It's Jazzy! Exams are here for Rowan and I, so our update schedule(s) may be a little funky. Also, a shitload of immigrants (aka my "relatives") are coming and living at my house for like 4 fucking months. And by shitload I mean like 20 people. And they are ALL going to want to use my computer, so I will apologize in advance for any updating difficulties that may occur. Sorry! But enjoy!
***(Hermione's POV in 3rd Person)***
Breaking News:
Fake or True Love?
The muggleborn war heroine recently got married this previous summer to son of a death eater Draco Malfoy. Witnesses at this wedding reported that the couple didn't look too thrilled at the alter. What to make of this? They were spotted again, at Platform 9 3/4, boarding the famous Hogwarts Express. They maintained their distance from each other and rarely spoke. But, the pair was seen in Hogsmeade yesterday, alone, chatting happily with each other from a secluded spot in the Three Broomsticks. Both disappeared under the table at some point. Due to the floor-length tablecloth, our reporters were unable to see what was going on under the table. But we sure can guess what was going on! They resurfaced to the top of the table after a few minutes, looking love-struck and dazed. What exactly happened under the table? Is this the start of a juicy relationship or a major flop? See Page 6 for more details.
Hermione sighed, folding up the newspaper, and set it on the table in front of her in the Great Hall, taking a bite of her pancakes, and looking around. Weird. People were exchanging money, holding up their own copies of the news. They looked extremely happy or depressed. Hermione let it go, thinking that they were betting on a Quidditch match or something. But Hermione could care less. Her mind was still on the Daily Prophet. When she finally decided to go read the Daily Prophet again (after all the lies they said about Harry), this is what they go and do.
"Hermione? Did you read this?" Ginny nudged Hermione with her hand, showing her another copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Yeah."
"So...what happened yesterday?"
"I don't know," Hermione admitted ruefully, a faint blush tracing across her checks. "We, uh, kissed. But I don't know if he likes me or if it was a spur of the moment thing."
"You KISSED him?" Ginny squealed, getting the attention of a few people around her, who gave her curious looks.
"It was more like he kissed me."
"He KISSED you?" Ginny repeated, correcting her mistake. "Did you like it?"
"Umm...yeah. It was really sweet and romantic. But I still don't know if he likes me." Hermione replied.
"Of COURSE Draco likes you, Hermione. If he didn't, believe me, he would NOT have kissed you." Ginny said.
At the sound of his name, Hermione's eyes automatically searched the hall for Draco's face. She found him sitting at the Slytherin table. His eyes met hers, and he held up the Daily Prophet for her to see, raising his eyebrows questioningly. Hermione nodded, and Draco made a motion with his hands to tell Hermione to meet him in the hallway outside of the Great Hall.
"Hey, I'll be right back, guys." Hermione said to her friends, who nodded in response.
Hermione walked out of the Great Hall, and strode up to
Draco.
"Did you see the Daily Prophet today?" Draco asked as Hermione stopped in front of him.
"Yeah," Hermione replied. "The whole school must have seen it by now."
"We're screwed."
"Totally."
"How are people going to react?" Hermione wondered out loud.
"I already know."
"How?" Hermione was curious.
"Did you see everyone in the Great Hall today? Or specifically, what they were doing?" Draco answered Hermione's question.
"Yes, but how exactly does that relate?" Hermione was starting to get irritated.
"They were betting on us, Hermione. I overheard a conversation at the Slytherin table." Draco said, which made Hermione's chocolate brown eyes widen considerably.
"What? Why?"
"Don't you see?" Draco's eyebrow furrowed, and he stepped closer to Hermione, standing closer to her. They faced each other. "They were betting on whether we would get together or not!"
"No," Hermione whispered, horrified that her fellow classmates were betting on her.
"Why? Do you regret that kiss? Because I sure as hell don't." Draco said.
"No, I don't regret the kiss, but-"
"Then why are you upset?" Draco tilted her chin up gently with his finger.
Hermione sighed. "I don't know, or why, or-" She whispered.
"Hermione?" Draco asked softly, getting closer to her.
"Hmm?"
"Shut up." Draco pressed his lips on hers, effectively silencing her. Hermione stood for a second, surprised, but moved quickly into the kiss. Draco placed his hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. Hermione put her hands on his broad shoulders. They deepened the kiss, then broke apart breathlessly.
"I should get back. My friends are going to be worried about me." Hermione stepped back from Draco.
"I'll walk you over to your table." Draco said.
"I don't need protection."
"I know you don't," Draco replied, hurriedly fixing what he just said. "But it would make me feel like a better person."
"Fine." Hermione said, giving in.
Draco opened the doors for Hermione who stepped through, giving a small smile to him.
Draco followed Hermione to her table, swiftly kissed her on the cheek, and left.
Hermione blushed. Everyone had seen that.
As the usual chatter in the hall started up again, Ginny slid over to Hermione again.
"Did you have another snog session again?" Ginny asked with interest.
"Ginny!" Hermione playfully pushed on Ginny's shoulder. "But we did, I guess."
Ginny gasped. "I knew it!"
Hermione blushed as Harry and Ron also stood up and sat next to her.
"I'm going to cut to the point," Harry said, addressing Hermione. "What's up with you and Malfoy?"
"Well, technically, I'm a Malfoy, too. But I guess that we like each other?" Hermione said, unsure.
"De 'erre? Bu' why?" Ron said, while he stuffed his mouth with eggs to the point where his mouth wouldn't close.
"Ron, don't speak while your mouth is full." Hermione reprimanded. "It's revolting."
Ron chewed, then swallowed, which took a surprisingly short amount of time, considering the incredibly large portion of food in his mouth. "I meant, 'The ferret? But why?'"
"Because, hmmm, it's not like we're married or anything." Hermione said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Good point." Ron said, oblivious to the tone of Hermione's voice.
"While you're questioning my love life, let me ask you about yours. Or are you too busy making out with someone and not telling me?" Hermione said.
Ron paled.
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There you have it! Again, if I do not upload on time, forgive me and remember my whole issue. But don't stop reading, because there is going to be more Dramione feels that will leave you smiling like an idiot that needs to go to a mental hospital, or sobbing in front of your friends who will be awkwardly patting your back, trying to figure out what's wrong with your brain. Either way, it's going to have people seriously worrying about the state of your mental health.
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