Next Day
"Good morning Hermione." She was still asleep. She only had about 45 minutes to get ready, so Draco had to get her up. Maybe this will help, Draco thought and leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Yep, it worked. Her eyelids fluttered open and he grinned. "Time to get up Hermione."
"Ok ok, I'm up." She said groggily.
"You only have 40 minutes to get ready."
She bolted out of bed. "Oh crap. I have to get a shower, get dressed, and get my makeup done. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
"I did but you were sound asleep."
She blushed bright red. "Right. I knew that."
10 minutes later, Hermione was out of the shower and in her closet looking for her clothes. She chose a pair of distressed Abercrombie skinny jeans, a blue Hollister hoodie, and a pair of Sperry's. She magically dried her hair and put a side part in it. She put on black mascara and a light pink lipgloss. She put her books in her Abercrombie tote and slipped her white Chanel sunglasses in there as well. She had a feeling she might need them later. She walked down the stairs to the Common Room and waited for Draco. When she heard him come down the steps, she turned around. She gasped in shock. He was towel drying his hair and only had a pair of green boxers on. She felt a blush rushing to her face and tried to hide it behind her hair. "Do you plan to go to class like that?"
"No. I need some help finding some clothes. Wanna help?"
"Sure." They headed back up the stairs and into Draco's room.
They walked to his room and stopped at his closet door and he opened it. She gasped in shock.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just your closet is so small."
"Yeah, compared to yours."
She waved him off. "Whatever. Let's just find you some clothes." In the end, they found a form-fitting white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He found his black dragon hide boots and gelled his hair into spikes again. He put his books into his bookbag and he was all done. "Maybe we should leave at separate times," suggested Hermione. "That way people won't suspect anything."
"Fine. But if we can't see each other publicly, I want to do one thing." With that, leaned in, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close. He rested his forehead against hers. They stayed like this for a few minutes, just staring in each other's eyes. Hermione finally pulled away, with only five minutes to get to class. They were both going to Herbology, so they just left together. It must have looked bad for them, coming to class with a minute to spare, having red cheeks, and panting. Must have looked like they were doing something else, but they weren't. They took the last available desk at the back.
"Today we will be breeding Mandrakes. I will assign you your partners. This project will take the entire year. It is an out-of-class project. When you hear you names called, one of are to come up here and get a baby Mandrake and go sit with your partner. Zabini and Potter, Crabbe and McCloud, Longbottom and Goyle, Weasley and Parkinson, Bulstrode and Finnigan, Greengrass and Lefframan, Malfoy and Granger. Come get your Mandrakelings and the project instructions and rubric. You have the rest of the class period to discuss what you are going to do. Good luck" She walked over to the other side of the room and went into her office, not paying attention to what her students were doing.
"So, Hermione bet you can't wait to go on the Hogsmeade trip with me," he said with a smirk on his face.
She turned to look at him sadly, "I don't think the trip is a good idea. I don't think I should go with you."
"Why not?!" he asked semi-desperately.
"Because, nobody can know that we're together." "
"Well wear a disguise or something. I really want you to go with me."
"We'll work something out."
"Let's figure it out now. The trip is this weekend and it's already Wednesday." He had a look of deep concentration on his face.
Suddenly, Hermione snapped her fingers, "I've got it. I think if I dye my hair black, get purple contacts, and completely change my look, nobody will recognize me."
His smile lit up his whole face. "Sounds good, but why black?"
"Because nobody will expect you to be dating a Goth," she said with a 'duh' look on her face, "So, I'll dye my hair Friday night and order the contacts tonight." Just then, the bell rang. "See you tonight Draco."
"Bye Hermione." He watched her until she was out of sight and sprinted off to his next class.
Transfiguration
Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat at a desk in the middle of the classroom. Hermione could tell that Ron was really pissed. His face and ears were as red as his hair. She knew that she was in for it. Sure enough, he exploded. He vaguely reminder her of a tomato that just exploded. Nasty. "Am I not good enough for you Hermione?! How is he better than me? I've been your friend for 7 years! He's been cruel to you all those years. Tell me how he is better than me."
She started to tick off all the reasons on her fingers. "He doesn't make Yo Mama jokes. He has a mature sense of humor. He's really nice. He was never as cruel to me as you were. You were actually my friend, so it made everyone of those things you said to me just dug the knife in deeper. And lastly, he's way hotter than you." After she said all of that, she ran out of the classroom and bolted for the nearest Girl's bathroom.
"Ms. Granger, Ms. Granger, come back here! You will have an F if you don't turn around right now."
Hermione turned and yelled, "Fine then. Give me a bloody F. I don't care!" She turned back around and ran for the bathroom.
Draco was wandering around the halls during his free period. He needed time to think. Hermione constantly filled up his thoughts, not that he minded. He felt like he was on cloud 9. Then he heard sobs coming from the Girls' bathroom he thought that the voice sounded familiar, so he sprinted to the bathroom. That's when he saw Hermione. He ran over to her and crouched down in front of her. "Hermione, honey, what's wrong?"
She looked up at him, mascara running down her cheeks and her nose red. "It's R-Ron. H-he said t-that I can't l-like someone like y-you. H-he said that he w-was so g-good for m-me. He said t-that I shouldn't like s-scum like y-you." She broke down again, fresh tears running down her cheeks.
"Oh Hermione." He picked her up and placed her on his lap. He sat there and rocked her for the rest of the hour, neither of them saying anything. After a while, Hermione fell asleep. Draco continued to rock her. He finally pulled her of his lap, as the hour was almost up. "Hermione? Hermione dear, you need to wake up."
She slowly started to come to. Her eyelids started to flutter open and she sat up. "Thank you Draco for listening to me."
"You're welcome Hermione. You would have done the same thing for me." She started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"I was just thinking of you being in my place."
He pictured that and burst out laughing. "That is pretty funny." He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She put one arm around his neck and the other went to his chest. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist and held her close. Just as they were going into a long snogging session, the door opened. They broke apart and fixed their clothes, both their faces flushed.
"Hermione?"
"Ginny?" She ran over and hugged Hermione.
"Oh Hermione, I was so worried about you. Harry told me you yelled at the professor and ran out of the room crying. Why?"
"HE was saying stuff like I can't be with Draco, he's so much better for me, etcetera."
"How could he?! You guys are so good together." She smiled at the shocked looks on their faces. "Don't worry, nobody else knows, I'm just good at reading people. And the fact that I walked into the middle of your snogging session doesn't help either." Both Hermione and Draco blushed when she said that.
"Promise you won't tell anybody?" Hermione asked, desperately.
"I promise I won't tell anybody. Bye Hermione. Bye Draco."
"Bye Ginny."
"Did she just say my name and be nice?"
"Contrary to popular belief, Ginny doesn't hate you. Ron is the only Weasley that can't stand you. The others think you are bearable. I guess they always knew that I always had a crush on you."
"I'm flattered. Where were we before we were rudely interrupted?"
She smirked at him. "Bye Draco. I have to get going."
"But you have free period next."
"I know, but I have to start planning the Christmas Ball. It's November 16th you know."
"But it's a month away," he whined. "I'll help you."
"But you'll get in trouble for skipping class."
"No I won't. I talked to Professor McGonagall and she said that if we need to skip a class or two, we can. As long as it's for Head stuff. She already told all the professors not to give me detention. Same with you."
Common Room
"What should the attire be?"
Draco put his hand on his chin. "It should be semiformal and we should have a masquerade ball."
"That's a great idea." Hermione was raking her brain for ideas. Then she snapped her fingers. "I think our theme should be Winter Wonderland. You know, fake snow everywhere, snowflakes on the ceilings, icicle chandeliers, and snowflake-shaped tables."
"That will look so cool in the Great Hall."
"What about the band?"
"I say we have Justin Bieber come and perform."
"I looked him up and it says that it costs 2 million to get him to hold a private concert."
"I'm sure my cousin can pull a few strings."
"How?" He looked at her questionably.
"My cousin is his manager and I'm his best friend," she said, as if commenting on the weather.
"You really do have the sweet life, you know that Granger."
"Oh, I know," she smirked.
"What about the food?"
"I think we should keep the food simple. You know, southern cooking. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, everything."
He realized then that his girlfriend's, wow that sounds so weird, family loves southern cooking. "Sounds good. I'm starting to get hungry."
Her stomach started to grumble in response. "Me too Draco. How about I go down to the kitchens and get us some food. We missed lunch. Anything specific?"
"Nope. I'll have whatever you're having."
"Cool." She made her way to the Kitchens.
Kitchen
"Dobby, the Head Boy and I missed lunch. Can you make us something to eat?"
"Anything you prefer Miss?"
"Actually there is. Can you make some southern food? You do know what that is don't you?"
"Yes Dobby knows what that is Miss."
"Can you put it in a picnic basket with a checkered blanket?"
"Will do Miss." Dobby bowed low to the ground and went through the doors. Twenty minutes later, Hermione was walking back to the Heads' Dorm. She walked into the Common Room. As soon as she opened the door, she heard snoring. Figures, she thought. She decided to wake up Draco the best way she knew how. First, she walked quietly up the stairs and put on her swimsuit, a blue bikini with the Polo logo on the top and bottoms. She put on her black Rainbows and grabbed her white Chanel sunglasses. When she passed the bathroom, she grabbed two towels, a bucket, filled it with cold water, then tiptoed down the steps, crept over to where he lay, & stood over him. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes to make sure that he wouldn't wake up. She lifted the bucket of water and –SPLASH-.
"Ahh! What the hell was that for?!" he spluttered.
"Sorry." She was hoping he would turn around. He did and –THUMP- "If you don't get up Draco, I'm gonna pour more water on you."
"Ok, ok, I'm up." He scrambled off the floor. "Why are you wearing your swimsuit? It's winter."
"We're going swimming."
"It's too cold for swimming."
"Not where we're going."
"Won't people see us if we Appratate?"
"Not at my private beach. Go get your swim trunks on and we'll leave."
Ten minutes later, they were ready. "Since you don't know what the beach looks like, we'll have to joint-Appratate. On three. One, two three." Hermione had the picture of the beach in her head and they disappeared with a loud pop. Draco felt the familiar sensation of being squeezed through a rubber tube. When he felt solid ground, he opened his eyes and gasped in awe. The beach had white sand and palm trees. The water was crystal clear. To his right, there was a bar with two guys standing there with smiles on their faces.
"Hermione, you said that this beach was private. What are they doing here?" he said, scared.
"Relax. This is Enrica` and Pablo. Guys this is Draco Malfoy. My boyfriend." Draco felt his heart flutter when she said this. He knew that he was her boyfriend, but he still liked hearing it.
"Ah, Misoure` Malfoy," said Pablo, "We hear lots about you. Madame Hermione talks about you a lot with her friends. 'He has such nice eyes, they're like pools of molten silver, he has such pale skin, he's so well-built, and his butt-"
"Ok Pablo, that's enough. Can you get us some drinks?" her voice sounding high pitched with embarrassment.
"Whatever you say, Madame." The two left to get the drinks, snickering the whole way. They are so in for it, thought Hermione.
"What about my butt?" Hermione blushed from her neck to hairline.
"Oh uh um er hehe ah um I was not talking about your butt." Her face resembled a cherry.
"Then why are you blushing?"
Busted, thought Hermione. "Fine. I said you have a very nice arse. Happy?!"
She ran away from him and dove into the water. He chased after her and swam towards her. "Hermione, I'm not mad at you. Actually, I'm flattered. I think the same thing about you." She ignored him and swam towards the shore. She walked towards her towel and flipped on her stomach, tanning. Just give her some space and time, thought Draco. He started to swim in the deep end and just stayed there for a while, looking at the coral reefs and the colorful fish. After an hour or so, he walked out of the water and headed towards his towel. He flopped onto his stomach, soaking up some sun. Hermione had flipped onto her back. Neither of them said anything. Draco had flipped onto his back when he heard Hermione spoke.
"I'm not mad at you Draco, just embarrassed. Pablo and I had a history. Last summer when my family took a trip to Brazil, I met Pablo. We lasted the whole summer. I only meant for it to be a summer fling, but he insisted that we were meant to be together. He constantly sent me letters, but I ignored them. I finally sent him a reply to one the more ridiculous ones with a nice, 'We're Done'. He didn't take it too well. He always tries to humiliate me in front of guys."
"I had no idea. I'm sorry Hermione. I thought he was joking. Forgive me."
"There's nothing to forgive. You didn't do anything wrong."
"I did mean what I said before."
"What was that?"
"You have a nice arse." He had his signature Malfoy smirk on.
She looked at him compuzzledly. "Thank you?"
He smirked at her. "The Hogsmeade trip is tomorrow. Did you get the contacts and hair dye?"
"Yeah I did. When we get back, I'll dye my hair and try the contacts out."
"Cool. Can I watch you?"
"Sure. I don't know why you want to, but ok." They stayed at the beach for 5 hours or so, then finally decided that it was time to go back to Hogwarts. They gathered up their stuff and Draco waved to the butlers, while Hermione glared at them.