"Good morning." Ron said to Hermione, leaning down to kiss her. She avoided him and walked into the kitchen, looking for anything to do.
"GoodmorningRon." It came out rushed, as one word. "Um, Mrs. Weasley? Do you need any help with breakfast!"
As everyone found a place to sit at the long table, Draco laughed. Hermione was still flustered about the little stunt he'd pulled last night.
"Why, no thank you, dear. I'm quite alright. Just go take a seat and breakfast will be done shortly." Mrs. Weasley responded kindly, holding Hermione's cheek in her hands. She patted her on the back and sent her off. Ron had already found a seat at the table, as did everyone else. The last remaining seat was...next to Draco.
Hermione moaned and plopped into the chair, scooting as far away from him as possible.
"Good morning, Granger. You seem a bit on edge. How did you sleep?" Draco teased.
"You're an ass." Hermione muttered.
"My night went perfectly well, thanks for asking. Actually, a funny thing happened—ow!" Draco was cut off when Hermione kicked him hard underneath the table. "Damn, Granger. You really need to learn how to...control yourself...around other people." He said with a wink.
"You'd better shut it, Malfoy, or I'll punch you next." Hermione responded.
Draco sneered but didn't say anything else.
Soon, with true magic, plates flew into the room and landed in front of everyone, on top of their placemats. Next came glasses of orange juice floating in thin air, gracefully landing next to their plates full of all kinds of breakfast food: pancakes, eggs, bacon, hash browns, fresh fruit, and more. It was like a miniature feast.
Hermione smiled. "Thanks, Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione yelled. She was always generous when it came to thanking people. She knew how good it felt to be thanked, especially because she herself wasn't thanked often.
Draco smiled to himself. Maybe he was warming up to the idea of him and Granger being friends. After all, he'd actually had...fun last night. And fun was something he hadn't experienced in a while. He decided to tell her.
"Hermione,-"
"Save it for someone who cares, Malfoy. I don't appreciate what you did last night." She mumbled, so only he could hear.
"Are you honestly mad about that? It was a bloody joke. I've seen people do it all the time. You're overreacting."
"Just shove off, alright? You had no right to do that."
"Okkaaaay." Draco said, trying to think of a different tactic. "I'm...sorry."
Hermione looked up from her food and at Draco at the word sorry. It was an odd thing, hearing him apologize. She noticed how silvery blue his eyes were. It sent shivers up her spine. She swallowed hard. "Very well then." She said, looking away. What was it that she felt when she looked at Draco?
Maybe she...no...she couldn't possibly...could she? Did she have feelings for Draco Malfoy; stronger feelings than just friendship?
What about Ron? She asked herself.
She shook her head. She was probably just tired, because when Hermione gets tired, she overanalyzes everything.
Hermione shoved some fruit into her mouth. Moments later, she noticed Ginny staring at her from across the table.
"Let's talk. After breakfast." Ginny mouthed.
Hermione nodded. Ginny was one of her best friends, and she could talk to her about girl things, unlike Harry. She was just glad that her and Ron being together didn't make things awkward between her and Ginny.
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"I'm curious, 'Mione." Ginny whispered. They were in her room now. "What were you and Draco talking about at breakfast? It looked serious."
"Oh, nothing really. He was just talking about...uhh...he was talking about why he decided to run away from home. That's all." Hermione lied, hoping she sounded logical.
"You're a dreadful liar." Ginny said dryly. "Just be careful. I know it seems like he's broken. And I know you love to fix things. But be careful, Hermione. He still is a Malfoy."
"Yes, Ginny...I know. And if you don't mind, I'm going to shower now."