Chapter Three
"Hey, Hermione?" Draco asked as he stared up at the dark sky.
"Yeah?" Hermione murmured drowsily. Her parents should have been back from their date night by now and she was sleepy.
"Why are there so many stars in the sky?" He whispered as the twinkling dots bewitched him.
"Because there has to be enough for everyone to wish on," Hermione said, cracking her sleepy eyes open and turning them skywards.
"What would you wish for?" He asked.
"I can't tell you or it won't come true," she said, leaving no room for argument.
"Lemme guess, a million dollars?" Draco murmured while smiling. Hermione simply snorted and shook her head.
"A new bike?" Again she shook her head.
"All the ice cream you could eat?" He smiled.
"C'mon, give me a little credit, Draco." Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes at him.
"I'll tell you what I wished for?" He offered.
Hermione thought it over for a moment while chewing on her bottom lip. Draco hated when she did that, he always thought she'd hurt herself.
"Okay," she quietly acquiesced.
"I wished," Draco began quietly, grabbing Hermione's hand and entwining her fingers with his, "that we'll always be just like this." He finished while holding up their hands to emphasize his point. "Even when we're all grown-up."
Hermione smiled with a sigh. Draco really had no idea how sweet he was. She hadn't really wished for anything, but after hearing his, she knew exactly what she wanted too.
"Ditto, Draco. I wished for the same thing," she said, closing her eyes and drifting off, her hand still tightly entwined with his.