Chapter 6: In the room
"Oh, good morning." Ernie greeted as he entered Hermione's room.
"E-Ernie? What are you doing here?"
He opened the curtains.
Hermione bit her lip as Ernie was scanning the walls.
"Draco??" Ernie almost fainted.
"I was supposed to take those down but I wasn't able to." she replied.
"O-kay." Ernie sat on her bed. He held her hand.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"Holding your hand." Hermione nodded.
"Okay… anyway, what's your question?" "D-do you love me?" "Excuse me?" she asked.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do."
"Really, Hermione?"
"Yes."
As Ernie drew closer, Hermione pulled away.
"As a friend."
Ernie felt sick.
"Wh-what?"
"Hello? You're my friend, Ernie." Hermione playfully punched his arm.
"O-of course." he said.
"Draco's different." Ernie's head jerked.
"How different from me?"
"Well, that brings me back to that so-called 'sleepover' we had.
He slept with me and he kept me warm. That was the best night ever." she sighed.
"Uh-hm. What happened next?"
"The next day, I simply gaped at his attire. He looked so cute with his manly attire. Muscle-bound and all." Hermione looked back at Ernie.
"It's okay. You can find your one true love." Hermione encouraged him.
"Yeah, soon. Thanks." Ernie left.
That night, Hermione received a note:
Meet me near the statue at 11
"Wonder who it is…"
That night, Hermione was tapping her foot, waiting for the person who sent the note.
Then, something terrible happened.