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.
Grissom and Sara are a cute couple! Kind of.
So the whole chapter flew by some people cause of one little mistake, so I fixed it, since it wasn't obvious what I was trying to say.
Chapter Thirteen:
It was a few months later and everything had managed to remain calm. Spring was in full bloom all around the magical school. Draco and Hermione were doing as well as can be expected, considering Draco had no previous memory of their courtship. Ron, Harry and Neville were being supportive. As supportive as they could be.
Hermione was currently sitting in the library, going over some of her notes for a Transfiguration exam she was having the next day. She heard footsteps and then noticed someone sitting down across from her. She glanced up. "Hi Ron."
"Hi Mione. Can we talk?"
Hermione slowly put down her quill and nodded. "Sure. What's up?"
Ron took a deep breath. "I realize I screwed up, Hermione. I know you loved me, at one point. I don't really blame you for falling out of love with me. I took my time…I screwed up, pretty much. I know that. I'm sorry.
"I guess when I found out that you were in love with Draco…I lost it. I mean, it's Draco Malfoy. He used to be our biggest enemy. Now I find out that you're in love with him and Harry's starting to like him. By the way, don't tell him I told you that."
Hermione smiled and nodded a bit. "Deal."
"I love you, Hermione. Always have…and I always will." Ron stood up and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, that's all I wanted to tell you. I'll let you get back to your studying."
"Aren't you going to let me say my piece?" Hermione called out to him as he was walking away.
Ron glanced at her over his shoulder. "I…I figured you didn't have a piece to be said."
"Well sit down and I'll share it with you." Hermione smiled a bit as Ron walked back over and took his previous seat. "Now, I'll be honest. I thought Draco was cute the first time I saw him. And then he opened his mouth. I always thought that there was nothing wrong with thinking someone was cute. I probably made that up just to avoid how I felt about you, but it's kind of true when you think about it.
"But, anyway, I really liked you, Ron. And for a while I thought you liked me too, especially after the Yule Ball with Viktor. But then…nothing happened. So, I started to give up at the end of last year. And then everything with Draco this year…You know the rest of the story." Hermione noticed the dejected look on Ron's face and leaned forward, resting a hand on his arm.
"I did love you. I do love you. I'm just not in love with you anymore."
Ron looked at her and nodded. "I know." He stood up. "I understand."
"So, you don't hate me anymore, right?"
"I could never hate you, Hermione. Just Draco." He flashed her a quick smile at her annoyed look before leaving her alone in the library.
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Draco walked up behind Hermione in the hallway and covered her eyes. "Guess who."
Hermione stopped and smirked. "Hmm…must be my hot Latin lover that I'm meeting later."
Draco let his hands fall and walked in front of her, a shocked look on his face.
"Oh." She said, disappointedly. "It's just you." She stared back at him for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. "You should see the look on your face!" She exclaimed.
Draco turned and walked away from her, suppressing the smile from his face.
Hermione frowned and caught up with him. "I was just kidding." When he didn't reply, she grabbed him arm. He looked back at her.
"Do I know you?" He asked. He started to laugh at the look on her face.
She glared at him and smacked his arm playfully. "That wasn't very funny."
"Yes it was."
"No it wasn't."
"Yes it was."
"No it wasn't. But anyway." Hermione linked her arm through his. "What are we going to do this weekend?"
"I'm visiting my mother. They still haven't found my father yet, but I think she knows where he is." Draco looked directly into Hermione's brown eyes. "Do you want to come with me?"
Hermione hadn't seen or talked to Narcissa Malfoy since she told her what happened in her room months ago. She wasn't quite sure she even wanted to see her again.
"Hermione? If you don't want to go, I'll understand."
"Do you want me to go?"
"Yes. But if you don't want to go, I'll understand."
Hermione smiled and kissed his cheek softly. "Then I'll go." She couldn't shake the nervous butterflies in her stomach. She didn't even know if Narcissa like her or not. She was leaning toward the 'not' side.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" Draco took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"I'm fine. Just thinking about my exam tomorrow in Transfiguration."
"I'm sure you'll do fine."
Neville ran over toward the couple, gasping for air.
"Neville, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, a worried look masking her face.
"Professor…Snape….has something….for you." He replied, looking at Draco.
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