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A/N: I'm back! I'm back! I'm back! Yes, chapter 10 is here. I'm sorry for the long wait, though. My class has a play of R and J so we need to prepare. Anyway, it's done already. I have a confession though. I was still thinking of updating TU! on Sunday but I did it right now. I'm quite nervous because today's our Report Card day. Anyway, just enjoy reading this chapter!

I Like You!


June 7, 1990 (Morning, Around 9:00 am)

Hermione was patiently waiting for the little blond in their usual meeting place, on the bench. She was fiddling with a loose string from her white blouse (she was wearing a white blouse with a skirt that ended just above her knees. She was also wearing a white, simple headband). Softly humming a make-up tune under her breath, Hermione looked around for any hint of Draco. Seeing none, she went back into playfully fiddling with the loose string.

The brunette then sighed, feeling quite bored already. Yesterday (June 6), both of them didn't meet with each other because like what Draco had told her on his birthday, he would have some dinner with his family. Hermione couldn't help but to smile. Maybe, they were going to celebrate Draco's 10th birthday after all. But yesterday, she was really, really bored. She'd practically read every book in her room (including Draco's gifts) and Merlin said he has work to do, so Hermione was left all alone in her temporary bedroom doing nothing except frowning and wishing that Draco shouldn't have gone with his parents to have some dinner.

She immediately looked up as she heard some footsteps. A smile graced her lips as she saw Draco approaching her. Mr. Beady was clutched tightly against his chest. Hermione's smile instantly disappeared as she saw Draco's face. He was bothered and distracted, Hermione noticed. A huge (adorable) pout was seen on his face. His eyebrows were knitted together. His eyes were unfocused. Yes, there's something wrong with 10-year-old Draco Malfoy.

"Draco," Hermione called out even if the blond still hadn't arrived beside her. But the blond didn't answer. He continued to trudge toward the bench, his expression still not changing. "Draco," Hermione tired again. But still, he didn't answer.

When the blond was already near her, Hermione reached out and held his right arm. Draco slightly jumped in surprise. His eyes landed on the brunette and instantly, the bothered and distracted expression went back into his face. This time, though, Hermione noticed that huge dread was there, too.

Hermione pulled Draco until he's seated beside her. "Tell me what's wrong, Draco," Hermione softly whispered, rubbing his right arm slowly to give him some comfort.

At first, Draco didn't answer at all. He just stared at Mr. Beady with the dread in his eyes. Hermione has a suspicion he would cry anytime. But of course, he's a Malfoy and like what Draco told her, Malfoys don't cry.

"Draco…" she tried again but then abruptly stopped when Draco whispered something. "Pardon?"

The blond still refused to look at her, his mouth set into a thin line.

"What did you say, Draco?" Hermione said, shaking the blond slightly. Worry now was etched on her beautiful face.

He slowly looked at her with a grim look on his face. "Hermione, will you get angry with me if you discovered I'm bad?" he asked in a whisper. He averted his gaze away from Hermione again.

Hermione frowned. "What are you talking about, Draco?" she asked. "And, I won't get angry with you. I think… I think it's normal for people to sometimes… sometimes become bad." The brunette's frown deepened. She was unsure of her answer. Hermione then looked at the blond again and sighed. He was really pouting and his eyes really showed dread. "Tell me what's bothering you, Draco," she persuaded. "Please, I'm getting worried."

Draco looked at her and bit his bottom lip hesitantly. "Yesterday," he started in a whisper. He cleared his voice. "Yesterday, my parents and I went to some restaurant somewhere in Australia."

Hermione raised an eyebrow in surprise. 'Dinner? In Australia? Seriously?' the brunette thought while shaking her head. Of course, they're Malfoys. They can have dinner anywhere they want. Hell, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy even had their honeymoon for the umpteenth time somewhere in the Sahara Desert in Africa. So, if they had dinner in some parts in North Pole, Hermione wouldn't get surprised anymore. "And then, what happened?" she asked, looking at Draco intently.

The blond gulped. "My father… my father told me something," he whispered, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

The brunette looked very, very worried right now. The hand still clutched on one of Draco's arm quivered slightly. "What… what did he tell you?" she asked in a low whisper, as if afraid that someone might eavesdrop.

Draco looked distressed. "Oh, Hermione! I admit! I admit!" he suddenly exclaimed, surprising Hermione. "My father's bad! My father's bad!"

Hermione looked confused. "What are you talking about, Draco?" she asked. "And for heaven's sake! Calm down!"

"I lied to you, Hermione," he said. "I lied to you. My father's… my father's really a Death Eater. I knew it all along."

The brunette's blood ran cold. Not because Draco admitted his father's a Death Eater, no. But because of the expression of Draco's face when he admitted this. Shame. He was ashamed. He was ashamed his father's a Death Eater. Hermione raised her right hand and placed it on top of his head. And then, she ran her hand through his hair ('It's so soft,' the brunette absentmindedly thought) again and again. She thought that maybe this would comfort him a bit.

"Now, you hate me, Hermione! You hate me!" the blond wailed. The shame was still there, marring his handsome face.

"Shhh…" the brunette said. Draco wasn't crying but she knew how truly awful he felt. "I don't hate you, Draco." She ran her hand through his hair again. "I can't… I never will." And that was the truth. She can't hate him. Never.

Draco looked so confused right now… so ashamed… so afraid… so worried. "Yesterday, my father told me about his future plans for me," he continued.

Hermione abruptly stopped running her hand through his hair and froze. She had a suspicion about the topic of their conversation.

And hell, she's right.

"One of his future plans for me was to… to marry me with Pansy Parkinson," he said and made a disgusted face. Hermione didn't have the heart to laugh right now because of her suspicion. "And another… another is to" – he obviously gulped – "make me a Death Eater ones I become a 16-year-old teenager." The last words were whispered so soft Hermione almost didn't hear it. But almost only. She had heard it.

Instantly, Hermione paled. The hand on Draco's head silently quivered. Flashbacks of the night when Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts on their 6th year came. Closing her eyes, Hermione was forced to remember the time when she saw Draco Malfoy running side-by-side with Severus Snape away from Hogwarts. And she knew… she very well knew that time that Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater already. She looked at Draco, panicky. The blond looked back with equal panic. And then, Hermione did the unexpected again.

She hugged him. So, so tight.

A tear slipped down Hermione's right eye. "Why don't you tell the Ministry of Magic, Draco?" she whispered. "Why?"

"I… I'm afraid, Hermione," he told her in a whisper. His small hands were now wrapped tightly around Hermione's midsection. "I'm afraid they won't believe me. I'm afraid my father would punish me."

Hermione sniffed. "Don't get scared, Draco," she said followed by a soft cough. "You know that what you're going to do is the right thing."

The blond started to rub Hermione's back in comfort. He pulled away and stared at the crying Hermione. Draco couldn't help but to make a small smile. Hermione truly cares for him. That's why he likes her. That's why she's his first crush. Draco sighed. It's nice to know that someone greatly cares for him. Draco raised his right hand and brushed Hermione's tears away using his little thumb. "Don't cry, Hermione," he softly said.

Hermione released a wet chuckle. "I'm sorry," she said. "I think it should be you who's crying right now, not me."

Draco sighed. "Now, you hate me," he said. "Because I'm destined to be one of those Death Eaters."

The brunette shook his head. "I told you I can't hate you, Draco," she reminded him. "And, honestly answer this. Do you want to be a Death Eater?"

The blond shook his head. "I don't want to," he told her. "I don't want to be a Death Eater."

Hermione smiled. "Then, I won't hate you if it's against your wishes," she told him. Draco smiled back.

"Thanks Hermione," he told her. "You made me feel better."

The brunette kissed the top of his head. "Anything for my best friend," she told him.

The blond blushed slightly. "Umm… can we go back to the Muggle playground later, Hermione?" he asked her.

"Of course," she answered.

Draco positively beamed brightly. "All right," he said. "But let's go there later this afternoon. I need to go home right now."

Hermione sighed. "It's fine with me," she told him. "Let's meet here at 3:00 pm."

The blond nodded. "Okay." He then stood up. "See you later, Hermione."

"Yeah, see you," she answered and with that, Draco walked back to the Malfoy Manor. Hermione stood up, too and wiped away her tears. She then also went back to her temporary home.

Hermione sighed as she walked home. Draco admitted his father's a Death Eater. The brunette slightly smiled. She's two steps closer to victory. All she needed to do was to persuade him to tell the Ministry which, Hermione thought, was close to impossibility.

June 7, 1990 (Afternoon, around 4:00 pm)

Hermione was swinging back and forth again on the swing in the Muggle playground they visited on Draco's birthday. The said blond was seen sliding down the slides, a huge smile plastered on his face. The brunette released a sigh of relief. When she and Draco met in the bench, the blond was awfully quiet. He was still thinking about their encounter this morning. But once they arrived in the Muggle playground, the usual bubbly and energetic little Draco Malfoy came back. His sweet, contagious laughter now rang around the almost empty playground.

The brunette sighed again and looked at the ground covered with sand. She watched as her sandals brushed against the sand, making them slightly dirty. Another sweet laughter from Draco rang around the playground. Hermione made a small smile and looked at him.

'If Draco Malfoy was like this before, maybe, just maybe, he would be different,' Hermione thought, her eyes following every move of the little blond.

'If Draco Malfoy was like this before, maybe, just maybe, if he offered some friendship with Harry on our 1st year, Harry would accept him.' The blond looked up and gave her a big smile, which Hermione returned.

'If Draco Malfoy was like this before, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have called me 'Mudblood' on our second year.' The blond slid down the slide again, making another contagious laugh.

'If Draco Malfoy was like this before, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have punched him on our third year.' Hermione softly chuckled at this memory. This was the only closest contact she had with Draco Malfoy. She had never touched him, never having the right to at least hold his school robe because, of course, she's a Mudblood.

'If Draco Malfoy was like this before, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't hate us more when he discovered we're the reason why his father was imprisoned in Azkaban.' Hermione sighed. She remembered the more biting and hurtful insults from the blond when he discovered that his father, Lucius 'Jerk' Malfoy, was imprisoned in Azkaban, being captured by the Order of the Phoenix in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic. She remembered the more deathly and dangerous glares he directed towards her and her friends.

'If Draco Malfoy was like this before, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be a Death Eater,' she thought, gulping. 'Maybe, he wouldn't help his fellow Death Eaters to barge in Hogwarts. Maybe, he wouldn't have the heart to try to kill Professor Dumbledore.' Hermione sighed and now looked down on the sand again.

'If Draco Malfoy was like this before, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be fighting in the Dark Side.' Hermione looked up and was slightly surprised to see that Draco stopped on going up the slide and sliding down on it. Instead, he was looking at her openly.

'If Draco Malfoy was like this before, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't kill me.' Hermione watched as the 10-year-old approached her. 'Maybe, we could be friends. Or best friends. Or… or… something… something more…"

"Are you all right, Hermione?" Draco asked, breaking her from her musings. He sat down on Hermione's neighboring swing and looked at her worriedly. "You're awfully quiet, do you know that?"

Hermione softly chuckled. "I'm sorry. I'm thinking about other things," she answered, giving him a small smile. "I'm just… preoccupied. That's all."

Draco frowned. "What are you thinking?" His enthusiasm was slightly faltering now. Hermione, sensing this, released a soft chuckle again.

"Don't mind me, Draco. Just… just have fun," Hermione said. She averted her eyes away from him and stared intently on the sand. It's as if she found something interesting in it.

"But, you're not having fun, Hermione," the blond said, almost whining. "Tell me what's bothering you."

Hermione released a huge sigh. "All right, fine," she said. "I'm thinking… I'm thinking (about you…) about my friends and my parents." Hermione sighed again. She's the reason why Draco's happiness wasn't seen anymore.

"Oh," he said. He averted his gaze and was now looking on the sand, too. "I forgot. You miss them already."

"Draco…"

The blond looked up and a forced smile was seen on his face again. "I understand, Hermione," he said. "I know that you miss them already. Badly."

Hermione was silent for awhile. She was also gazing on the sand, again.

"Tell me honestly, Hermione," the blond said, breaking the silence. "Are you… are you not happy with me?" He fidgeted slightly on his wing. Hermione noticed that the little boy was blushing. "I remembered our conversation in our garden, Hermione. I remembered that once you finished your Head Girl task you'll go back already. And then, you'll see your friends and your parents. But…" Draco now looked at Hermione. "Honestly, did I make you happy here?"

The brunette was staring at Draco intently. The worry was obviously evident on his face. The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched. He cares if he made her happy for the past… what? Hermione counted inside her head. For the past 16 days. 'Oh God, I didn't know I've been in the past for 16 days already,' the brunette thought. Hermione raised her right hand and placed it on top of his blond hair. She slightly ruffled his hair. "Of course, I'm happy here, Draco," she assured him, a wide smile gracing on her lips. "You made me happy here, Draco."

Draco gave her a genuine smile, telling her that he was happy because he made her happy. He then looked at Mr. Beady who was seated on his lap and the blond started to stroke his fur. Hermione also looked at the bear on his lap. Looking at Mr. Beady made Hermione think that Draco's definitely like other children in the whole wide world. He might be living with some bunch of evil people (aka Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy) but that didn't mean that he's evil, too.

Hermione sighed. Before, she believed that if the parents were evil, so were their children. And if the parents were good, so were their children. But little Draco Malfoy had proven her wrong. Yes, his parents were like devils in Earth but he wasn't at all. Draco's just like the other children who liked to play, liked to eat Chocolate Frogs, liked to throw tantrums, and liked to have a teddy bear. It's just sad to think that because of his parents influence and wishes, Draco would grow up just like them… them, the Death Eaters.

"Hermione," the blond said, breaking the silence. "Do you miss someone else besides your friends and your parents?"

The brunette frowned. "Well… I miss my classmates and my professors," she answered. "Oh, and I miss my cat, Crookshanks."

"Crookshanks? Where'd you get that name?" the blond asked, raising one blond eyebrow in amusement.

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought of it," she answered. "I really miss them all."

"Do you miss someone else besides your friends, your parents, your classmates, your professors, and Crookshanks?" the blond asked again, his eyes gazing intently on the brunette right now.

'Yes, I miss your 17-year-old self.' "No one," Hermione said, sounding rather curt and abrupt.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Hermione looked exasperated. "Why are you asking me that question, anyway?!" she exclaimed. Draco merely stared at her while his lips formed into a thin line. Hermione released an exasperated, defeated sigh. "All right, fine! I miss someone! I miss him." And that him is none other than Draco Malfoy's older self.

"Who?" the blond asked, a horrified look plastered on his face.

"Him!" the brunette said in exclamation.

"There is a lot of him in the whole world, Hermione," the blond said. "Who the hell is him?"

Hermione chose to ignore Draco's language. Instead, she pursed her lips together and her cheeks turned red. Draco frowned. Her red cheeks were a giveaway. "You like that him," the blond said. It was more of a statement than a question.

The brunette frowned, too. She has no idea why this 10-year-old Draco was so upset of the fact that Hermione fancies someone. She sighed. 'There's no point in denying anymore,' she told herself. "Yes," she finally admitted, fiddling with both of her thumbs. Oh, Hermione's so embarrassed right now! She definitely was.

Draco's frown deepened. A disappointed and upset look crossed his handsome face. Hermione instantly became so confused. "What?" she asked, avoiding the little blond's gaze. "Is it… is it wrong to like someone?"

The little blond was still pouting but he shook his head. Hermione's still confused. 'Why's he looking at me like that?' she asked herself.

Draco sighed. He lost his chance to this 17-year-old him. The little blond's heart broke into two. He's still too young but he knew his heart was being broken. He read it somewhere in a book in the Malfoy library… 'Hermione has a crush,' he thought upsettingly. 'Of course, how could Hermione who is 17-years-old right now like me, a mere silly 10-year-old boy?' The blond released another depressed sigh.

Oh, if only he'd know that Hermione's talking about his 17-year-old form.

"You miss him badly?" he asked, looking at Hermione almost accusingly.

Hermione looked at Draco incredulously. "What's wrong with you?" she asked.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "You're changing the topic, Hermione. You're not answering my question," the blond said. "You miss him badly, don't you?"

Hermione sighed again. "Yes, yes, I do," the brunette said, running a hand through her curls. "I miss him so, so badly. Merlin, I miss him more than my best friends. Would you believe that?" Hermione's feeling frustrated now, too.

"Does he know?" the blond asked.

"What?" she asked.

"Does he know that you like him?" Draco asked. The little blond's feeling down. Well, he wouldn't be blamed. He just discovered that his one and only beautiful crush likes someone else. "Did you tell him already?"

Hermione released a small laugh. Draco cringed. He'd heard hurt there. "I can't. I definitely can't tell him how I feel," the brunette answered him.

"Why not?" the blond asked while his blond eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"You wouldn't understand, Draco," the brunette told him, patting his blond hair gently. "You're too young to understand this."

The blond adorably pouted. "Well, try me," he challenged her.

Hermione sighed. "To make it simpler… he hated me," the brunette answered me. "No, wait, let me correct that. He still hates me.It's because… well… we're completely different from each other."

There was silence then. Draco was playing with Mr. Beady's arm while Hermione rubbed her right cheek to decrease its redness. Draco suddenly broke the silence with a question. And his question was definitely surprising. "Do you… do you love him already?" he asked in a whisper. Butterflies… no, bees were swarming wildly inside his stomach already. And it absolutely hurts.

The brunette's breath caught inside her throat. Her face suddenly became troubled. One question was in her mind. 'Do I love Draco Malfoy already?' she asked herself. Her face was contorted into pure concentration. She started to draw circles at one side of her temples. 'Do I love him already?' the brunette asked herself. Closing her eyes, she remembered her conversations with Merlin. He always insisted that she's definitely in love with Draco. But she never admitted she does love him. She had admitted long before that she has special feelings for this particular ferret but love… she still didn't know. "Umm…" she muttered, her face still contorted into a look of confusion and concentration.

"You don't have to answer that question, Hermione," the blond hastily said because of Hermione's sudden look. It made Draco alarmed.

"I… I don't know," the brunette said as if she didn't heard what Draco had told her. "Love him? I mean, I like him. I definitely do. But love… I…" Hermione stopped. Hermione immediately froze. Draco looked at her worriedly. He was now feeling quite guilty for asking that stupid, stupid question. "I…" Hermione buried her face in her hands. "I do. God, I do! I love him. I love him," she muttered again and again.

Draco immediately rubbed Hermione's back for comfort. She's clearly feeling in distress.

"But he hates me… he absolutely loathes me," the brunette cried. Draco thanked the gods and goddesses above because Hermione wasn't crying at all. "I don't even know why I fell in love with him!" the brunette cried. "I was supposed to hate him. I was supposed to. But I couldn't! I… I won't! Never!"

"There, there, Hermione," Draco comforted. "Don't worry, I know he would someday fall in love with you, too."

Hermione sighed and ran both of her hands through her hair again. "Oh, I don't know," the brunette said, making a soft angry noise. "It's not that easy, Draco. All stories don't always end with a 'happily ever after'. Remember that." The brunette slightly shifted on the bench. "And besides, it's impossible for him to fall in love with me. I'm his sworn enemy, you know."

The corners of Draco's mouth were twitching up. For some reason, he was feeling smug.

The brunette softly groaned. The blond immediately frowned. 'Okay, I won't be happy if Hermione's not happy at all,' the blond told himself.

Again, they fell into silence. This time, it was Hermione who first broke it. "How about you, Draco?" she asked him in almost a whisper. "Do you… do you like someone now?" Hermione released a soft chuckle. "Silly, silly me. Of course you don't have! You're too young to like someone. And besides, you told me that you wouldn't fall in love at all."

Draco immediately turned into a deep shade of red. "Umm… well…" he stuttered.

"Aha! You're stammering!" Hermione happily cried. She was quite glad they weren't talking about the 17-year-old Draco Malfoy anymore. "Aww, little Draco has a crush." The brunette pinched his red cheek. "Tell me who she is, Draco. Do I know her?"

The blond blushed redder. 'Might as well admit it, too, since Hermione did.' "Umm… well, you know her," he answered softly. "Too well, actually."

Hermione frowned in confusion. "Who's this girl?" she asked. She's actually quite shocked to know that this little boy sitting beside her fancies someone. The brunette suddenly chuckled. "I can't believe you'll one day be a walking thing with bunch of testosterone in your system."

Draco didn't laugh at all. Instead, he frowned. "What's testosterone?" he asked innocently.

The brunette made a dismissive hand gesture. "Never mind," she said. "Now, tell me who this girl is." She's honestly feeling slightly impatient.

The blond clamped both of his lips tightly and shook his head.

Hermione scowled. "Oh, come on, Draco! You can tell me! I'm your best friend, anyway," she told him.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Well, you didn't tell me who you're crush is so I won't tell you, too," the blond reasoned. Hermione sighed. He has a point. The blond looked at her smugly, though, with cheeks still slightly red.

"Fine, then," the brunette said, the scowl still not leaving her face. "Just… err… I don't know. Describe her?"

"Umm… well," the blond nervously said, playing with a loose thread from Mr. Beady's arm. "She's… she's gorgeous."

The brunette raised one brown eyebrow. "Why do guys always like gorgeous woman? Don't they consider intelligence as a turn-on, too?" Hermione was now frowning. "I can't believe that even you, a 10-year-old, like beautiful girls."

"Uhh…" Draco gulped nervously. "Is it wrong?"

Hermione sighed. "Never mind," she said. "Please continue describing her."

"Okay, umm… well, she's… she's…" Draco scratched the back of his neck. "I… I can't really describe y – her." The blond blushed. 'I almost said 'you'! I almost said 'you'! Argh!' the blond mentally screamed inside his head. "I… I don't even know why I like her!"

The brunette chuckled. "I know how you feel," Hermione told him. The brunette stared off into space and sighed. "You… you just don't have an exact reason why you like that person. It just happens so suddenly. You'll just realize that you like him or her. That's how sneaky adoration and attraction is. Well, love too is very, very sneaky. It just appears whenever it likes. And sometimes, it chooses people you never imagined of liking at all."

Draco stared at her in wonder.

Hermione then looked at her with a sad smile on her face. "That's why Draco, tell that girl how you feel as soon as possible," she advised. She looked down at the sand floor and continued, "Because maybe, it would be quite too late already." Hermione dug the sole of her sandals in the sand.

The look of wonder on Draco's face turned into a determined one. Yes, he would follow Hermione's advice.

He would tell her.

"I had so much fun today, Draco," the brunette announced as she and the blond were walking back to their meeting place. Hermione sighed and looked around. "Let's go back to that playground some other time, okay?"

The answer she received was mere silence.

Hermione looked at Draco curiously. The blond's face was facing downward, concealing the emotions playing on his adorable face. "Draco, what's wrong?" the brunette asked in worry. "You're awfully quiet. Is something bothering you?"

Again, his answer was only silence.

The brunette frowned. "Draco," she said but the blond still wouldn't answer her. Hermione frowned. "Fine, be like that. Don't talk to me," she said, her frown deepening.

Both of them continued to walk silently towards their meeting place. Draco still chose to be silent while Hermione looked at him with worry evident on her face. She knew there was something wrong because Draco would normally talk about anything to her.

Hermione sighed in defeat because she knew that Draco would continue to be silent.

Finally, they arrived at their meeting place. Hermione looked up at the sky and noticed that the sun was already setting. She then looked at Draco. "Goodbye then, Draco. I'll see you tomorrow," the brunette said and turned around, not expecting for Draco to answer. But then, she was quite shocked when Draco gripped the end of her blouse. Hermione spun around and looked at him questioningly. "Yes, Draco, do you need something?"

And then, he did something surprising.

Draco's hand traveled towards Hermione's right arm and forcefully yanked her down. Hermione yelped in surprised but then gasped loudly when Draco's lips pressed themselves against the brunette's right cheek. His little kiss was brief and then, he immediately let go of Hermione.

The brunette looked at him with wide-eyes. Her mouth was formed into a small 'o' as she stared at the furiously blushing Draco Malfoy.

"I LIKE YOU!" he exclaimed. And then, he spun around and ran away from the stunned brunette.

Hermione blinked several times. Her right hand flew towards the spot where Draco kissed her. "Did that just happened?" she asked herself aloud. "Did that just bloody happened?"

Soft laughter was heard behind her and Hermione immediately turned around. She was surprised to see that Merlin was there, looking at her with mirth dancing in his emerald eyes.

"Did that just happened?" Hermione said, this time, she was asking the old wizard.

"Indeed, Miss Granger. Indeed," Merlin answered her, amusement still evident in his twinkling eyes.

Hermione gasped. "So… so I'm the girl he was talking about awhile ago in the Muggle playground!" she exclaimed.

Merlin chuckled. "Apparently, 10-year-old Mr. Malfoy likes you, Miss Granger."

The old wizard's amusement grew when Hermione managed to make herself resemble a blushing goldfish.

A/N: End of chapter! Review please. I want to know your opinions about this chapter. Anyway, I'll next update PiD! :D Again, review please

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