He really didn't want Hermione to be upset with him. Not this time.
"Good," she said, making eye contact.
And, to their dismay, an awkward silence ensued.
"Um… How are you and Pansy?" Hermione asked, breaking through the silence.
"We're great," Draco said quickly. Too quickly. Draco thought of kicking himself.
"That's good," Hermione said, her voice a little higher than normal. Her voice rises when she's lying, something that Ron and Harry have noticed. She can't lie, but Draco, hopefully, didn't notice the rise of her voice.
"Are you and Ron going together?"
"You called him Ron?"
"That's his name, isn't it?"
"Yes, but you usually call him weasel."
"I'm trying to be civil, Hermione."
"Okay."
"You haven't answered my question."
"What?"
"Are you and Ron dating?"
"Oh… Oh yes, we are."
"Okay… Do you want to call a truce?" Draco said. He'd wanted to ask that for the longest time.
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," Hermione said. Her heart was jumping now. It really should stop before Draco could see.
Their hands met to shake on the deal.
"I have an idea," Draco said. "How about I buy you a butterbeer the next time we go to Hogsmeade to finalize the truce?" Draco looked eagerly into Hermione's face, hoping that she would say yes. Of course, his face remained cool and collected throughout the question. Otherwise, yes, he was eagerly awaiting the answer.
"Yeah, sure," Hermione said as casually as she could. "It's on Halloween, right?"
"Yeah, see you then," Draco said, opening the door. "I told Pansy I'd be with her at 9:30, and it's 9:25 now, so I really should be going." No, not really. Draco wanted to stay with Hermione all night. To hold her, talk to her, kiss her, just like in his dreams. But, that's not going to happen… Not yet.
Hermione has to be jealous first.
A/N: Ooh! Jealous Hermione? Perhaps a jealous Draco?
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