Stuck in Love

Summary: Hermione and Draco get stuck in a closet. Enough said.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters.

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Chapter Six:

Hermione bounded into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, beaming brightly like a ray of sunshine.

"Good morning!" She greeted the Gryffindor table cheerfully, sitting down in between Harry and Ron.

"What happened to you?" Seamus asked, raising an eyebrow in Ron's direction.

"Seamus!" Hermione shushed, smirking and shaking her head. She leaned closer to Harry. "The cloak and map are back in my room. I'll give them to you later." She whispered before piling her plate with food.

"Okay…what happened to you last night?" Harry asked, winning a few nods from people wondering the same thing.

"Nothing, Harry. Why do you ask?" Hermione said, grabbing a piece of bacon and snapping it in two.

"Well…for one you're awfully cheery this morning. And, two, we have Potions today with Snape."

Hermione shrugged and bit into a slice of toast. "I'm just in a good mood is all. Stop acting like such a worry-wart."

Harry glanced at Ron and noticed that he wasn't even paying attention. Harry's blood began to boil slowly. What was wrong with him? His girlfriend went out last night, not telling anybody where and then comes back cheery, like something good happened. Harry couldn't say he was surprised. When he brought it up last night, Ron didn't have much to say.

Harry glanced at Ron quizzically. "Hermione just came in here asking for my invisibility cloak."

"That's weird." Ron commented, sitting down beside Harry and glancing over his Transfiguration homework. "Hey, can I copy this?"

"No, you can't." Harry snatched the paper away from him before Ron could attempt to steal it. "Aren't you worried about her?"

"She's probably going to the kitchens to talk to Dobby or something. Should I be worried?"

"Well, when I asked her if she had a hot date, she blushed."

"So?"

Harry sighed. Ron's stupidity could be so annoying sometimes. "So I assumed it was with you. And you're here, so it can't be you."

Ron shrugged. "Maybe she's taking a late night class or something."

The Boy Who Lived shook his head and gave up. Ron obviously wasn't getting it, so why bother? It was up to him to find out what was going on.

Hermione, through the corner of her eye, saw Draco leave the Great Hall early. She put down her fork and stood up. "I have to get going. I'll see you guys in Potions." She waved over her shoulder and hurried out.

Harry watched her, his mouth partially open. "What…" He began, looking at Neville and Seamus. "…was that?"

Neville and Seamus looked at each other and then shrugged, going back to their food.

Harry shook his head. What was wrong with everyone today?

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Hermione and Draco had met up in the dungeons, near the Slytherin common room.

"This is so dangerous." She murmured when they pulled away for a breather.

Draco smirked. "I know." He rested his forehead against hers lightly. "Do you think we're moving too fast?"

Hermione frowned slightly. Now that he had mentioned it, she did feel like they were moving a bit too quickly. "I guess seven years of waiting has that effect." She murmured, mostly to herself.

He shot her a weird look. "Talk to yourself much, Granger?"

She glared at him and pushed him away. "We're moving too fast," was her reply when Draco shot her a curious glance. She glanced at the time and cringed. "I have to get to Potions class." She told him.

He nodded. "Meet me by the lake after 9. I have a surprise for you." He kissed her cheek and left before she could ask him any questions.

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Professor Snape had paired everyone off. Of course, Harry was working with Malfoy. But instead of acting like the bastard he usually was, Draco was being…cordial to Harry. Actually, he was hardly paying attention. He seemed to be too busy staring at Ron and Hermione. Particularly Hermione.

"Hey, Malfoy, I don't suppose you actually want to stop staring at my best friend and help me?"

Draco looked over at Harry. "Why would I stare at Weasley?" He retorted, burying his face into his potions book.

"I meant Hermione." Harry snapped, glaring at the Slytherin. "What is going on with you?"

"Why do you care, Potter?" Malfoy sneered, slamming his book shut.

A few of the nearby Gryffindors and Slytherins had stopped what they were doing and were watching the two enemies start to argue.

"Is something going on between you and Hermione?" Harry asked, glancing over at his two best friends, who had, thankfully, blocked out the argument. He looked back at Draco, who had reopened his book and was flipping through it.

"Nothing is going on between Hermione and me." Draco muttered.

"Harry…is everything alright?" Hermione asked when she walked over. She had noticed the argument and tried to finish as quickly as she could to stop it. She swiftly stole a glance at Draco, who had been staring at her.

"Hermione, is there something going on between you and Draco?" Harry asked his best friend.

"Of course not, Harry!" She exclaimed, shooting him a surprised look. "I would never get involved with ferret boy over here." Hermione added, motioning toward Draco.

"Yeah, Potter. I wouldn't get involved with a filthy mudblood anyway." Malfoy scoffed, trying not to wince when he saw hurt flash across Hermione's face.

Suddenly, Harry had his wand out and pointed at Draco's throat. "I don't ever want to hear you call Hermione that again."

"Potter!" Snape yelled, pushing Harry and Draco away from each other. "That's 30 points from Gryffindor and detention Saturday morning, Mr. Potter." He snarled.

When class was over, Hermione gathered her things together slowly, noticing that Draco was doing the same. She glanced at Snape and saw that he was glaring at both of them.

"Hurry it up, I've got other classes." He said, shooing the two out the door and slamming it behind them.

Hermione glared at Draco.

"Look, Granger, I'm sorry for calling you a mudblood, okay?" Draco whispered.

"I guess I can forgive you." She muttered.

"Are we still on for tonight?" Malfoy questioned.

"Yeah, sure." Hermione responded before walking away toward her room.

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At nine o'clock that night, Hermione borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak again and snuck out of the castle and headed for the lake.

When she got there, she saw Draco sitting on top of a blanket with candles and flowers. She took off the cloak and folded it over her arm, walking over toward him.

"Hey." She greeted, sitting down beside him.

"These are for you." Malfoy handed her the flowers on the blanket and reached over for a picnic basket hidden in the shadows.

"What's this?" Hermione asked, motioning toward the basket.

"Just a little picnic I set up earlier." Draco pulled out some strawberries.

Suddenly, a bright light was shined on the couple. "Well this is interesting." A voice said.

Heh, I got THE best idea.