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Chapter 3: Day Three Sunday

Day Three

Late Sunday Morning -

Draco woke that Sunday morning a little after 10:00 am. He didn't usually sleep that late. As soon as he woke up, his thoughts went immediately to Hermione. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He wondered if Hermione would like to join him for Sunday brunch. He got up and showered, and when he got out of the bathroom one of his house elves had his coffee and paper ready for him, and had laid out his clothes. He went a head and dressed, but left the coffee and paper. He was going to send Hermione a note and see if she wanted to meet today. He hoped that she was not getting sick of him, but then again, who would get sick of Draco Malfoy? Certainly not a pretty, little witch that lived across town.

Across town, Hermione had already been up and dressed for hours. Usually on Sundays she would lounge around in her pajamas most of the morning and sometimes until late afternoon, but this morning was different. Draco had casually mentioned last night that he might see her today and she wanted to be ready just in case he was true to his word. Maybe she should just go visit him; take some initiative. Maybe he would appreciate the effort she was putting into their relationship, if they did in deed have a relationship.

Did they have a relationship? He was wondering. Well, if they didn't yet, they would soon, and he wanted to impress her. Treat her better than any of her previous boyfriends. Treat her with love and respect, as she deserved. He went out to his balcony, and called over his owl, Zeus. He wondered if Hermione had an owl. If she didn't, perhaps he could buy her one. He put the note on the owl's leg and told him to deliver it to Hermione Granger, and to wait for a reply. He would have requested the pleasure of her company in person, or maybe put another note on her door, but he decided against that after the reception the last note of the door received. Yes, he learned his lesson...no more notes on the door.

'Nope, no note on the door,' she thought. Hermione decided to check to make sure. She thought that maybe he had left her another note out there. But no, no note. Oh well, it was only 10:45 am. He was probably still in bed. She started back in the door, when she thought she saw an owl approaching her. It was indeed an owl. He perched on her porch railing and offered his leg to her. She ran inside to get an owl treat (she kept some for Harry's owl), and she came back out and took off the note. It was from Malfoy. He requested to meet her at 11:00 am at some coffee shop called "Ivan's" in Diagon Alley. She ran in the house with the note, wrote her reply at the bottom of the same parchment, and re-attached it to the owl's leg. She then went back into the house to change. She wanted to look pretty today.

He was sure she would look pretty today. She always looked pretty. He was still on the balcony when he saw his owl return. She agreed to meet him. He only had five more minutes. He decided to go ahead and apparate to the coffee shop, even though knowing Granger, she would probably be late. Probably three minutes late, he thought to himself. He ran to his bathroom to check his reflection one last time, and then looked in his mirror and smiled.

She looked in her mirror and smiled. She thought she looked okay. Oh no, she thought, it was three minutes after 11:00. She had better leave for the coffee shop. She had no idea where "Ivan's" was, so she would just go directly to Diagon Alley and then ask for directions from someone when she arrived.

Diagon Alley:

Draco sat down at one of the tables outside. He had already checked inside, and she was not there yet. It was now a few minutes after 11:00. Maybe she didn't know where the coffee shop was. He decided he would give her another five minutes, and then he would go look for her.

Hermione was so late. It was now ten minutes after 11:00. Malfoy would probably never let her live it down that she was late. She had asked three different people for directions to "Ivan's" until she finally found someone who knew where it was. She was running down the street toward her destination, when she saw two people she did not want to see, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Maybe if she ran by them fast they would not see her. She tested this theory, but only got about an arm's length from them when she felt a hand reach out for her and heard Harry ask, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Oh, Harry, Ron, hi," she said out of breath.

"Out for a jog?" joked Ron.

"No, just late. I'm meeting someone, and I'm very late. I'll see you later, I guess," she challenged, and tried to run away again, but Harry still had her arm.

"Hold on a minute, Hermione. I want to hear about what happened Friday at work. Malfoy told us that O'Brien didn't tell you about your transfer, and that you were upset. We looked everywhere for you, and then finally Malfoy flooed us and told us that he found you at your parents' grave."

"Yeah, he did, but I really don't want to talk about the other night right now, because I really am late," she explained.

"Who are you meeting?' interjected Ron.

"Oh, you don't know them. I must go boys. I love you!" She started to run away again, but Harry went after her and grabbed her arm once more.

"Listen, Hermione, why are you acting so evasive? Whom are you meeting? It's not Malfoy is it?'" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Why would I meet Malfoy?" she tried to ask innocently.

"Well, Friday night at dinner Malfoy mentioned that he had just shown you your office and all, but since he didn't have a lot of time, he might see you this weekend to discuss your new job," Harry said wryly.

"Wait, you had dinner with Malfoy Friday night? Are you friends or something now?" Hermione asked with an air of arrogance.

"No, we aren't really friends, but we did have dinner," Harry answered.

"So, you can have dinner with Malfoy, but it would be wrong for me to meet him today?" she argued.

"Are you meeting him?" Harry asked.

"No, for goodness sakes. Listen, I have to go," and with that she ran away, back in the direction she just came. She could not very well run in the direction she was originally heading. Harry might figure out that she was lying. Why did she lie anyway? Why did she care if Ron and Harry knew she was seeing Malfoy?

Harry and Ron continued walking in the direction they were originally going, when they started to walk past Draco Malfoy sitting at an outside table at a coffee shop. When they went back to approached him, Harry could see he was peeved, and was beginning to think that his being there probably signified that he WAS meeting Hermione. Harry approached Malfoy and said, "Hello, Malfoy, fancy meeting you here. Are you by yourself or are you with someone?"

"I wasn't aware you were my keeper now, Potter," Draco responded sternly.

"It's just the day to run into people I guess," Harry continued, "First we run into Hermione and now you."

"Oh and where did you see Miss Granger?" Draco asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"She was running down this street actually, said she was late meeting someone, but then she ran off in the other direction," Harry interjected, trying to test his theory, and interested in how Draco would respond.

"Oh, well, that's nice. Listen, Potter, I would love to sit here all day and talk to you and the Weasel, but I must be going." With that, Draco stood to leave. He left a very perplexed Ron Weasley, and a very smug Harry Potter behind.

Draco sprinted in the direction they had just come. He needed to catch up with Hermione. Apparently, she was on her way to meet him when she ran into the 'Witless Wonder', and his faithful sidekick. She must have been too ashamed to tell them whom she was meeting, he thought. Of course, he didn't tell them who he was meeting either, but he had a funny feeling that Potter already knew.

He was just rounding the corner when he literally ran right into Hermione Granger. She fell down and said, "Watch where you're going," before she even knew it was him. He reached down to help her up, and she finally realized it was he. "Malfoy, I'm so sorry I'm late. I ran into Harry and Ron, and I got detained," she said bashfully.

"I ran into them as well, at the coffee shop," he told her. "I was just leaving, having decided that you were standing me up, when I saw them and they told me they had run into you. Tell me, Granger, why didn't you tell them you were meeting me?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had dinner with Harry Friday night?" she asked back.

"Fair enough, you keep your secrets, and I will keep mine," he answered.

Just then, Hermione saw Harry and Ron turn back around the corner. 'What in the world are they up to?' she thought. Draco noticed Hermione looking at someone, and turned his head in time to see the dimwits coming back their way. "Hold on to my arm, and I'll apparate us out of here," he commanded of her.

"Just tell me where we're going, and I'll apparate myself," she countered.

"Honestly woman!" he yelled and grabbed her hand and apparated them away.

Sunday Brunch-

"Where are we?" she asked, looking around.

"Back at the coffee shop," was his plaintive answer.

"Malfoy!" she said, suddenly coming to a realization, "We are in a bathroom!"

"Well, yes, that's pretty obvious," he remarked.

"Is this a men's room?" she asked with a small gasp.

"I don't think I would apparate in the woman's room, so yes, this is a men's room," he told her.

"Why are we in the men's room?" she inquired, still shocked at the idea.

"I guess I had to go to the bathroom, Granger, and when I was thinking about my destination, my bladder overruled my head and we ended up here." He entered one of the two stalls and started to shut the door.

"Draco!" she said earnestly, "you cannot go to the bathroom with me in here!"

"Why not?" he asked, because he really did wonder. "You won't see anything."

"Maybe not, but I'll hear things!" she interjected, and he started to once again shut the stall door, when she again stopped him.

"Are you telling me that all these years you've been best friends with a couple of chaps, and they've never went to the bathroom in front of you?" he asked as he chuckled.

"Certainly not!" she stated.

"Well, too bad, because I'm going to do it," he told her.

"Oh, my gosh, Malfoy, I really mean it. Do not whip 'little Draco' out in here with me present," she said with embarrassment.

"First, I think you owe, what did you call him? Oh yeah, 'little Draco' an apology, because I don't think you know him well enough yet to be on first name basis with him, and also because he's not that little." With that, Draco finally went into the stall and shut the door. He then said through the door, "You do realize I would have been done by now, if you had not kept interrupting."

Hermione yelped in shock, went into the other stall, and tried to figure out what to do next.

When he was done, he exited the stall, and didn't see Granger anywhere. "Where are you, Granger?" he asked. Before she could answer, he heard the distinct sound of a toilet being flushed, and then saw Hermione leaving the other stall, while straightening up her skirt. As she walked over to the sink to wash her hands, he walked over to the other sink to wash his as well, and looked at her reflection in the mirror and said one word: "Hypocrite!"

"Well, I had to go also," was all she said.

"This is the men's room, Granger," he said appalled.

"Grow up, Malfoy," she spat back.

"I must say, I am shocked and appalled," he smirked. They walked out of the bathroom, and a few people pointed and stared and them, and some even snickered.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed!" she quietly exclaimed to him.

"You should be," he said and laughed. Then he added in her ear, "You do realize most of these people assume we were having sex in there, don't you?"

"What?" She turned to him in shock.

He just laughed some more and said, "Yep, they assume that you and 'little Draco' are more than just friends, Granger." Then he turned to the coffee shop patrons and said, "Nothing to see here folks. I assure you, we were only using the facilities. There was certainly no sex going on in there." He looked at Hermione, and said, only to her, "There, I solved the problem."

She looked up at him, looked at some of the other patrons leering at them, and then embarrassed, she ran out of the coffee shop. "Wait up, Granger," he yelled as he ran after her, "aren't we having brunch?" He was serious.

"Not in there," she pointed, "you stupid prat. You embarrassed me!"

He rolled his eyes at her and said, "Wait right here. I mean it. No running away. I'll be right back." He pointed at the ground as he spoke. In a matter of minutes, he was back with two coffees and some scones. "Let's cross the street here, and eat our brunch on that bench over there," he said as he started to run across the street. She had no choice but to follow.

They sat down, and he handed her the bag with the scones, and a coffee. As they started eating, Draco said, "Close call back there with Potter and Weasel, huh?"

"I guess so," she said quietly.

He looked over at Hermione and she was staring directly in front of her. "What's wrong, Granger? Are you angry that I embarrassed you back there? I apologize, all right?" He nudged her as he spoke. When she didn't respond, he said again, "If that's not it, then tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing really," she answered primly, "It's just that, I don't want you to think that I was ashamed to be seen with you. I mean, I didn't Ron and Harry I was meeting you, and while I'm not 100 percent sure why I didn't, I am 100 percent sure it's not because I'm ashamed to be seen with you."

As Draco took another bite of his scone, he said, "Well, it's not like I told them I was meeting you either. It's okay. Don't feel guilty. I know you're not ashamed. I mean, you should feel incredibly honoured that I'm seeing you."

She looked at him through squinted eyes for a moment and than scoffed, "Oh yes, I should rejoice, I am dating the world's biggest prat." He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows in an affirmative response, as if agreeing with her.

They finished their coffee, and Draco stood up. He reached down for Hermione's hand and said, "What else do you want to do? I am totally at your service today."

She stood as well and said, "Don't make fun, but can we go to Flourish and Blotts? They were ordering a book for me and I want to see if it's arrived yet."

"I can't believe it!" he gasped sarcastically. "Granger wants to go to a bookstore. Never would have guessed that one. Let's see, after that I suppose you will want to go to a 'know-it-all' convention, and then maybe go have lunch in a Muggle fast food joint".

"Fast food joint?" she laughed.

"Come, Granger; take me to your people. Let's see what's so great about a bookstore." He grabbed her hand and they walked down the street toward the bookstore.

Once inside the store, Hermione went up to the counter to ask about her book, and Draco started looking through some of the shelves. He found a book called, "Learning to Communicate with Muggles, and How to Understand the Hidden Meaning Behind their Words." He picked it up, and took it over to Hermione, and showed her the book and said, "Maybe I should get this; it might help me understand you a little better."

"To understand me better, Malfoy," she replied flatly, "you would have to grow some brain cells, and I don't see that happening any time soon." The salesclerk returned with the book that Hermione ordered, and as she reached into her purse to get the money to pay for it, Malfoy stopped her.

"Let me, Granger," he said as he reached for his own money.

"No, Draco, it's a very expensive book, and I can't let you pay for it," she responded.

"Of course," he snapped, "Because everyone knows that I can't afford it, right?"

"I know you can afford it, I just can't let you buy it for me," she reprimanded.

"I am paying for it and that's that," he told her. He paid for the book and asked for it to be delivered to Hermione's house later. He then looked down at her, for she was truly staring daggers up at him and he told her, "Fine, if it makes you feel any better, you can repay me with sex, okay?" She looked outraged at what he said, and that he said it in front of the salesclerk, so she ran out of the bookstore without looking back.

He ran after her and caught her arm. "Why do you keep running away from me, and why oh why, little Miss Granger, can you not take a joke, when the joke is about sex?"

"You keep embarrassing me in front of people!" she scoffed. "And I can take jokes about sex, just not when they are directed at me."

"Why, have you never had sex?" he joked.

"What? What does that have to do with anything? Oh, just shut up already." She hit him hard on his arm. She then said, "Let's just go," and grabbed his arm and started pulling him down the street.

"Where are we going?" he asked. "Are you taking me somewhere to show me that you do indeed know how to have sex?"

"No, stupid, we're going to go to the park and people watch. It is something I used to love to do with my dad when I was young. We would make up stories about the people passing by, and I thought it was something you and I could do. But, if you would rather have sex, then I'm sure you could find someone to have sex with down in Knockturn Alley perhaps," she said, as she continued to lead him to the park.

"If those are my only two choices, Granger, then I will have to think it over and get back with you," he said with a smile on his face. She ignored him and continued to the park, where she sat down on top of a picnic table, with her back to him. He joined her in no time and said, "I think I'll choose people watching with you over sex with a stranger." He joined her on top of the picnic table.

People watching in the park:

Soon a man and woman walked by, and they were arguing, and Hermione said, "That's what we look like to other people when we argue in public." Then she said, "I imagine that they are arguing because she wants to get married, and he's just not ready."

Draco said, "Well, I imagine that they're arguing because he wants to have sex in a men's room, and she wants to go to a bloody bookstore instead."

"Now you get the hang of the game," she laughed. "Okay, look at that those two young boys and that young girl; what's their story, Malfoy?"

"The boys are annoyed because one of their best friend is a girl and she won't let them piss in front of her, because she's too prim and proper," he began, "Oh, and also, the girl is probably annoyed because the boys make her do all their homework for them."

"I didn't do all of Harry and Ron's homework," she defined.

"I didn't say they were you and the golden boys either, did I?" He laughed back at her. "Okay, my turn to pick. What's the story with those two?" he asked as he pointed to an elderly couple.

"They are probably sitting on that bench discussing their upcoming 50th wedding Anniversary, and wondering if all their children and grandchildren are going to make it to the celebration. That could be you in 50 years, you know, Malfoy?" she told him.

"I don't think so, Granger. First, In 50 years I will still be incredibly sexy and gorgeous, and second, I will not have some 70-year-old woman on my arm. No missy, I intend to have some lovely young 20-year-old blond on my arm, who only loves me for my money," he retorted.

"Oh, is that right, Malfoy?" she mocked.

"That's right, Granger. Oh, over there is you in ten years. That woman with all the little children hanging off of her skirts," he pointed.

"Only if I marry a Weasley," she told him. That statement made him laugh aloud.

After his laughter subsided, he asked in all seriousness, "Do you want kids, Hermione?"

"Sure, someday I want kids, and I know I want more than one. I always wished I had a brother or sister. Harry and I used to discuss that all the time. I think sometimes that's why we're as close as siblings, because we were both only children," she responded to him.

"I know I loved being an only child," he stated, "I didn't have to share my parent's attention or love with anyone, and when they died I got all their money." She looked at him in shock, but saw that he was smiling, so she didn't press the matter.

"See that gentleman over there, Malfoy?" she started as she peered at a lonely looking gentleman walking down a path, "He probably has no parents, no siblings, isn't married, has no children, and a lot of money, and you know what? He's probably lonely as hell."

He turned to her, and with quite a bit of anger asked, "Are you saying that man is me someday, Granger?"

"Perhaps it is, Malfoy," she told him.

"Fine!" he snapped back, "well, see that old spinster over there. I imagine that she's a 40 year old virgin that only has her cats and her books for company, and that she wouldn't know what it felt like to be loved if love came up and smacked her on her old, wrinkled, cat lover face."

"That's not nice," she retorted.

"I'm not saying she's you, Granger, but if you see the parallels between her and yourself, then that is that," he said as he stood up and started to walk away. He knew that was mean, but she started it. Who was she to say that he was going to be old and lonely some day? Hell, he was lonely now, but that was none of her damn business. He took one last look around at the table he just vacated, and saw that she was still sitting there, but now had her back turned the other direction.

He turned back around to apologize to her, but she apparated away before he could. He DID mean to be mean, but the difference with all the other times he was mean to her in their lifetime was that this time, he felt bad about it. His comments were below the belt. He went back to her flat, sat outside her door, and hoped that she would appear. He tried to apparate into her house, but she apparently had wards up and he couldn't enter.

They were having a perfectly nice day together and he had to ruin everything. He thought after the park they could go to the broom races, and then have an early dinner at that nice Italian restaurant he liked, but no, his big mouth had to spoil the day. He sat back against her front door and decided if he had to wait all day, he would.

Hermione was hurt. She was just as unkind to him, with the comment about 'alone with your money', but still, he didn't have to be so mean, did he? She decided to go to Harry's house. Malfoy could just go drop off the face of the earth for all she cared. And to think, she thought she fancied him.

She spent most of the afternoon at Harry's house. Ginny wasn't home, which was just as well. Hermione confided in Harry about everything. About what happened at the graveyard, about their wonderful date on Saturday, and about how Malfoy was a jerk to her today. Harry actually listened, and didn't pass judgment. He even told her to lighten up and give Malfoy a chance.

Sunday Afternoon:

Around 4pm, she decided to go home. As she was walking up the outside stairs that led to her front door, she saw him. He was napping, or so it appeared, and was leaning against her doorframe. When he saw her, he stood up and before she could say anything, he drew her into a hug and said, "I apologize, again. I can be so mean sometimes. Please forgive me."

She leaned away from his hug, put her hands on his chest, as if to push him away, or so he thought, but then she said, "You shouldn't apologize. I should. I'm sorry." Then she put her arms around his neck, and kissed him sweetly on the lips. She then said, "I think you got a little too close to the truth, Malfoy, about the 'lonely with cats' thing, and sometimes the truth hurts, you know?"

"Listen, Hermione," he began, "you're the one who hit the nail on the head. I am lonely, and I don't really have any friends or family, and sometimes the only thing I have to keep me company is my money."

She laughed at that and hugged him again. Then she looked up at him and asked, "Why aren't you married yet?'

"Is this a proposal, Granger?" he asked her.

"Seriously, I thought all purebloods were betrothed from childhood. So what happened, why aren't you married with a lot of little pureblood children by now?"
Hermione challenged.

"I thought I would be married by now, too, to tell you the truth. I mean, it was certainly expected by my parents. I was supposed to marry a pureblood and make sure the pureblood Malfoy name never died out," he truthfully told her.

"So, you probably only see yourself with a pureblood someday?" she asked timidly.

"Granger, it's just that the Malfoy name goes back a thousand years, and it's still one of the only true pureblood families of its kind, so yeah, I guess in a way I sometimes think, who am I to mess that all up? So, I suppose I always thought that I would marry a pureblood." He let her go when he said that and turned to lean on her balustrade.

"Well, I hope you find the happiness you seek then, Malfoy, but if it's a pureblood you're after, then we're just wasting our time here, because I can't make my Mudblood pure anymore than you can make your pureblood mud." She turned to walk into her flat. Before she walked in the door, he spoke.

"I said I always supposed I would marry a pureblood. I did not say that was what was going to happen. I would much rather marry for love, now that I know that's possible, than to marry for blood." He turned back around, and looked at Hermione. She took his hand and led him inside.

Hermione led Draco to her living room. She just stood in the middle of the room, holding his hand. He smiled at her and put his free hand up to her face. He stroked her cheek, and put his forehead against hers. He put both arms around her waist, and kissed her sweetly, but passionately. She felt like she never wanted the kiss to end. When they finally parted, he asked her, "Tell me, Granger, whom do you fancy? Whom do you love?" She smiled at him, and pressed her palm against his cheek. He took her palm in his right hand, and pressed it against his lips and kissed it gingerly. He asked again, "Whom do you fancy?"

"Maybe I don't fancy anyone, Malfoy," she said with a smile. "Maybe I will never be in love."

She pulled him over to a wingback chair near her fireplace. She pushed him down into the chair, and he feigned shock, and said, "I will not be manhandled by you missy," and pulled her onto his lap. "Please tell me whom you fancy, Hermione," he pleaded.

"You tell me whom you fancy," she said softly, as she snuggled her face into his neck, and kissed it softly.

"But, I believe I asked you first, Granger, and fair is fair," he said in a rough voice, and then he started kissing her all around her face.

"If you still want to know by next Friday, I'll tell you whom I fancy, when I tell you that other thing I was going to tell you, but not until next Friday; and only if you ask nicely," she said in a whisper. She then put both her hands on his face and kissed him seductively. She kissed him as if her life depended on it. It was a hard, full, and demanding kiss, and Hermione Jean Granger was initiating it.

He pulled back from the kiss after a few moments and asked, almost as if confused, "Why do I have to wait until Friday?"

"Oh, you finally heard what I said five minutes ago?" She laughed and got off his lap.

"I was a little pre-occupied, my bonny little witch." He winced when she got up.

"By what?" she asked coyly.

"I don't care what anyone says, you are a tart." He got up as he said that. He pulled Hermione into his arms once more and said, "On Friday I'm going to ask you three questions: one being, 'whom do you fancy' and the other one being, 'what were you going to say to me on my balcony, Granger?' and the third will be a surprise." He kissed her lips again, as gently as he could. "You will accommodate me and answer those questions, is that understood, Miss Granger?" he implored.

"Fine, Malfoy; on Friday, I'll answer any questions you ask, but I do need one promise from you," she stated.

"Tell me, my little Muggle-born, what it is that I must promise you?" he asked while looking deeply into her eyes.

"Well, I can't tell you what you must promise me until Friday night either, but you must promise me you will promise me," she said almost sternly.

"Promise," he told her. "Now, lets sit on the couch and snog some more," he joked.

"No, let's sit on the couch, and you can listen to the Quidditch game on the wireless, and I'll start to read my new book, which has just arrived by owl," she told him as she went to open her window to collect her book. She then sat next to him on the couch and opened her book to page one.

"You know, Granger, the probability of that whole '40 year old, virgin, cat lady thing' is becoming more and more of a reality the longer you refuse to come snog me and the longer you sit there reading that bloody book."

"Shut up you prat!" She waved at him, with her nose already deep in her book.

Late Sunday Afternoon:

The afternoon went by with Hermione reading and Draco listening to the game. After a while, he turned to look at her to ask her if she wanted some dinner, and he saw that she was asleep. He took the book from her hand, and laid it on the side table. He moved her so that she was reclining with her legs up on the couch. He decided to leave. She would probably rather make an early night of it anyway, since her first day of work was tomorrow. He bent down, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He tucked her hair behind her ear, and said, to only himself, "I can already tell you whom I fancy, Granger. I fancy you. In fact, I rather think I love you. Can you handle that?" He smiled, stroked her hair, and looked down at the pretty witch again, and walked to her front door and left.

Hermione opened her eyes and said to herself, "Did he say that he loved me? Draco Malfoy loves me?" She stood from the couch, and went to her door, but he was already gone. She walked back in her apartment, and decided to take a long bath. It had been some day. She needed to relax a bit, and to contemplate what she had just heard. She was not supposed to hear his declaration. She was supposed to be asleep, but that didn't negate the fact that she did hear him. He loved her and on Friday, she was going to tell him that she loved him too.

End of Day Three