A Day With a Ferret

Chapter 2

(Draco's POV)

I'm upset that Hermione didn't say yes until she was threatened with a ripped textbook. Of course, I don't seem like the nicest in the castle, but I've got a reputation to uphold! Just imagine the humiliation if word got out. I was nervous to tell Granger I liked her, so I'm trying to compose myself as if I don't care. Looking down at my black jacket, I decide to go for something more friendly. I rush down to the Slytherin common room, mutter the password, and give absent waves to others in the common room as I hurry to my dorm. I shut the door behind me, throwing my jacket onto my bed. I open my closet doors, looking through the different articles of clothing. Black, black, black. I sigh, rubbing my eyes. I realize I'm running out of time; I only have fifteen more minutes to get down to the library! I decide to go with my white button down and Slytherin tie. I tuck 'Mione's textbook under my pillow, then make my way back to the library.

I look down at my silver watch. Three minutes late, and no sign of Hermione. I kick a random book on the ground, agrivated. I speed walk out, deep in thought, when I'm run into by someone. They fall over. "Hey, watch it! I'm trying to-" I would continue talking, but it feels like my breath has been taken away. It's Hermione, and she looks stunning. Her hair is wavy, and it compliments her deep brown eyes like nothing I've ever seen. She's wearing pink sweater, a bit like the one from her fourth year, which happens to match her deep blush at the moment. "I-I'm sorry I was late." She looks down. "I-I-It's fine." I manage to stutter. I hold my hand out, which she takes with gratitude as she stands. She's wearing blue jeans, and I bite my lip. I hold my arm out for her to take. "Shall we?" I ask, flashing her a dashing Malfoy smirk