Hey guys, sorry it took me so long, but if you've been reading my other fics you will know that now that school is out I will have so much more time to write. So I hope you like it.

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Chapter Twenty-Two

Ginny Helps

Hermione smiled nervously as Ginny stood in the background trying extremely hard not to laugh at the two ponces in front of her. When Draco didn't say anything, Ginny took it as her place to step in and nudge him along with a nice, "hey moron! Now is the time when you say hello back! Come on guys, don't make me do it all!"

Draco realized she was right, and he cleared his throat to speak. Only he didn't, first he put his hand out to shake, and then he said, "Nice to meet –

Hermione and Ginny cut him off with their giggles, and he instantly understood why. At the speed of light, he took his hand back and swore under his breath.

In between giggles, Hermione said, "Draco? Are you alright? Would you like to come in?"

He took a deep breath and sighed, "Yes please." Hermione stepped aside and let him in. After this, they all stood in silence in the Granger foyer.

After about thirty seconds Ginny couldn't stand it any longer. "OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS ARE PATHETIC! DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?" Draco and Hermione just looked at her plainly. "Jeeze! Okay, Hermione go and grab whatever it is you just put away and meet us in the living room."

"All of it?"

"Did you hear me say grab half of it?" With that Hermione ran into the kitchen, and Ginny said in a harsh manner, "you... come with me."

Draco didn't question her wrath and followed her into the living room. He decided against talking to her as she was already engaged in a silent rage, talking to herself. Something about killing them, and not being able to survive the night came up a few times.

"Sit," she snapped as she pointed to the large green sofa. Draco didn't hesitate. Ginny then walked over to a bulky cabinet. She opened the doors, and Draco recognized the large, black, muggle object as a television. She then knelt down and opened a drawer. She asked monotonously, "do you like scary, funny, dramatic, classic or sci-fi? That is if you know what I'm talking about."

"Yes I know what you're talking about! And I don't mind, whatever comes." He now realized that Ginny was only trying to help get things moving along, something he had no problem with. Therefore he had no problem with being his old snarky self with her, that and he became much more comfortable with his surroundings, stretching his arms across the back of the sofa, and kicking his shoes off. Comfortable, that is until Hermione entered the room. He instantly stood up and grew nervous again. Hermione giggled and began walking with a tray full of food towards the table in front of the sofa.

Ginny who watched their every move saw Draco run to help her. "Here let me take that." He reached to take the tray, unfortunately for him, his hands were so sweaty from nervousness that he almost dropped it. If it wasn't for Hermione's quick reflexes, he would have. "Sorry."

"It's okay," she blushed.

"You know, with reflexes like that, you should be on a Quidditch team."

Hermione laughed, "yeah okay. The day I get on a broom is the day you become best friends with Harry and Ron." Draco scoffed when she said this, and surprisingly she laughed.

'At least they're talking.' Ginny thought. "Right okay, can we do this? Movie's ready so whenever you are."

"Jeeze, is she always like this?" Draco asked as he successfully took the tray from Hermione.

"Oh you haven't seen the worst of it." Hermione said as she took a seat on the sofa, with her legs curled up.

"I resent that!" Ginny said taking the armchair.

Draco just mumbled something under his breath as he relaxed on the sofa "next" to Hermione. Ginny noticed the two weren't anywhere near each other, but decided to let time take its course and see where it would take them.

"So what are we watching?" Draco asked.

"Just an old black and white I found in the drawer. I'd never heard of it, so it thought why not?"

"Ugh, you mean a chick flick? Why? Of course you haven't heard of it, you're a witch! Witches don't have movies!"

"Oh but that doesn't mean she hasn't see just about every movie out there." Hermione laughed. "Come on, let's just see what it's like."

"Fine," he pouted, and Ginny hit the play button.

"So what's the film called Gin?"

"I don't know. It didn't have a case."

"Then how did you know it was in black and white?" Draco asked smugly.

Just then the film started... in black and white. Hermione giggled and Draco grunted as Ginny said, "I don't know, I guess I know everything."

Hermione stopped laughing and asked, "come on Gin, how did you know?"

She laughed and answered, "fine, as much as I would like to know everything, it was written on a piece of scotch tape that was stuck to the video. I could have told you the name of the film if the tape wasn't covering it."

"Well that makes sense. Before I was born my parents would have another couple over on Friday nights, and they would do movie night."

"How does that have anything to do with there not being a case, and a piece of scotch tape being on the video?" Draco asked.

"Well they would always fight over what movie to watch so they put tape over all the names, and got rid of all the cases. The only ones that are labeled are the black and white ones, don't know why they just are. That way they wouldn't fight over which film they would watch, they would just pick one and then they were set."

"Smart." Draco said.

The title came up, and it was in French. Amour de la Mer.

"Great, I don't speak French." Ginny mumbled.

"Don't worry, Weaselette. I just happen to be fluent."

"Well aren't you special."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hermione yelled. "Now come one, we were getting on just fine a minute ago."

Draco then laughed cockily, and said, "Vous pouvez être futé, mais vous manquez clairement du bon sens."

"I was also going to say, je peux parler français couramment aussi bien, ainsi je peux traduire aussi bien." She smiled smugly and Draco realized maybe now was a good time to keep his mouth shut and watch the film.

The film began and thankfully there were subtitles. At least Ginny was content, that is she was content with the movie, Draco and Hermione however, were another story. She looked over at the two, who were currently sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, looking directly at the television and nowhere else.

'Is it me, or are the most confident students in Hogwarts afraid of each other.' Ginny thought.

'Maybe they don't like each other.' Her conscience stated.

'Bollocks and you know it.'

'Well they have barely talked all night. I think the most he's said to her during the film is can you pass the crisp dip.'

'You're right, it's pathetic they have to talk. But how?'

'Well maybe they want to talk.' Her conscience suggested.

'Why don't they then?'

'Would you talk if you were eavesdropping?'

'Then I'll leave.'

'Good idea. What would you do without me?'

'Shut up.' Ginny snapped at her mind. "Um... I think I'm going to get some more popcorn."

Draco and Hermione said nothing to let her know they understood. The two just sat there with their eyes glued to the telly. They looked so infatuated. Draco had his elbows on his knees with his head rested in his hands. His eyes weren't blinking and he seemed completely engrossed in what was happening. Hermione on the other hand was curled in the same position she had been since the beginning of the movie. She had her head resting on one hand and she was looking dreamily at the screen.

Ginny looked to the television. She had no time for the lovebirds on the screen, she was too busy with the ones sitting in front of her to pay attention. The screen showed two people, man and a woman, fighting. They were obviously in love with each other. It looked like they were in a ships cabin, which would explain the title, Love of the Sea. She knew it was about to get mushy, and thought what a great time to get away, maybe it would get the other two moving. With that she left.

'Jesus, how long did that take? All she had to do was leave. Girls usually go to the loo every fifteen minutes what's wrong with this one?' Draco thought as he watched Ginny leave.

He looked over at Hermione who was completely engulfed in the film. He turned to see what was happening. They were obviously in love, yet they were fighting. He felt the chair cushions shift, and he looked at Hermione again. She had changed positions. She was still curled, only now her weight was on the other side, and was no longer leaning against the arm of the chair, but leaning toward Draco. Her eyes, however, were still glued. He looked back to the screen, and saw that the chick, whoever she was, was now walking away, she had had enough.

'Don't let her walk away! Grab her! Kiss her! You love her for gods sake!'

And as though the French man had been listening, he ran after the woman. He grabbed her arm, turned her around, and before she had the chance to say anything, he kissed her.

Draco looked at Hermione, saw a huge smile across her face, and heard a slight sigh come from her lips. He looked back at the screen, and saw that it had frozen on them kissing. The movie was obviously over, but Draco was completely taken in by the remaining picture. It wasn't until Hermione spoke that his trance was broken.

"Well then, that was really good. I can't believe I haven't seen that one." She had stood up now, and was beginning to clear up the food on the table.

He still had said nothing, it wasn't until she was walking out of the door with a tray full of empty cartons and bowls that he let slip, "how long have you liked me?"

Suddenly the tray was on the floor with a loud bang, and Hermione was frozen in her spot. She slowly spoke, "what makes you think I like you?" She then turned around to look him in the eye.

'Shit way to go Draco.' He thought. "Well I just assumed," he said with a smirk.

'Liar.'

'Shut up!'

"Assumed? You just assumed? I suppose when you saw that picture? That stupid picture of you smiling at me? Well yea I guess if I were you, Draco Malfoy of Slytherin, sex god of all, I guess I would make that assumption too. Excuse me, I have a mess to clear up."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! I think maybe we should forget this ever happened and go back to the way things were, it would obviously be easier for you."

"What?"

"Goodbye Malfoy." She had now gone to the door and had opened it for his use, preferably so she could shut it on him. When he didn't move, she left it open and went towards the kitchen.

'Maybe I shouldn't have said that.'

'You think? She's right you know, you are what she called you. Someone of your caliber making an assumption like that, can only lead to tears with a girl like her.'

'Well what do I do?'

'Don't let her walk away! Grab her! Kiss her! You love her for gods sake!'

'You're right.'

Draco ran slammed the door, causing Hermione to turn around in shock. When she saw he was still standing there, she turned back around and began walking again, "why are you still here?"

"Because I forgot to say thank you for having me," he said as he walked quickly to catch up with her.

"You don't have to, okay? Just –" Before she had the chance to say anymore, he had spun her around, and touched his lips with hers. The kiss was short, but enough, and somehow full of passion.

As they broke apart, Draco whispered, "thank you for having me."

Hermione whispered back, "you're welcome."

Then he was gone. Apparition really was a masterful trick.

Ginny came into the room seconds later holding a dishtowel. "Where did Draco go? I heard yelling, and a bang, what's going on?" Hermione however, just stood there in a trance, in love. "Hermione?"

"Yeah?" She asked dreamily.

"Are you okay?"

Hermione walked over to Ginny, put a hand on her shoulder and said, "I've never been better."

Okay, so ... translation time.

"Vous pouvez être futé, mais vous manquez clairement du bon sens." This means, you may be smart, but you definitely lack common sense.

je peux parler français couramment aussi bien, ainsi je peux traduire aussi bien. Right so this means, I also speak fluent French and I can also translate.

Just some small French out of what I actually know, ha! Anyway I hope you liked it. It was shorter than most, but I don't think it needed to be that long. So Review!