Potions
"Good morning class. I'm Professor Gooden. We will be working on Verintaserum. Can anybody tell what this potion does?" Hermione's hand shot up." "Ms. Granger."
"This potion, also known as the Truth Telling Serum, when drank, makes the drinker answer anything they are asked truthfully without being aware of what they are saying or their surroundings."
"Very good. Ten points to Gryffindor. Now, I'll be pairing you up. The seating arrangements are final. Any projects you have, these people are whom you are going to be working with. When you hear your names called, please go sit with that person. Finnigan and Bulstode, Potter and Crabbe, Lefframan and Parkinson, Zabini and McGordon, Goyle and Thomas, Malfoy and Granger. The instructions are on the board. When you are finished, each of you will drink the potion and the class will ask you some questions. You may begin."
"Hermione, what was up with that thing before breakfast?"
"Hmm?" she didn't look up from the cauldron.
"You know when you kissed me on the cheek."
"Oh that. I was just thanking you."
"Oh. Ok." They were silent for a few moments.
"Draco, can you hand me the wormwart tails?"
"Sure. Hermione," he started nervously, "I was wondering if you want to go on the Hogsmeade trip with me."
Her whole face lit up. "You really want me to go with you?" He nodded. "I would love to."
"Great." He kissed her on the cheek.
"What was that for?"
"I was thanking you."
"Oh," she said disappointedly.
Ten minutes later, their potion was done. "Professor Gooden, we're finished with our potion."
"Very good. Ten points to Slytherin and Gryffindor. Now Hermione, if you would drink a cup of the potion, I believe the class wants to ask some questions. Who would like to go first? Ah yes, Ms. Parkinson."
"So Granger," she sneered, "Why did you steal those clothes?"
"I didn't. My dad bought them." Pansy just snorted.
"Mr. Finnigan?"
"What do your parents do for a living?"
"They're CEO and President of GE." The classes' mouths were gapping like fish, including Parkinson's.
"Mr. Potter?"
"Do you like anybody Hermione?"
"Yes." At this, Draco stopped doodling on his parchment and waited for her answer.
"Mr. Weasley?"
"Who do you like Hermione?" Draco was holding his breath. He was a little disappointed because he knew that she likes the Weasel. She only agreed to go to Hogsmeade with him because she felt sorry for him.
But what came out of her mouth was something that nobody expected. "Draco Malfoy."
"What about that low-life ferret?"
"I like Draco Malfoy."
Draco's POV
Did she just say what I think she said? Yep, she did. Everybody is looking at me. What do I say? I like her, but do I want to say it in front of everyone? Just as I was about to open my mouth, the Weasel yelled, "What! That SOB! You must be joking. How can you like that ferret?"
Hermione was so sick and tired of him saying shit about Draco. "Shut up Ronald! Draco is a lot better than you. He has a mature sense of humor. Unlike you. He doesn't think Yo Mama jokes are funny. Neither do I, so you can take those jokes and shove them up your-" –crash-. Hermione turned her head to see the source of the crash. "Draco Malfoy just fainted Professor," said Hermione.
"Potter and Zabini, take him to the hospital wing."
"Can I go with them Professor?" asked Hermione.
"Very well." She grabbed her things and shot out the door like a rocket.
Hospital Wing
"What happened to him?" Madame Pomfrey asked when Harry and Blaise set Draco down on a bed.
"He fainted in Potions class," Hermione explained.
"Okay. He'll be awake momentarily."
"You have some explaining to do Hermione," said Harry. She looked over at Harry, who had his arms crossed.
"There's nothing to explain. I like Draco and there's nothing you can do about that."
"I don't care if you like him, but Ron doesn't like it."
"Why should I care if he likes it or not?"
"He told me not to tell you this, but I guess it's time for you to know. Ron is in love with you. Has been since 4th year." She just shook her head at him in disbelief.
"I gave him the chance. I have moved on and he needs to realize that. I really like Draco, but I don't know what he thinks of me. I mean, he asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him, but he could just be feeling sorry for me."
"Ms. Granger?" Madame Pomfrey walked away from Draco's bed and motioned for Hermione to come over. "He's awake and is asking for you."
"Thank you." She walked over to his bed and the other two stealthy made their way to the other side, out of hearing range.
"Hermione?" his voice a little hoarse.
"Yes?" she hesitantly took his hand and started playing with his fingers. He smiled slightly.
"Did you really mean what you said back there? About you liking me?"
"Of course I did. It's okay if you don't like me. I mean, look at me. I'm just an average girl. Nothing special about me. Then look at you. You're very handsome and you are really good at Quidditch. I'm not good at anything. Just good at being a know-it-all. I'm-" I was interrupted by Draco's lips on mine. My mind went blank as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I lost myself in the kiss. I completely forgot that I was kissing my enemy. All that mattered was he and I.
Draco's POV
Am I really kissing Hermione Granger? The girl I've liked for so long? Since 5th year. Does this mean that she likes me as much as I like her? I push her out of her seat and stand up, without breaking the kiss. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers. We smile at each other and lean in for another kiss. Just as our lips touched, we heard someone clear their throat. We both turned red at being caught and turn to the face of Potter.
"H-Harry? How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to want to lose my lunch." He laughed at their guilty expressions. "Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. Zabini promised that he wouldn't say anything either. I do have one question, though. How long has this been going on?"
"Since the beginning of school," we both answered at the same time.
"What are we going to do about Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Well, we'll just have to keep him in the dark for as long as we can," Harry started to explain, "and hope he doesn't catch on. So when you guys are in class, you can act civil, but don't act like a couple."
"I think we can do that. Right Draco?
"Huh?" I had my nose nuzzling her neck. I heard her sigh.
"Never mind. I'll tell you later. We'll try Harry."
"Good. See you tomorrow Hermione, Malfoy."
"See you later Harry."
"Alone at last. Now, where were we?"
"Draco, we can't be doing this in public."
"Hmph. Why not?" He pouted. She resisted that look, with difficultly.
"Because people could see us. And I'm not ready for that. At least not yet."
"Fine. But when we get back to the common room, I'll make our first date memorable."
"First date? But I thought that the Hogsmeade trip was our first date."
"Nope. Dinner will be. Be at the Common Room by 8 pm. Wear something gorgeous."
"I think I can do that." I gave him a quick peck on the lips. He tried to wrap his arms around me, but I squirmed out if his grip. I left him pouting and ran out of the Hospital Wing.