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 Seven:

Hermione stood up quickly, nearly knocking Draco down. "Professor Dumbledore! What…what are you doing here?"

Dumbledore smiled softly and held up an index finger. "I could ask you the same thing."

Draco, who had been busy packing everything pack up, stood up as well and nodded toward the Headmaster. "Professor." He greeted curtly.

"Mr. Malfoy." The wizard held his arms out toward both of them. "Why don't you two take a walk with me?" Dumbledore suggested, beginning to walk away.

Hermione glanced at Draco. "We're in so much trouble." She hissed before following the professor. Malfoy sighed and followed behind her.

"So, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger…May I ask what you are doing out here so late?" Albus asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Um…" Hermione looked to Draco. "We were…"

"We were having a picnic." Malfoy finished, reaching over and taking Hermione's hand in the dark.

Dumbledore moved his wand over for the light to shine on Draco and Hermione's faces. "A picnic at night? That seems romantic."

"Are we in trouble Headmaster?" Hermione blurted out, causing Dumbledore to stop in his tracks.

"Should you be in trouble?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione and Draco glanced at each other with confused looks on their faces. They weren't in trouble? Or were they and he was just being coy?

They both heard Dumbledore chuckle. "I am not condoning what you two did. But this could be a very good thing."

"How so?" Draco asked, hands clasped behind his back now. He was curious as to what Dumbledore was getting at. The old bat was crazy, but he did tend to have brilliant ideas.

"You two have been enemies since day one in your first year of Hogwarts. Now, suddenly, you two realize that was never hate, just a bubbling passion that just happened to boil over. Enemies can be friends. It is about time everyone realizes that."

Hermione stopped in her tracks. "You were the one who locked us in the closet!" She exclaimed, pointing at the headmaster. She glanced at her pointed finger and then quickly put it down, muttering an apology.

Albus chuckled. "It's quite alright Ms. Granger. Yes, I was the one who locked you in the closet."

"That was cruel." Malfoy grumbled, shooting Dumbledore a look.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and then looked back to Albus. "Why would you…?" She trailed off, motioning things with her hands.

The wizard laughed. "Because I knew all along you two had something. I just wanted you to figure it out." The trio walked up toward the front doors of Hogwarts. "Now, you two just go back to bed…and not with each other." Dumbledore said with a smile when Hermione and Draco blushed. He winked at them both before walking away.

"That was…the weirdest thing I've ever witnessed." Draco said as Dumbledore disappeared into the distance. "And I've witnessed a lot."

"I should get going back to my room." Hermione said, turning toward Malfoy. "What are we going to do about Ron?"

"You mean what are you going to do about him? I'm not dating him."

Hermione sighed. "I'll…figure something out." She turned to leave.

"What? No kiss goodbye?" Malfoy called out to her, making her stop and turn to look at him.

"Nope." She smiled. "Night…Drakey."

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Saturday morning dawned bright and early. Hermione had yet to do anything about Ron, but thankfully Draco wasn't pressuring her. She hadn't seen much of Draco lately. Their encounter with Dumbledore surely sobered them up.

Harry noticed that Hermione had barely touched her breakfast. "You should be glad, you know. You don't have detention with Snape."

Hermione smiled some. "True…" She trailed off and looked around. "Harry, there's something I need to tell you…"

Worry masked Harry's face. "What's wrong Mione?"

Hermione grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him out of the Great Hall. "Look…remember that question you asked me before?"

"Um…'May I copy your Charms essay' ?"

"No, not that one. In Potions, the day you got your detention."

" 'Is there something going on between you and Draco?' is that the one?"

Hermione nodded. "Harry…"

"Hey you two. What's going on?" Ron interrupted, slipping an arm around Hermione's waist.

Hermione shot Harry an apologetic look. "Nothing. But I need to talk to you." She dragged Ron away, nodding toward Harry.

Harry stood there with his mouth opened. Hermione and Draco? He clenched his hands into fists and ran back into the Great Hall.

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