Malfoy jumped away from Hermione quickly, attempting to cover up their actions.
“I don-”
“Save it, Malfoy, keep your knickers on.” Ginny was looking at Hermione.
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
Ginny’s tone was teasing, and Malfoy looked like he’d been caught in the act by one of his parents. He was blushing furiously.
“Did the Weasley girl know about this before?” He asked, worried.
Ginny’s face turned mad.
“I have a name, and it’s not ‘The Weasley Girl’.” She snapped.
Malfoy looked away, slightly abashed.
“Ginny, I think we need to talk.”
Ginny smiled and shook her head.
“I think I uh- better leave you two to finish your… date.” She winked and began to walk off.
Hermione caught her by her robes, keeping her stationary.
“You won’t breathe a WORD about this to Ron or Harry. Or anyone else, for that matter.” She whispered furiously.
Ginny smiled.
“Hermione, go have fun. Honestly, what kind of friend do you think I am? I told you I thought he was cute. He seems nicer now. You have my blessing.” She patted her on the shoulder and walked away, her flaming red hair swinging behind her.
Hermione stood, shocked that Ginny saw them. She trusted her, but she wasn’t sure if she could keep it a secret. She DID work with both Ron and Harry. She was paranoid, looking in every direction to check if Ron or Harry were there. She remembered that they were at the
Ministry, so temporary relief flooded through her.
“Well, that was awkward.” Malfoy commented.
Hermione turned toward him and shook her head.
“Ginny won’t tell. I know. She thinks you’re cute, by the way.” Hermione said nonchalantly.
Malfoy chuckled.
“Does she, now? She seemed repulsed by me back when we were in school. Blaise had a flame for her for a little while.” He said, reminiscing.
“She doesn’t like you, you arse.” Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Not that it would matter, anyways. It seems that I only have eyes for one girl in particular.
She’s got this curly brown hair, and these gorgeous brown eyes. I don’t reckon you’d know
her.” He smirked.
Hermione tried to fight back a smile, but she failed. She fell into his arms, almost knocking him over.
“There’s this boy that I think is decent looking, as well. He’s an arrogant, blonde-headed ferret. Don’t reckon you’ve heard of him, either.” She teased.
“Ah… Ferret.” He exhaled.
“A very spastic ferret.” Hermione smiled.
He winced, pretending to be hurt by her comment.
“It fits you.” Hermione said plainly, grabbing him tightly around the waist.
“Let’s get a Firewhiskey.” Malfoy said.
“It’s been a he|l of a week, and I’m sure both you and I need one.”
Hermione didn’t disagree.
