As soon as Harry, Ginny and Ron heard the light slam on Hermione's door, they all turned to each other, faces gaping like clueless fish.
"She's hiding something from us," Ron glowered, trying to keep his temper intact.
"Why are you being so uptight?" Ginny asked examining his beetroot coloured face. "It's not like she has to tell you everything, you're not together anymore, remember?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah Gin's right, whenever she's ready, she'll tell us."
Ron muttered under his breath. Ginny stood up and brushed down her robe. "I'm going up there to talk to 'Mione. You guys have fun. Night."
Hermione's POV:
I hurtled onto bed and slowly closed my eyes. I grabbed one of my violet coloured pillows, gripped it tight and sunk my head into it. Before I could dive into a sleep slumber, there was a nimble knock at the door. I stood up and turned the doorknob to find my best friend standing in the doorway. I let her in and we mounted onto the bed.
Before I could opine, Ginny told me to sit still as she ran her fingers through her red hair.
"Alright, spill it."
Before I knew it everything divulged. When I got up to last night's recent events, I paused and contemplated myself.
"And then… he kissed me."
Ginny's eyes became immense. "HE DID WHAT?"
I didn't repeat myself and gazed down, feeling completely embarrassed.
"Hermione, that is so cute! You and Malfoy!" Ginny teased with a playful look.
Blood rushed to my cheeks.
"Go! Go find him right now and apologise for today." She said suddenly.
"W-what?" I was baffled.
"You are not letting someone as handsome and as charming as him to walk away."
"Ginny!" My face became a dark crimson. She grinned then pushed me out of my own room, locking me out. So, I fled to the only place that popped into my head. I walked out of the hallways and towards the lake, hoping that he might be there.
When I reached the lake, the moonlight was bright and made the clear water glisten. However, the tree area was already occupied. I tip-toed over, hoping that I didn't alarm the person already there. It was too late. I stepped on a twig and it made a crackling sound. The mysterious figure turned around sharply and I choked.
In front of me stood a man with white-blonde messy hair that glistened in the moonlight and in his hand, he held a single, rich-red rose.
*Sorry for the short chapter! Will post another one in a bit to make up for it. Thanks for reading and for the reviews :)