I Can See You But I Could Never Reach You

Smart, but not so smart

"That's lovely! Where are they?"

"She wouldn't tell me."

"Oh."

They sat in silence.

"As I was saying, me and Krum don't get to meet up! But I bet he's already got a date."

"So you're not going with anyone?"

"How many times do I tell this to you?"

"Until it clicks in your brain."

Hermione thought for a while.

What does he mean?

"What?" She asked him with a blank expression.

Draco looked at her, eyebrows raised. "For a smart witch, you really don't catch signs, do you?"

Hermione shook her head confused.

Draco sighed. "Fine. Hermione, would you like to go to the ball with me?"

Hermione stood their, frozen. "Did I just hear it right o-or did you just ask me to gowithyoutotheball?"

Draco chuckled. "Slowly, Granger. Didn't know you were so excited."

"Shut up, Malfoy." She said comically.

"So is it a yes or a no?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes." She said, clapping her hands in excitement.

Whoa, calm down. You're acting like some undignified first-year, she thought.

Draco let out a short laugh. "Good. Didn't I tell you the girl I was going to ask didn't have a date?"

"There could always be Parkinson." Hermione mumbled.

"I heard that."

Hermione laughed.

The fact that Draco asked her shocked her. She was excited, even. But I wonder, she thought, whether Ron will be okay with it? But she shrugged it off. Why should he make my choices?

"Hello?" Draco asked, waving his hands over her face.

"If your done with your thoughts, I was asking you the colour of your dress so that my tie would be that colour too."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't decide whether I should use dark blue, pink or gold."

"Oh- well, don't use pink please." He asked almost sincerely.

Hermione laughed. "I'll have to let Ginny decide that, Draco."

"Oh Gosh- no! Don't do this to me! Please, I hope this is not payback for all those years."

"What, wearing pink is payback? Are you kidding me?"

He nodded.

"But pink is just a colour!" 

"It's not! It's Parkinson's favourite colour. She used to give me pink stuff! She uses Pink for everything! Have you seen her house? It gave me Pink-o-hexes. And her pink perfume? Gosh- that's a biological weapon!" Draco said, his eyes widening considerably.

Hermione burst out laughing. Draco struggled to keep a straight face.

She continued to laugh and eventually Draco joined her.

Suddenly the door flew open and Harry came running in.

"Hermione and Draco- your late for transfiguration class!" Harry shouted to the giggling pair.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Not again!" She said rushing to her room to get her books.

Harry turned to Malfoy. "What we're you laughing about?"

"Just some disturbing stuff." Then he shuddered. "Truly disturbing."

Harry nodded.

"I did it." Draco whispered.

Harry looked at him questioningly.

"I asked her."

"Oh! What did she say?"

"Yes!" Draco whisper-shouted.

Harry smiled at him. "That's lovely! Didn't I tell you she'd agree?"

Draco nodded and Hermione entered the room. The she left, running.

Draco groaned. "Why does she always do that?"

Harry looked at him, puzzled.

"Never mind." And both of them rushed to class.

Hermione, Draco and Harry reached class at the same time.

She knocked. Professor McGonagall looked at the three of them, with their hair flying and robes messed up.

"So nice of you to join us, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger." She said sarcastically

Hermione turned red.

"Miss Granger, this is the second time you're late to class this year. One more time and you get detention. As head girl I expect you to be responsible and on time. Am I clear?"

Hermione nodded.

"As for you, Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said, looking at him properly,

"Since this is your first time, I will excuse you. You as Deputy head boy should also be on time! Really, what is the matter with the smart students this year? Next time you are late, there shall be no consideration. Have I made myself clear?"

Hermione and Draco nodded.

"Come inside, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter."

Then the three of them rushed in and sat down.

"Now all of you, today will be about transfiguration of invisible matter. Or let's say, really small matter. Like ashes."

The class groaned. Professor rapped her desk. "Now, I heard about what happened in your Defence Against the Dark Arts class. So we will be transfiguring ashes to blocks of wood. Now follow me closely."