Dramione Oneshots

The Bookstore Surprise (50k special)

Hermione was sitting beside Harry at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Ron was sitting across from them, going on about Quidditch with his mouth full of food. She grimaced as a piece of something flew out of his mouth and landed not far from Harry's plate.

Harry's smile turned into a frown and he pulled his plate closer to him. "You shouldn't speak with your mouth full," Harry reminded Ron for the umpteenth time.

Hermione sughed and let her eyes drift. They landed on the Slytherin table-or more accurately-a certain blonde.

Draco was sitting with his back completely straight in a relaxed way. He delicately picked at his food and chewed every bite with his mouth closed and in silence. It was actually a common trait seen in most purebloods-minus a few. Hermione wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to eat with people who had table manners.

The hair on her neck stood up, telling her that someone was watching her. She pulled back from her thoughts and realised a little too late that she had been looking at a certain blonde for too long. Heat rose to her cheeks and she pulled her eyes away, but not before she caught the frown that appeared on Draco's face.

Just then, the owls swooped in to deliver the morning mail. Surprising Hermione, a standard postal owl landed in front of her with a letter tied to its leg. She gently unwrapped and gave the owl a treat, which was a strip of bacon from her plate, before the creature flew off.

"Who's it from?" Ron asked before she had even opened it.

"Ron," Harry chided, "let her read it first."

Hermione unrolled the letter with hesitant fingers. Who would send her a letter, and the day before Valentine's day?

Books come in all shapes and sizes
I hope you will say I do
To a day in Hogsmeade with me
A day like no other
Is another word for tomorrow

Hermione frowned as she tried to decipher the letter. The person obviously wasn't expecting an answer back since the owl had already left. She studied the letter, the neat looping and smooth strokes of the writing seemed familiar.

"What does it say?" Harry asked her, concern facing his voice.

Hermione felt her nose crinkling up. "I think someone just asked me out tomorrow during our Hogsmeade weekend." Ron and Harry gestured to the letter, wanting to read. Hermione handed over, still feeling a little stunned. Knowing her luck, it was just a prank.

The two boys leaned over the table so that they could read it together. Harry looked deep in thought while Ron's scrunched up face mirrored his confusion. "How the bloody hell is this asking you on a date? They don't mention a time or place!" Ron practically screamed.

Harry and Hermione gave the redhead a look. The boy looked hurt and sat down with a grumble.

"Their obviously asking her to the bookstore," Harry said thoughtfully, while trying to explain it to Ron.

Hermione tuned them out and focused back on the letter. Where had she seen this hand writing before?

. . . . .

The next day found a nervous Hermione. With the assistance of Ginny-not that she could have denied, the redhead made it perfectly clear that she couldn't-Hermione was dressed for her supposed date.

Her frizzy hair now laid in perfect waves that had half pinned in the back with a butterfly clip. She wore a simple baby blue, long sleeve shirt paired with skinny jeans. She had to compromised with Ginny to be able to dress in those clothes. The compromise insisted of blue eye shadow ringed in sparkly silver eyeliner. Her lashes were made to look longer and fuller with the help of mascara.

"What if it isn't even a date?" Hermione grumbled to the fussy redhead.

"Trust me, it is," was the answer she received.

After Ginny's approval, Hermione found herself being dragged down to the common room to meet up with Harry and Ron. The four of them set out to Hogsmeade.

They split apart once they reached the wizarding town. Ginny and Harry went to the Three Broomsticks while Ron went to check out the new Quidditch gear.

Hermione made her way to the only bookstore there. The bell on the door chimed as she entered. She was greeted with the scent of old and new parchment, and ink. She leisurely strolled down the aisles, not finding anyone else in the store besides the clerk behind the desk reading the Daily Prophet.

She headed straight for the section where they stocked all of their new shipments. Grabbing a book that looked interesting, she made her way to the small sitting area in the back and plopped down into a chair.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before a familiar drawl drew her out of her current read. "You must have came straight over here."

Hermione looked up to find Draco Malfoy peering down at her with a smirk on his perfect lips. His usually slicked back hair hung loosely styled making his cheekbones appear sharper. He was dressed impeccably in a light blue wizarding suit. It was funny with how close the color was to her own shirt. "You're wearing blue," came her dumbfounded reply.

That smirk deepened, drawing her in. "Of course, it is your favorite color after all." Hermione's eyes widened, not knowing if she should be surprised that he knew her favorite color or with the fact that he admitted it. "Oh, and these are for you." Draco handed her a bundled of white chrysanthemums tied with a blue ribbon. How had she not noticed that he was carrying flowers?

"These are for me?"

Draco blushed slightly and looked away for a second before pulling his gray eyes back to her. "They are. I understand if you don't want them."

Hermione numbly took them, feeling extremely confused and baffled. "Why are you giving me flowers?"

Draco gave her a deadpanned stare. "I thought you would have recognized my writing. I thought that you knew that I was the one asking you on a date." His voice was on the brink of despair.

Hermione shook her head, not believing what she heard. "You wrote that letter? And this is a date?" She was starting to feel really stupid with how slow she was with grasping the meaning of his words.

Draco sighed loudly and hung his head, not hiding his hurt expression quick enough. "It was and it is. I understand if you don't want this." He turned around as if to leave, still not meeting her gaze.

She couldn't believe it. Draco Malfoy had actually asked her out? He even knew her favorite color! It was as if it were a dream come true. The snobbish boy that she should hate but secretly had a crush on asked her out!

The bell to the store rang out, breaking her out of her head. She looked up to find that Draco had already left. Clutching onto the flowers, she ran after him.

"I do want this!" She shouted after his retreating back. Draco paused, almost tumbling forward with the sudden stop. Hermione didn't slow her pace until she was directly behind him. "I do want this," she repeated. "You just caught me off guard. Who wouldn't be when their crush asks them out," she practically rambled.

Draco turned around quickly, his wide eyes staring in utter shock. "You have a crush on me?" His voice was hesitant but sounded hopeful at the same time.

Hermione nodded her head vigorously. "I do," her lips tugged downward. "This better not be a prank."

Draco closed the small distance between them and before Hermione could register what was happening, he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her on the lips. "It's no prank," his voice was husky as he whispered in her ear. Her toes curled at the delicious sound. This was turning out to be a very good Valentine's this year. Far better than her previous ones and she only hoped that it will continue. And it was only the beginning of the day!