Hermione's office
The following Monday, after another Sunday lunch at the Burrow with them disappearing for a while, Harry came by her office, officially in another attempt to borrow her for an afternoon because he really needed her input on a case, but that was more like a cover because he wanted to talk about Draco with her as well.

"Hey there," Hermione greeted him when he entered. "Flaherty is out this morning, he might not notice that I was helping you if you still need my input."

"I do. But that was just more like a cover story to talk to you." He sat down in the visitor's chair opposite her.

She sighed, and closed the file in front of her. "Let me guess, you want to talk about Dr- Malfoy?"

"Yes. We watched the two of you dance around each other for more than two years now. You both like each other, and don't tell me that the kiss on game night meant nothing. No one kisses this passionately without feelings-"

"I wasn't going to mention the kiss." She smiled. "Though he is a really good kisser."

He smiled as well. "Or the 30 minutes you disappeared on the last two Sundays. We all thought it was obvious that you two had at least a decent round of snogging in that time."

Hermione said nothing, instead tried to stay calm, so that she wouldn't burst out in laughter because the situation was rather hilarious.

"Listen, you're both good friends now, he's a good partner, and he really likes you. Though he's just like you in that matter, he would rather die than admit his feelings to you, despite his endless talking about you."

"What do you want me do?" she asked, remembering that Draco indeed had needed several attempts to confess his feelings to her. He had whispered it at least twice when he thought she had already been fast asleep on his chest during one of their talk date nights at her place; he didn't know that she had heard him, with her heart jumping in joy. He officially told her one Saturday morning not much later when he had stayed over on a weekend; she had been up already, making some breakfast in the kitchen when he joined her there, embracing her from behind and whispering the three words in her ear. It was a perfect moment! She had realised early in their dating that if he was ever going to say those words, it would be a small intimate moment... Her own confession, in the other hand, had been a similar moment, one morning just after waking up. Thinking about those moments made her smile, and were the reason their situation, because of their secrecy, sometimes bordered on hilarious; Harry sitting her office on behalf of his office partner Draco was one of those moments. But because it was Harry, she tried to genuinely listen to him; she still considered it a big step if he spoke for Draco of all people.

"I don't know. Why not try suggesting a date, have a drink somewhere? If you want, Ginny and I could join you for a double date..."

Hermione thought that she might need to give him a few crumbs. "I'll consider it, okay? Because he is actually quite nice when he's not playing a prat. At least he was on the cases we worked together..."

Harry smiled, looking relieved that he didn't come in vain.

"But that stays between us that I said I kind of like him, okay?" She knew that at least Ginny was going to know, but other than her, Harry would keep shut.

"I promise. And thanks." He got back up, and walked over to the door. "If Flaherty is still out after lunch, could you come over to my office to have a look at the file that I need your input for?"

She nodded, a genuine smile on her face now. "See you later." As soon as Harry had left her office again, she took out a piece of parchment and a quill.

My beloved little sunshine,

Harry has just been in my office. He said you like me...
How about a date tonight? That small Italian we recently walked by looked nice...
Your princess

With the tip of her wand, she turned the piece of parchment into one of those interdepartmental notes, addressed it to Draco, and then let it fly before returning to her work. She didn't have to wait long for his answer.

Princess,
I really do like you. With all my heart, but you know that already.
Kind of sweet of Potter, though. Didn't think he would go as far as to talk on my behalf.

Italian sounds good...

Your little sunshine

PS: Should you have forgotten already how much I really adore you, I'm more than ready to oblige to help you remember tonight after the date...