Dramione Oneshots

Behind the Mask Part 4 (30k special)

Hermione was in the library studying for the upcoming exams. It was the only thing that helped to distract her from Zorro.

It had been one week since his little challenge and she had gotten nowhere. The only thing that she could say with confidence was that it wasn't Draco Malfoy since his pureblood pride would never let him attend a muggle party.

"At the library again?" The familiar voice drawled.

Hermione slammed the book close with a thud. She stood up from her seat. "Just leaving actually."

"Too bad. I came to ask how your search was going."

"Search?" She stilled in her movements. There was only one thing she was searching for, how had Draco found out about it?

He shuffled closer to her, but still stayed at a respectable distance. "I've given you a week," he clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Did you give up or were you disappointed that the person you were looking for was me?"

Hermione's head jerked up to look at him. His grey eyes drooped with open hurt and his lips were tugged downward in a frown. He was being serious.

"I'm not disappointed nor had I given up." She answered slowly. "I was just momentarily at a standstill."

His head lifted up and his eyes cleared just a little. "Oh?"

She grabbed her bag and walked past him. "Prove to me that you meant what you said that night. I'll be waiting." She left the room with her cheeks ablaze. How was she able to be so bold? And what did she just sign herself up for?

How was it that the one person that she was looking for was the one she was absolutely sure it wasn't? Though she had to admit that she should have seen it coming. Did Zorro not only smirk like Draco, he also had the same eyes.

She reached the Gryffindor common room to find a dazed looking Harry and Ginny. "What got into you two?"

Ginny looked toward Hermione and blinked a few times before her gaze finally became focused. "We found our masked partners. Unexpectedly a good thing."

Hermione quirked one eyebrow up. "They're students here?"

Ginny nodded. "Yep. Have you found yours yet? I might have an idea as to who it is."

"Draco Malfoy." Hermione pointed to Harry. "I'm guessing his was Pansy Parkinson and yours was Blaise Zibini."

Harry's head jerked to her, his eyes finally undazed. "How'd you know? Nope, nevermind."

"Oh Harry," Ginny reached over and flattened his hair. "I can't believe you walked around looking like that."

"I can't believe you just noticed," Hermione deadpanned.

Harry blushed a deep crimson at their words and actions. "I was distracted. It was like sparks were flying when we kissed."

"Good for you," Hermione huffed before heading up to her room. She didn't feel like being in the same room with the lovebirds, who already looked as if they were missing their other half.

She plopped down onto bed. Sparks flying, huh? Draco had only given her a chaste kiss, so there was really no time for sparks.

Butterflies flitted down her stomach as she thought about the little messages he had left her everyday and the flowers he had given to her. They weren't sparks, but it was definitely a nice feeling every time she saw one of his little 'gifts'.