Chapter 6: Make a date

Hermione sat in her first class of Defence Against The Dark Arts for the year, the whole class waiting for Umbridge to arrive. One of the girls in a row behind her and to the left had enchanted a paper crane to fly around the classroom. As the class laughed and watched it fly around, a certain grey eyed and blonde haired boy caught her eyes. He seemed to have been watching her, smiling at her smile, laughing at her laugh. They locked gazes for a moment, both of their smiles growing wider and wider, a bright blush spreading across her cheeks. They were abruptly brought out of their silent conversation from the paper crane going up in flames and dropping to the ground.

Umbridge.

The lesson was horrible! Umbridge is a stupid twat! The ministry is a stupid twat!

Hermione groaned as Harry headed to detention with Umbridge, Ron heading to watch the Quiditch practise.

She dragged her feet to the library to borrow out the books she had intended to borrow out the other day before her incident with Draco.

She plopped down in one of the chairs, quickly opening the books around her and started taking notes.

About an hour in two bulky broots slid into the chairs next to her as Draco sat across from her. She groaned and snapped her head up.

"What's up Mudblood?!" Goyle hissed next to her.

"Goyle!" Draco snapped.

Hermione rolled her eyes and went to stand up but Goyle and Crabbe pushed her back into her seat causing her to slightly wince from their tight grip on her shoulders.

"Leave us, guard the exit so that she doesn't storm off." He ordered coldly.

They two baboons obeyed and left them. Hermione immediately stood up but Draco flicked his wand causing her to sit back down and the seat to slide in, stuck to the ground so that she was trapped.

"This is pathetic." She said leaning back in the seat, crossing her arms as she does so.

Draco slightly smirked and leaned forward, his hands folded in front of him, "I have one question to ask you."

She rolled her eyes once again, "Fine. What is it?"

"Why…" He hesitated for a moment, looking down shyly, "Why can't I stop thinking about you?"

Hermione's breath hitched, her heart stopped momentarily. "C-Come A-Again?!"

"I can't stop thinking about you, why is that?" He asked again, now looking her straight in the eye.

Hermione's mind was blank for a moment before panic set in. She squirmed in her seat, looking around for any escape.

Draco sighed and sat back in his seat, "Granger."

She snapped her head back around to him, "I … Malfoy, I-I d-don't know…"

"Give me one shot." He said coolly, hope in his eyes.

"I-I don't know…" She said chewing her lips anxiously.

"This weekend, Saturday. I'll take you to Hogsmead, we can… talk?" He suggested.

"I-I don't know, I d-don't think we should."

"Come on, one lunch, that's all I'm asking."

She thought for a second, "No one can know." She ordered.

"Of course." He agreed.

"No lackies." She ordered gesturing to the two baboons by the doorway.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, "There is no way in hell I'm letting them know, they think I'm bribing you into doing my Potions homework." He said with a slightly satisfied grin.

"But you're second best in potions?"

"Yeah, but they're to stupid to figure it out. So… is that a yes to hogsmead?"

Hermione felt a smile tug at her lips, "Yes."

Draco grinned back at her; "I'll meet you there at eleven?"

"… Sure… can I get back to my studying now?" She gestured to her books.

Draco smiled slightly, "Okay, I'll leave you be. So long Granger."

"Good bye Malfoy." With that he left, leaving her to go back to her study.

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