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HP stories following Canon including OotP >> The Beginning of the End by grawpforpresident

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The trio’s sixth year had fully started and it was already Halloween evening. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny were sitting at the Gryfinndor table, eating their dinners and snacking on sweets, arguing about a certain topic which made Harry and Ginny very incapable of looking eachother in the eye.

“Why don’t you two just start?” Hermione bickered at them. “You’re always together, always smiling at eachother, we all know that you both like eachother very much.”

“You’re the only one that I approve of, Harry- I didn’t like Michael or Dean going out with Ginny,” Ron told him.

“Well that’s because you’re so overprotective of me!” Ginny snapped back at him over her Pumpkin Juice. “Why don’t you ever just leave me alone and let me find my own boyfriends?”

“Because they’re all idiots, that’s why!”

“All of them except for Harry, right?!”

“That’s right, because Harry’s the only one that I really trust.”

Ginny lashed out in fury. “Then maybe you should get to know some more people than these two, considering they’re the only friends you’ve ever had!” She climbed out of her seat and stomped out of the Great Hall.

Ron looked thunderstruck.

“Ron, she was just angry,” Hermione said consolingly, seeing that he was upset. She took his hand under the table but he broke away as soon as she touched him.

“No… she might be right.” Ron climbed up from the table and walked out of the Great Hall, just like Ginny, except he went the opposite direction. Hermione watched him until he turned the corner.

Hermione shot at Harry. “What was that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged. “I guess he just wants to make some new friends.”

“What? Why would he possibly want new friends? Aren’t we enough for him? It’s enough for me!”

“Hermione, I think that this whole thing with Ginny dating just stresses him out. He wants me to date her- and so do I- but I think she just hangs around other guys just to get him angry.”

“But if he wants somebody to talk to… why won’t he just come to me? I’m his girlfriend!” Hermione looked down at her food sadly.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know.”

An hour or so later, Hermione was on Prefect duty, patrolling the corridors. She had wanted this to be a romantic night, her and Ron alone together in the dark hallways, like they had so many times that year. She had wanted him to put his arm around her when she pretended to be scared of a small spider in the corner- more scared than he would be anyway- so she could nuzzle herself in his neck as he held her tightly.

But, sadly, Ron did not come. Harry said he didn’t find him in the dormitory either, so it was possible that Ron could be anywhere in the school. Hermione thought it best to leave him alone and not go looking for him.

Tears formed in her eyes, blurring her vision so she had to stop walking. She felt that hers and Ron’s relationship might fall apart. She saw a small bench, only big enough for one person, and sat down. She rested her face in her hands and continued sobbing.

“Who’s there?” a boy’s voice called out suddenly, and Hermione’s head shot up, hoping that it was Ron. Most unfortunately for her, she got the exact opposite.

Out of the shadows, a tall, pale faced, sleek blonde-haired boy came walking towards her.

“Oh, it’s just you, Mudblood,” Malfoy said disappointedly as the tip of his lighted wand showed Hermione’s face. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Like you would care. Leave me alone,” Hermione snarled. She wiped her eyes, folded her arms, looked down, and sniffed.

“Why are you crying?” Malfoy asked nastily.

“I’m not.”

“Problems?”

“No.”

“Schoolwork problems?”

“Go away.”

“Potty problems?”

“Go away!”

“Weasel problems?”

Hermione glared at him fiercely and stood up. “Like I would ever tell you anything about my personal life!”

“Ah, so you do have a problem.”

They stood there for a minute, staring at eachother, until Malfoy said, “Aren’t you supposed to be patrolling the corridors?”

“I am!”

“You don’t look like it.”

“It’s not like you’re patrolling anything.”

“Where’s Weasel? I haven’t seen him out here.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“I thought you and him take these nightly patrols very seriously. Has he skipped out on you?”

“Just stay out of my way,” Hermione said severely and turned her back to him and continued to walk the corridor.

Malfoy watched her until she was swallowed by the darkness. He looked back down at the bench Hermione had sat on, brought his light up close to it, and saw a few tearstains absorbed in its cushion.

*

It had been two weeks since Halloween night. Hermione had tried everything, but Ron just would not talk to either her or Harry.

“Ron, what is your problem?!” Hermione screeched as she sat next to him on his bed, alone with him in his dormitory. “You seem to forget that I’m still alive! You’ve barely said two words to me, let alone look at me, for two entire weeks now!”

Ron was silent.

“Do you not want to be with me anymore?” Hermione asked him quietly.

Ron whipped around. “What would possibly make you say that?”

Hermione let out a sarcastic cough. “Well, gosh, Ron, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you are constantly avoiding me!”

“I’m not.”

“Don’t try to act like you don’t know what you’re doing!” Hermione cried.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“What’s wrong, then? Did I say something that I shouldn’t have? Did I do something? Was it Harry?”

“No. Nobody did anything wrong. I don’t know why I’m like this. It just happened.”

Ron lay back on the bed and rubbed his eyes. He looked as if he just wanted to be left alone.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling like this,” Hermione said.

Ron nodded.

“I have to go now, it’s after hours, and I have to patrol the corridors.” Hermione didn’t mention that it was also Ron’s job. She gave him a kiss on his cheek, got up, and left him alone.

The hallways were dark and lonely as ever as Hermione walked through them, crying just like every night for the past two weeks. She had hoped that if she only talked to Ron that it would cheer him up enough to come with her and hold her like she wanted.

Hermione rounded a corner and soon found herself at a dead end. Not wanting to go back, she dropped her wand and curled up in the middle of the corridor and cried openly. Without Ron around, and with no way to figure out why he was acting the way he was, she had started to feel deprived of love and affection. She had not even had a real kiss from him since before Halloween and she was growing weary.

It was not for another ten minutes that she saw a dim light reflecting off the carpeted ground, and it was getting brighter.

Realizing that somebody was coming, Hermione wiped her eyes with her sleeve, picked up her wand, and stood up to face the person.

“You again?” she said nastily.

Malfoy put his wand down. “What are you doing here?” he asked, not one trace of loathing in his voice.

“None of your business!” Hermione replied although she was surprised by his tone.

“Were you crying again?”

“I was never crying!”

“Yes you were, you have tears all over your face. Besides, I heard a lot of whimpering coming from here.”

“I told you to leave me alone!” Hermione made to walk away from Malfoy, but he caught her wrist. She turned around and looked into his gray eyes. “Why are you…”

“What’s wrong?” Malfoy asked determinedly. He acted as if he actually cared about her feelings.

Hermione just stared at Malfoy, and she thought, for a fleeting second, that he was going to kiss her.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Hermione asked quietly.

“No.”

“Then why do you care?”

“I just do.”

Hermione frowned. “You’ve never cared before, I’ve just always been the ‘filthy little Mudblood’.”

“Well, I do now, okay?”

Hermione stared at him again.

“No, it’s not okay,” she snapped, wrenching her wrist out of his grip and storming away back down the corridor.

Malfoy followed her closely.

“You interest me, Hermione.”

Hermione stopped. Malfoy had never said her name before. She turned slowly to face him. “What…?”

Draco Malfoy did not answer, but kept looking fiercely, though at the same time gently, into her eyes. Hermione soon realized that she was backed up against the wall, alone with her enemy in a deserted corridor.

Malfoy whispered. “Ever since I came upon you sitting on the bench, I’ve had nothing but fascination for you. I’ve been thinking so much of you the past two weeks-”

“You can’t just say that, Malfoy. I’m in love with Ron- you know it- and even if I wasn’t, I would never do anything with you.”

“Did I ask you to do anything with me? No. I am merely just expressing my feelings toward you.”

“How could you, of all people, possibly have feelings for me? You loathed me the minute you met me, and I the same for you.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. You have no idea how many times I’ve racked my brains, thinking of ways to finally talk to you, out of the public eye.”

“Well, keep racking because after this we’re never talking again.” Hermione made to turn away again, but this time Malfoy caught her hand instead of her wrist. She found it soft and warm, not rough and cold like she thought it would be. She wondered, If this is what his hand feels like, then what must his lips feel like?

“Look,” Malfoy whispered gently, still holding her hand. “I know that what I am about to ask you is stupid, deceitful, and unbelievable… but at the same time the right thing to do.”

He took a step closer to Hermione, but she didn’t notice. She couldn’t help but be entranced by his eyes… she had never looked into his eyes in such a way.

“Hermione… can we meet again? Please? I want to talk to you so much. There is so much that I need to tell you.”

Hermione kept staring into his waiting eyes. “People would think that we’ve both gone mad, talking to eachother like friends,” she whispered.

“I know. I meant, can we meet privately? Like tomorrow night, maybe? At eleven o’clock, at the Astronomy Tower? Would that work?”

Hermione frowned sadly. “Why are you doing this, Malfoy? This would betray Ron so much, I could never do that.”

“I swear, I will not lay one finger on you as long as you and Weasley are still together.” Malfoy looked down at their hands, still joined, and released his. He grinned at her.

Hermione sighed. “You know how Ron feels about you.”

“He’s fine with you and Potter, right? And you two are just friends, so why can’t we be?”

“Because Harry is his friend also! And he hates you!”

Malfoy’s eyes flashed. “Aren’t we supposed to be practicing inter-house unity?”

That was a good point, Hermione thought. After a few more seconds, she nodded. “Yes. I'll meet you tomorrow night. Although could we make it ten instead of eleven? Ron and Harry would be wondering where I am after that.”

Malfoy smiled. “Of course.”

*

Once again, Ron did not talk to Hermione or Harry for the entire day. In fact, they barely saw him at all. He didn’t even sit by them during meals or in classes; just by himself, at the end of the table or in the back of the room.

Hermione was getting frustrated with him and on the verge of beginning to not care anymore. The only thing that she had to look forward to was her meeting with Malfoy that night.

Ironically, when she past him and his group of Slytherins by herself in the afternoon and saw that he was holding Pansy Parkinson’s hand, her heart flushed with jealousy and confusion. Malfoy passed, sneering at her with the others, not indicating the slightest hint of his feelings from the night before.

Hermione had half a mind to not show up as she was making her way to the Astronomy Tower that night. She wanted to make him hurt like she did and stand him up.

But she could not help herself as she opened the door and found Malfoy, standing in the moonlight, his hair shining like brilliant silver. He had a small rose clutched in his hand and grinned as he held it out to her.

“I thought you wouldn’t come after what happened today,” he said, still smiling.

Hermione took the rose and smelled it. “I almost didn’t,” she replied.

Malfoy laughed quietly and put his arm around her. Hermione could smell his cologne, and she thought that it wasn’t bad at all. Malfoy led her to a spot by the brick wall, and conjured a soft blanket for them to sit on.

“So you wanted to tell me something?” Hermione said as soon as she was comfortable. She watched him.

Malfoy looked up at the sky. “Not just something… everything. And I want you to tell me everything, too. I want to know all about you, right down to what your cat’s name is.”

Hermione laughed. “This is rather odd, but that’s all right. Why don’t we ask eachother questions?”

“Good idea. I'll go first. Hmmm… how did you first know that you were a witch?”

“Well, I first knew when I got the letter, but before that, I always had odd things happen to me. My parents sent me to Muggle school, of course, but I was always the strange, quiet one. One time, I had this teacher that I completely despised because she would always pick on me, so on one day that she really bullied me, I accidentally made her hair disappear! It was the funniest thing I had ever seen- everybody was laughing at her for the rest of the year. Now that I think about it, I feel bad, but she deserved what she got.”

Malfoy laughed. “She certainly did.”

He and Hermione looked at eachother for one brief, awkward moment. Neither of them noticed the meteor shower that was above them. They leaned in slowly… so slowly in fact that Hermione was brought back to her senses and sat back up.

“Um, I think it’s my turn now,” she said quietly, looking at her knees.

Malfoy said nothing, but sat back up also. He continued to look at Hermione, waiting for the question.

“Why do you hate Harry so much?”

Malfoy frowned and didn’t respond for a moment. Then, “I don’t know. It’s just always been that way. I grew up in a family that hated him because of him destroying Voldemort. My father told me to try to get him to join my group on the first day of school, that’s why I did that. And when Potter refused, I just kind of figured that we would be enemies from then on. We’ve never really had a chance to get to know eachother or anything, like he would ever let that happen. I guess that it’s just too late now.”

“It’s not too late- you can still be friends with him. Just look at us!”

Malfoy raised his eyebrows. “And what do you think he would say if you told him that we were friends?”

Hermione went silent.

“I think it’s my turn,” Malfoy said quietly.

Hermione nodded.

“Did your teacher’s hair ever grow back?”

“What?”

Malfoy grinned at her, and she grinned back.

“No, it didn’t,” Hermione replied, laughing.

They spent the next hour sitting there in the Astronomy Tower, just asking eachother questions about their lives. It felt so nice to Hermione that for once Malfoy was laughing with her instead of at her. She couldn’t believe that this was the same boy who called her a ‘filthy little Mudblood’, or the one who got turned into a ferret.

Suddenly, Hermione jumped up and shrieked, “Ohmigod, what time is it? I'd better be getting back!”

“Me too!” Malfoy said. He sucked the blanket back into his wand and ran with Hermione through the castle. They came upon the corridor where they had to separate.

Hermione looked at him. “This has been one of the best nights I’ve ever had,” she said quietly, looking into his eyes.

“Could we meet again?” Malfoy asked, taking a step closer to her.

“Same time next week instead of tomorrow,” Hermione replied, not moving away from him in the least. “I don’t want to be suspicious, staying out like this every night.”

“That’s fine with me.”

Malfoy and Hermione gazed at eachother until the moment passed and they were back to being awkward.

“Well, um, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then,” Malfoy said, shuffling around in his pockets. He turned around to leave. “See you…”

Hermione smiled. “Bye… Draco.”

She took the corridors back to Gryfinndor Tower in a curious, confused, but happy mood. Obviously, she would have to act as if nothing happened and that she was just doing her routine patrolling, even if she was quite late. She expected to find Harry and Ron waiting for her on the couch, instantly asking where she was as soon as she stepped through the portrait.

But that only happens when things go right.

Just as she turned the last corridor, her eyes fell onto Ron. Immediately she smiled, ready to make an excuse, but her smile fell off her face as soon as she realized what she was really looking at.

Ron was with Parvati in a passionate kiss. Hermione didn’t know how long they were there or if it meant anything to Ron, but she didn’t care. Her heart ached and fell into her stomach as she watched them, not noticing she was there. She continued to stare until her eyes filled up with tears and she gave a slight sniff.

Ron immediately looked up and saw Hermione. Parvati’s face filled with shock, and she ran back up to the common room without a word.

Ron and Hermione continued to stand where they were, staring at eachother in horror and sadness.

Ron could barely speak, “I’m…sorry…”

Hermione shook her head and blinked to get the tears out of her eyes. “Finally made a new friend, did you?” she snarled, speed-walking past Ron to get to the Tower. Ron caught her arm, but she wrenched it out of his grip.

“Hermione, please listen!” Ron begged.

“No!” she shrieked, still sobbing.

“Hermione, she means nothing to me!”

“Why did you do it then? Is this what you’ve been doing every night when I’m gone?”

Ron’s mouth opened but he didn’t say anything. He closed his mouth… and slowly nodded.

Hermione shook her head again and let the tears fall even more. “I can’t believe you, Ron… I can’t believe you…”

He took a step towards her. “Hermione, please-”

“No.” Hermione stepped back from him. “We’re through.”

She turned away, but he took hold of her once again. He tried to bring her close to him, but she slapped him across the face.

Hermione stepped back again and drew her wand. “Stay away from me, Ron,” she warned as she pointed her wand at him threateningly.

Ron looked past the wand and into her eyes. “You mean everything to me, Hermione.”

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows in sadness. “That’s what I used to think about you, too,” she whispered. “So much for love.”

She turned away and finally left him alone in the dark corridor.

*

Hermione had been careful to not kiss Draco for Ron’s sake. She thought it would be complete betrayal to Ron to even talk to Draco, even though she enjoyed it so much.

The news had seemed to spread like wildfire, and soon the entire castle knew what happened, although some stories were extremely farfetched. Many people came up to Hermione to tell her that they always knew that Ron was scum, even though they were the same people who said they were glad that they were finally dating.

Harry distanced himself from both of them, obviously not wanting to choose sides, although while Hermione ate her meals in the courtyard, he ate with Ron in the Great Hall.

The day that Hermione was meeting Draco again was a day of Double Potions with the Slytherins. She sat by herself next to the supply closet, Neville being the only person by her. She expected that Draco would make a snide comment about how she had no more friends, covering up the fact that they were friends, but he didn’t. Instead, as he walked by her desk to the supply closet, he slipped a note under her Potions book and gave her the tiniest wink.

Hermione’s stomach flipped in excitement. She looked around for Snape, who was criticizing Ron’s potion (Ha! she thought), and quietly opened the note.

I’m sorry you’re sitting alone. I’m sorry that the idiot did that to you, he doesn’t know anything. I wish I could be with you right now, but I'll just have to wait.

Hermione smiled. She suddenly realized that since she wasn’t with Ron anymore, she could do whatever she wanted. And she knew what she wanted.

“What is this?” a slimy voice boomed from behind her. Hermione turned around to find herself face to face with Snape, who was holding his hand out for the note.

Hermione’s insides went numb as she obligingly handed over the note, every one of her classmate’s watching. She stole a glance at Malfoy, who was pale, obviously glad that he did not put his name on the note.

“What is this?” Snape repeated. “Let’s see what is written on this small piece of parchment…”

Snape continued to read it aloud, making Hermione shrink in her seat. He seemed to drag each word along, purposely increasing her embarrassment.

Hermione covered her face with her hands and looked through her fingers at Ron. His ears had grown crimson and he seemed hot with anger and humiliation. Harry, however, just stared at Hermione in confusion.

“‘… but I'll just have to wait.’” Snape looked back down at Hermione and sneered. “Haven’t I told you before to keep your love affairs out of my classroom, Granger? Thirty points from Gryfinndor,” Snape said icily, mockingly placing the note on top of her book and patting it. “Class is dismissed.”

Hermione stood up from her desk, hoping to get a chance to talk to Draco, or at least Harry (she still would not speak to Ron), but Snape stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m-”

“You have to make a new potion for interrupting my class. Start now.”

Hermione dared not argue, but had to stay after class and remake her entire potion. She finished within an hour, but was already late for dinner, which had started when class ended.

As soon as she left the dungeons, she ran to the Great Hall, stomach aching with hunger, only to find the doors closed and uninviting. Hermione stood outside them, disbelieving.

Snape did this on purpose, she thought as her fists clenched. She dragged her tired feet all the way back to Gryfinndor Tower, with two hours left until she had to meet Draco.

She stepped through the portrait to find Harry and Ron playing a game of chess in front of the fire. Both shot up as soon as they saw her, although Ron seemed reluctant to say anything.

“What was that note about, Hermione?” Harry immediately asked her.

She was ready with an excuse. “I don’t know- I found it in my bag this morning. Someone must have put it in there without my knowing.”

“What did they mean ‘I wish I could be with you right now, but I'll have to wait’?”

“Harry, I don’t know, okay?”

Harry seemed to be okay with Hermione’s answers and followed her to the couch.

“Hermione… where were you at dinner?” he asked her gently.

“Snape made me stay after to redo my potion.”

“So you haven’t eaten at all?”

Hermione shook her head.

“What about lunch?”

“I skipped.”

“Did you at least eat breakfast?”

Hermione shook her head again.

“Why?”

“Wasn’t hungry.”

Harry didn’t open his mouth again, just looked at Hermione every few minutes, frowning.

Ron left for his dormitory, muttering, “Early night,” as he made his way. Hermione was glad he left, even though he was obviously worried about her and still angry about the note. She could tell that he knew she didn’t want him around.

It was finally time for Hermione to ‘patrol the corridors’. She told Harry that she wanted to walk around the castle and that she would be out late, but when she stepped outside the portrait, she ran all the way to the Astronomy Tower. It was already five past ten when she got there.

Hermione opened the door. She grinned.

“About time!” Draco exclaimed, embracing Hermione in a hug that surprised her. “You didn’t have dinner, did you?”

“No,” Hermione said, slightly breaking away. “I had to stay after to redo that stupid potion.”

“Hermione, I’m so sorry about the note. If I had any idea-”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I told Harry and Ron that somebody must have put it in my bag this morning. They don’t know anything.”

Draco smiled at her. “Well, in any case, I brought along a picnic for us.”

“You did?”

“Yep.” Draco took Hermione by the hand and led her to the same spot as last time. The same blanket was there and Hermione sat down as Malfoy took out the food.

“I’m hungry, too- I didn’t eat too much in case we could eat together. I just stole all this food from the kitchens.”

Hermione grinned. “You’re so sweet.” She kissed his cheek, making him go red in the moonlight, and bit into a chicken leg.

The two ate their dinner and, with full stomachs, continued to play their game of questions.

“When and where did you get your first kiss?” Hermione boldly asked Draco, both of them laying on their sides and facing eachother.

“Fourth year, Yule Ball. Pansy Parkinson, of course, not that she’s anything special.”

Hermione hesitated. “I… saw you holding hands with her that day. The first day that we came out here.”

“It was an act.”

Hermione looked down. “I know, but…”

Draco put his finger under her chin and brought her face up to his. “You mean everything to me, Hermione.”

The familiar words stung Hermione’s heart and tears started to form in her eyes once more.

“What’s wrong?” Draco said suddenly, alarmed. “Did I say something?”

“No…” Hermione stood up and went over to stand at the edge of the balcony, looking over the grounds. Draco followed. “Well… yes, actually.”

Draco put his arm around her waist and she turned to face him.

“That… that was… the last thing that Ron has ever said to me,” Hermione told him, tears quietly streaming down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” Draco pulled her into him and held her.

“It’s not your fault,” Hermione said in a muffled voice as she put her arms around him in return. She liked being in Draco’s arms- it was warm, and comforting- and she soon stopped crying.

Draco looked down at her. “I never want to hurt you.”

Hermione smiled. “You’re the only one, then.”

They both went silent and slowly leaned into one another. Hermione didn’t stop herself as his warm, soft lips brushed against hers and led into a more passionate kiss. They were there for at least ten more minutes when-

“What is this?!” came Ron’s angry voice from the door. Hermione and Draco broke apart and whipped around. Ron was now just five feet from them, ears crimson, and holding the Marauder’s Map in his hand.

He reached forward, grabbed Hermione’s hand, and forced her next to him. “What do you think you’re doing, Hermione?!”

She tried to wrench out of his grip, but he was too strong this time. “Leave me alone, Ron, this is none of your business!” She gasped in pain, for he was holding her too tightly, but he would not let her go.

“Let go of her, Weasley!” Draco shouted, taking out his wand and advancing on Ron.

“No! She doesn’t belong with you! You probably put her under some curse or something!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Hermione would never do this on her own-”

“That’s what you think, Ron!” Hermione shrieked.

“What are you talking about?”

“It was Draco who sent me the note in Snape’s class this evening,” Hermione snarled, glaring at him like she didn’t know him. He loosened his grip for a second, but that was all that she needed, so she freed herself from him and ran back to Draco, who stood in front of her protectively.

Ron looked at them, disbelieving. “So… so you two are together now?” he whispered in shock.

“It’s what you get for hurting her. If you hadn’t, she would still be with you,” Draco said fiercely.

Ron grew quiet.

“Does Harry know that you’re here?” Hermione asked him from behind Draco. He shook his head.

“I just… I just thought that you were in trouble or something. And then I found this…” Ron looked up at Hermione and said slowly, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

She nodded.

Ron’s ears turned back to normal as his face screwed up in sadness. “Then I have to respect that.” He looked at Draco. “Malfoy, I know that we… well… hate eachother and all that, but… I’m willing to change my attitude for Hermione’s sake.” He held out his hand to Draco.

“So am I.” Draco stepped forward and briefly shook Ron’s hand.

Hermione smiled happily. Now she wouldn’t have to meet Draco in secret everywhere.

“So, um, do you want me to tell Harry?” Ron proposed.

Hermione hadn’t thought of that. She imagined what Harry would say and/or do when he heard the news, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“No,” Hermione said strongly, taking Draco’s hand. “I'll do it. I should explain everything to him.”

Ron looked relieved. “Do I have to be there with you?”

Hermione shook her head, and Ron looked even more relieved.

“All right, then…” he said, looking between the other two. Ron huffed for a second and then came up very close to Draco’s face. “Malfoy… I swear on Merlin’s grave that if I here of you doing anything to her, I'll…” Ron threatened, taking out his wand and dragging the tip across his neck.

Draco smirked, putting his arm around Hermione. “You don’t have to worry about that, Weasley. I’m not like you.”

Ron’s ears grew red in anger again, but he decided to not do anything. Hermione was impressed by his maturity, but even more impressed by Draco’s. She wrapped her arms around his stomach and laid her head on his shoulder.

Ron looked at them and grew uncomfortable. “I’m going to go now- but don’t stay out too late! I don’t trust you enough, Malfoy.”

“Honestly, Weasley, do you really think that I’m a match against Hermione?”

Ron frowned but said nothing more. He gave Hermione one last look, turned around, and left.

Draco sighed. “I thought he’d never leave!” He leaned into Hermione’s face, but she stopped him.

“So are we together or not?”

“Well, Hermione, we do have our arms wrapped around eachother and have already kissed…” Draco joked.

Hermione slapped him playfully. “You know what I mean. Are we officially a couple?”

“Are you officially asking me?”

Hermione was taken aback. She had always believed that the man should ask out the woman, but in this case… maybe things should be done differently. Draco was certainly a different catch.

She smiled. “Will you go out with me?”

“Ooooooooh!” Draco replied suavely, giving Hermione a kiss. “I'd simply love to!” They both laughed and stayed on the balcony for the rest of the night.


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