Chapter 4
It was pouring outside and it was late… like, really late. She and Ginny had almost closed down the bar after spending nearly all of their evening sorting out the mess that was her feelings for Malfoy. After talking it all out, the conclusion they both came to was that Hermione had to just lay it all out to him and tell him exactly how she felt. Ugh.
Surely it couldn't be that hard, right? She was a bloody Gryffindor, after all. But the mere thought of it terrified her. She loved what they had, and she was certain his feelings for her were purely platonic. That must be why he felt comfortable calling her all those sweet names - because certainly she was not supposed to think of him as anything more than a friend.
But she was determined. She couldn't just allow things to continue the way they had when she was this...affected? smitten? infatuated? Whatever it was, she would talk to him tomorrow... just ask him to coffee and apologize for her ridiculous outburst today and confess her feelings for him so they could sort it out. As the night wore on however, the drinks kept flowing, and after a few shots of firewhiskey and several glasses of wine, Hermione was right pissed when Ginny flooed back to her flat with her. Damn, that redhead could really handle her liquor…
"I just really really like himmmm…" Hermione sobbed on Ginny's shoulder as her friend removed her shoes and tucked her under her comforter.
"I know, Hermione. It's gonna be fine, trust me. You just need to sleep it off - you'll feel much better about it in the morning."
Ginny left, secure that Hermione was passed out for the evening and would certainly sleep til about noon tomorrow, at which point she would ring her friend to make sure she stuck with her game plan - You. Must. Tell. Draco.
Little did she guess, however, that her friend whom she thought was safely tucked in for the night, got the bright idea on her way back from the loo to venture out into the night. Surely, Hermione thought, if this is so important, it ought to be done now! Game plan be damned...So off she went and apparated herself, drunk as she was, directly onto the steps of Draco's flat.
Sorry this chapter is a bit short..it was a bit of a struggle. I may add more content to beef up a bit of their conversation at the bar. What do you think?