81. Pen and Paper
Hey, Hermione!
What is it now, Draco?
I was just wondering how you were, is that such a crime?
No, that's actually quite kind of you; I'm fine, thanks. How are you?
Well, I'm glad! Me? I'm okay. How's your day been?
Dull.
Aw, why? You had Transfiguration, Charms and Ancient Runes today - all your favourites, what's happened?
Nothing just Ron being an insensitive prat... wait, how do you know all my lessons?
Er, well... you told me this morning!
No, I didn't.
Fine, I take extra special attention to your timetable?
Why?
Because.
That isn't a satisfactory answer.
Fine! Because I like to know where you are.
That's absurd, why on Earth would you want to know that?
So I know where you are if I ever need you.
Why would you ever need me? Is there something else to this, Draco?
In case... in case I was dying! And nope, don't know what you mean.
Draco.
FINE! I like to know where you are in case you ever need me.
...
I want to be able to help you, if you ever need it.
Go on?
What I'm trying to say is I want to be able to help you, protect you, cherish you... for you to be mine.
Are you saying what I think you're saying?
Will you go out with me?
Yes! I thought you'd never ask!
Draco looked up from the piece of parchment and smiled at Hermione over the various towers of books at their table in the library. To think all he had to do, to ask her out was put pen to paper...