I woke up to a furry ball on top of face. Sure Crookshanks, just sit on me while I sleep. Discreetly, I situated Crookshanks down on my bedside, hoping that he wouldn't claw my face. I capered out of bed immediately and got dressed, wearing one of Ginny's favourite attire underneath my cloak. Then, I popped into the dining hall, ready for another day of breakfast and classes.

Classes went by swimmingly. I aced our mini pop quiz and managed to create a draft of Felix Felicis. It soon dawned on me that I was to meet Malfoy in half an hour by the stairs. Merlin.. what do I say when I see him? Should I just get right into our assignment ideas or wait till he brings it up? Oh why am I getting so fussed about this? It's not like I've never had a conversation with him before.

I mentally slapped myself for getting so worked up and left the dorms to meet Malfoy by the stairs. When I arrived, Malfoy was already waiting there. When he saw me, he stood up and gave a huff.

"Took you long enough," he said in annoyance.

"Calm down Malfoy, you said to come after classes and I did. Now quit your complaining or I may have second thoughts about coming here."

We walked out to the lake in utter silence. Once we arrived by the slim oak tree, he sat down and laid on the grass, staring into the sky. I did the same. We laid there for a while before starting the brainstorming. I peered over at Malfoy and admired the way his chest moved up and down, breathing in a rhythmic pattern.

"Take a picture Granger, it'll last longer."

I blushed a deep crimson shade and turned away. Malfoy chuckled and sat up languidly, and while doing so, accidentally touched the tip of my fingers with his own. I flushed an even darker shade of red. Who knew the Slytherin Prince could give me butterflies? He quickly pulled away, obviously acknowledging what just happened. Malfoy cleared his throat.

"Should we get started then?" He asked briskly.

I nodded and began planting several ideas into his head. The assignment was to create a draft of a new potion. I do admit it might've been a bit too difficult of a task for him to handle. Malfoy read my mind and grinned. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "I'm more talented than you think… Hermione." The whisper of his voice sent tingles down my spine. He was so close that I could smell his nifty cologne again. Malfoy drew his head back and laughed. I let go of a breath that I didn't even know I was holding in, and—Wait. Did he just call me Hermione? Malfoy read my mind again and began to blush a light shade of pink.

"Don't get any ideas Granger. It was a one-time thing."

* Hey guys, I decided to stop their "date" here. Sorry if any of you were expecting something more, I promise to make the next few chapters as interesting as I can :D
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