"So then I told him, that if he wanted me, he would have to come and get me. It's as simple as that! Seriously, Ron can be so thickheaded at times!"
"Huh?" Draco looked to Hermione, as he started walking again, "Was I off in space?"
"Seems so. Draco, you really need to consider some sort of sleep potion. I could make you some right now if we go back to the castle! But of course, I don't think you'd ever miss out on talking to Harry."
He looked around dumbly, mouth agape. It was the gardens, mostly filled with the hedge maze, and the aqueduct that made up the castle's plumbing. It was a beautiful place, mostly just roses and mystical plants grew here, it was Professor Sprout's little experiment with the students. The day was sunny, and sunlight streamed down between the tall hedges, keeping the roses in the hedges very happy. The exact direction wasn't a certainty, because the hedges blocked any view other then directly in front of you, unless you were heading down a long stretch of path. The path in question was a rugged example of how Professor Sprout liked to dabble into certain parts of muggle culture. The path was not unlike any other path on Hogwarts grounds; stone, squared, and made of lots of little bricks. But the Professor didn't see the point of keeping the path clean, so it was strewn with little rocks, twigs, and dirt. The cracks were filled in by little weeds that were just happy to be there, but caused a nuisance for the students who kept it.
"You were telling me about Ron?" they started walking again towards the middle of the hedge maze.
"Well yes, I was, but now that we've gotten on the topic of potions, I wanted to ask you about the homework that we have. Did you get the same answer as I did for question A1? If I get anything less then perfect, Snape will cut our house points by obscene amounts."
"Yeah, what was the question again?"
She looked into the air, calling back the memory, "You are waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you. But you can't know for sure. But it doesn't matter - because we'll be together."
Draco snorted, "You've been watching too many muggle movies."
"Inception was a good movie! I thought it was an interesting delve into our subconscious."
"So tell me, what did Harry want you to bring me out here for?"
"It's a secret! You can't know. I won't tell you!" she laughed.
"Oh whatever," he laughed, "Look! we're here already!"
They came across the clearing that happened to be the main one. Harry was sitting down on the bench that was covered in moss, and seemed to be as content as he could ever be, his windswept hair framing his charming smile perfectly. Behind him was a planter that had "ions", short little flowers that twisted and turned to catch sun. The planter also contained a huge abstract piece of art. It was a fountain, the top starting off as a gold globe, and then went down to an indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red orbs below that, all glowing a beautiful light.
"Draco!" his voice rang with all sorts of happiness, the kind that made you sick to your stomach with butterflies, and your head swim in thoughts of just booking it, so you can hug that person to death.
"You sound so happy, Potter. What's new?"
"Potter? Jeez Malfoy," he jokingly rolled his eyes, "it's been a while since you've called me that."
"You!" Hermione pointed at Harry, "Don't forget what I brought him here for. I'll just leave now. I'll probably help Ron with his homework, and start on a sleep potion for Draco. See you soon!"
Draco considered telling Hermione not to bother with the potion, "So what'd you wanna talk about Harry?"
"Just like you Draco. Straight to business, no chase."
"I like to keep things real."
"I sloticed. Did I just say sloticed? I can't speak today."
Draco laughed, "All is forgiven."
"So yeah, I noticed. Let's say for a second someone liked you."
"Who would this person be?"
"God, you are so hard to please, you know that right? Well, let's say for a second, it was me."
"Only for a second?" Draco's breath hitched, "Stop making a fool out of me! You and I both know…"
"But we said we were only friends! No changing that."
"Oh come on, we could both use a little happiness. A little bit of feel good goes a long way."
"I have, I have a little, a little issue though!"
"What's that?"
"How do you tell your best friend that you're in love with him?"
"Don't tell me you've fallen for the ginger!"
"Oh please. Ron is not my type, so you know who it is."
"I can't deny that the evidence is conclusive."
"I won't raise any objections if you don't."
"Hardly."