Hello Darlings! I apologize for the long wait, I've been having some personal problems. Most of you have gotten an e-mail from me as my reply to you're review isn't it nifty my friend showed me. In this chapter I will be trying something NEW. So PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me honestly what you think about it. Don't hold back at all! Make me cry if you must but get the point across. Well on with the story then.

Chapter Seven of

Falling in Love with the Golden Boy

It's all in the Smirk


"Blaise!" I shouted out his name with the remaining breath in my lungs before toppling onto the floor of the Slytherin dorm room in a winded disarray. I really needed to stop fraternizing with the floor. Blaise's eyes widened almost comically before he jumped out of bed and helped me to my feet.

"I thought you were mad at me." He stated carefully.

"Mad at you? Never I adore you." And with that I threw myself onto an unsuspecting Blaise. I laughed joyfully at seeing his startled expression and then went on to give him a sloppy kiss on one smooth dark cheek.

"Panse, Pansy love come here!" Blaise called out in a nervous tone as he continued to look at me with a quizzical visage all the while edging away from me.

"Yes, Blaise?" She came out of the bathroom, running a Slytherin Green towel through her still wet hair.

"Do you remember that summer when Draco got a hold of a bottle of Fire Whiskey?"

"How could I ever forget he was a blubbering mess, tripping all over himself, quite annoying really." I watched her crinkle her nose equipping her with the look that my mother often wore whenever something wasn't up to her standards. "Why the sudden nostalgia Dolce?" Before Blaise could even utter a sentence I snatched Pansy right off her feet and ensued to spin her around the quarters. I settled her down on her feet as I gave her a grin.

"You're marrying a genius." I told her in a most solemn manner. Panicky she gazed over my shoulder too her lover.

"What's that sobering spell again?"

"I think it's -."

"No, I'm fine!" I shouted then began nodding my head vigorously to add emphasis. They halted their conversation to look at me with twin looks of incredulity fixed upon their faces. Seeing as I had obtained their attention I embarked on the telling of my most wondrous day. My story was only interrupted once to the sound of Pansy's scandalized shrieking of "He groped you!?" Looking up at my audience I smirked in bemusement at the emotions that flickered across their faces.

"Well." Pansy said quietly as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind a delicate shell-shaped ear. "This is absolutely brilliant!" She shouted joyfully as she tossed herself into the arms of Blaise and I the added weight causing an imbalance and our sudden tumble downwards. Luckily the bed caught our fall. Upon seeing our current situation I blinked. Somewhere to my right I heard a bottomless snicker which was then joined in by whistle chime giggles. I smiled prior to joining into the laughter. After a while I swabbed at the tears of mirth that descended down from my eyes. Three Slytherins laying in a bed looking as disheveled as possible while they basked in the sound of each others laughter. Who would ever believe me?

"Good morning Draco." I looked up from my furious writing to meet the brown eyes of one butting book worm a.k.a Hermione Granger.

"Morning Hermione."

"So Draco." She let her sentence hang in the air creating an atmosphere so thick that not even Sectumsempra [1] could have cut through it.

"Yes?" I warily looked up at her and almost screamed at the sinister smirk that curved her bubble gum pink lips.

"Harry?" My writing halted. Breathe the sensible part of my cerebral cortex reminded me but in my despair it was forgotten like the toy broom that I had once cherished but now took residence in my attic.

"Potter?" I switched into what Ancilla [2] called my know-nothing face.

She sat down fingers laced, a stream of hefty curls falling to her breast, prim robes that held not even the slightest crisp, and a delicately beautiful face as though she anticipated me too go on. She looked her title of Prefect, but only fools thought that I knew that she was really a diabolical being in disguise. The smirk told me so. An exasperated sigh filled the already awkward air.

"Upon a recent turning of events I have decided to indulge in a bit of research and observation. To my great cognizance I've realized two things, though unfortunately one of those were authenticated by an outside party. First I have come to the conclusion that you are indeed a homosexual Blaise's uncouthness provided assistance in figuring this out. Secondly, and though this may be a presumption on my part I have deduced that you are infatuated with one Golden boy, best friend of mine, a third of the Golden Trio, Defeater of Voldemort, or known too many as Harry James Potter."

"Your second hypothesis is astray." I told her. Her face looked frenzied. There's only so many time she can be told she's incorrect before her wellness becomes affected I wickedly thought. Seeing her mouth opening either too apologize for what she most likely thought was an insult too my person or to have us quarrel over the subject I spoke.

"I love him." Her mouth shut. Blink, blink, blink.

"WHAT!?" I shushed her with my finger and pointed too Madame Pince and a group of Ravenclaws that were sending dagger filled glares to our remote table. "Love, are you being serious?" She whispered fiercely. I nodded. "How long?"

"Fourth year."

"But, you were so malignant to him."

"Look Granger, it would have convoluted my life into an even greater complication if I made my feelings know." I gave her a sneer. "I don't need to bloody explain my self to you." I sneered and grabbed my parchment. A hand clasped my elbow and then shoved me back into my recently vacated seat.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, I just meant that I didn't know you're feelings ran so deep. The past days have shown me that your not as mean or arrogant as you would like others to believe." "What I'm trying to say is that it's fine by me." She gave me a pleading smile.

*Hermione*

I watched as the haughtily looks of Draco jolted from vexation to astonishment.

"What really?" I nodded my head.

"Draco, you are not the only one who I have been looking over. Seeing as I was correct in my earlier findings. I'm quite sure that your feelings are recuperated." Knowing that a shout quite similar to my own would shoot out I cast Silencio.

"Done?" He pouted and I giggled as I imagined a cherub like baby Draco doing the same expression.

"How do you know this?"

"Observation." I stated with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Granger." I rolled my eyes.

"I have known Harry since we were 11 years old. I have loved him like a brother and have been there alongside Ron to support him through all his decisions- though some are ludicrous. But, I would hope that seven years would grant me the capability of understanding Harry even when he doesn't say anything. Don't interrupt me." He smirked before giving me a motion to continue. "Harry is embarrassed by many things for example his fame. One thing though Harry does not blush. The only times I have ever seen a blush cover his cheeks have been whenever he was in the presence of Cho or Ginny. On the day that he received his first kiss was when I really started to doubt his sexuality after all how many boys describe their first kiss as "wet". My contemporary findings have shown me a total of 27 blushes when you two have been located in the same vicinity. Now what makes my earlier statement unequivocal is that Harry has come out so to speak."

"You're telling me that Golden boy is gay and has the hot's for me."

"Not as poignant as you have put it but yes." I rolled my eyes. You would think someone from such great lineage would have more tack. I'll blame it this time on the overload of dopamine that he's most likely experiencing right now not allowing him to think clearly.

"So what do I do?" I smiled and then snatched his hand before sprinting out of the room.

"Hello Ron, Harry." I comment lightly as I sit myself in front of them with the addition of Draco next to me.

"Hermione." Cerulean eyes that I had fallen in love with over and over again connect with mine. I scrutinize the emotions flashing in them until two emotion hold triumphant; anger and befuddlement.

"Yes Ron?" I ask while mustering the most innocuous look possible.

"What is ferret boy doing here?"

"His name is Draco and he is my friend so refrain from hostility Ronald." I matched his glare evenly and threw in a scowl for good measure at this he looked away. Success!

"So any plans for the Hogesmade weekend?" The question was directed at Draco since I had already discussed it with the other two. Draco adverted his longing gaze from the Slytherin table to look at me.

"As of yet I haven't made any plans."

"Excellent you should join us." I popped a spoonful of rice into my mouth to stifle the laughter that Ron and Harry's face caused. Ron looked outrage and he was soon becoming as red as his hair the red creeping down from his face to his neck. No matter how much I adored Ron and found him to be a masterpiece amongst men in his own right this certain look caused his appearance to be sullied. Harry on the other hand sat slaw-jacked the hand that he was about to run over untenable hair hanging in mid air. Draco somehow managed to make a dis believable snort turn into a polite cough.

"That won't be necessary. I'll just join Pansy and Blaise."

"You can bring them as well." I wrung my hands around my fork battling the growing want to wring them around the pale and elegant neck. Accept my damn help! I repeated like a mantra inside my head hoping that some higher power would communicate my message to him.

"I'll ask Blaise and Pansy."I grinned like the Cherise cat from my beloved novel Alice in Wonderland. Hermione two Senseless Boys zero.

"Ask us what?" I looked up from my food to see the new presence of two Slytherins, They stood regal as ever the light touch of Blaise's hand on the small of Pansy's back and her inclination towards him the only sign of something more. It made sense that they didn't go gallivanting about their relationship, they had too much pride to show such emotions and it would show to much of a weakness to any enemies which I was sure they had. Lessons they had been taught from birth I was sure and this saddened me a little.

"Hermione wants us to join them for Hogsmade." Pansy's face scrunched up immediately into a look that made it seem as a vast pile of dung had just been dropped on her expensive mermaid scale shoes.

"N-."

"We'll be honored to accept your invitation."

"We would?" I watched as he muttered something to her in a different language and just like that her face dawned with realization.

"So tomorrow at eight?" I nodded in agreement and found myself smiling. Blaise had a brilliant one, perfect teeth that glistened like white diamonds and dimples to match, a dentist's dream come true. At this they politely asked for Draco's return and whisked him away.

"Hermione, what the hell were you thinking?"

"Don't you dare curse at me Ronald." I looked at him dangerously. "He is my friend and if you so much as dare make him, Pansy, or Blaise the slightest bit uncomfortable I will hex you back into the womb." With that said I got up and stomped off to be in the proximity of the only two people in this school who could hold up an intelligent conversation; Professor McGonagall and Professor Lupin.

1. Sectumsempra- The spell that Harry cast on Draco in book six. Or known to most as the spell that caused Harry to cling onto Draco and every fan girl in the world to momentarily die.

is going to be Draco's house elf from birth; she will be seen in later chapters. The name Ancilla is literally Latin for female servant.

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