Forever and Always<3

Chapter Seven: Grow Old With You

5. I want to hear a song dedicated to me.

Draco was sitting on Hermione's couch, browsing through the DVDs he'd bought a while ago. The aroma of freshly cooked popcorn with butter reached his nose, making him hungrier than he already was.

He then heard her footsteps and immediately, he looked up. She was slightly smiling while clutching the bowl of popcorn in between her hands. "Already found a movie?" she asked, plopping on the couch closely beside him. She placed the bowl on her lap and started to eat. Draco mimicked her actions and also ate the delectable popcorn.

"I still haven't found one," he said, frowning at the CDs scattered on her coffee table.

Hermione peered at the DVDs and then suddenly, she chose one and showed it to the blond. "This, let's watch this," she said, eyes full of mirth.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Titanic?" he asked, reading the title of the movie.

"It's a wonderful movie," she announced, standing up to put the DVD in the DVD player. "And besides, Leonardo di Caprio is absolutely gorgeous in this movie."

The blond just rolled his eyes.

"This moved me to tears, you know," she said. "I watched it a few years ago and it made me cry. Their love story is just so… so beautiful. I bet that you'll find this movie wonderful."

"Whatever."

"Oh, wait, by the way," she said, pausing the movie. Draco watched curiously as Hermione rushed towards her kitchen. She then came out, clutching a magazine, Witch Weekly to be exact. The blond, horrified, fell flat on her carpeted floor.

"I burned all of those!" he exclaimed, immediately standing up to snatch the offending material away from Hermione's clutches.

"You burned all of them?" she asked, frowning. She sat down on the couch again and pulled Draco back on the couch. "You didn't want me to see it, did you?"

Draco scowled and stared at the latest edition of Witch Weekly. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger: More than best friends? was blaringly flashed on the cover page of said magazine. Underneath it was a picture of the time when they were at Happy Land Amusement Park, eating their ice creams.

"You didn't want me to see it, did you?" she repeated, now scowling deeply. "Why not, Malfoy? You didn't want me to be aware of this… this blasted new gossip?"

He sighed and shook his head. "I didn't want you to get upset over this… rubbish," he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Well, I wouldn't have been upset!" she exclaimed, gesticulating wildly. "I mean, I should be aware of this, Ferret. I don't want to go to Diagon Alley with a bunch of gossipers looking at me pointedly and whispering behind my backs while I'm utterly… clueless."

"You're upset," he pointed out.

"I'm not," she protested, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Yes, you are," he disagreed.

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm not playing this childish game, Draco," she told him.

"Look, Hermione," the blond said. "I burned all of them, except this, of course, because I didn't want you to become upset again. I mean, do you remember the time when that Skeeter woman wrote an article about you being the girlfriend of - ." He paused, watching Hermione at the corner of his eyes. He was about to say 'Harry' but stopped since he knew what Hermione's reaction would be.

"It's all right," she said, quite tensely. "You can say his name."

Draco just shook his head. "As I was saying, do you remember that time when that Skeeter woman wrote that particular article about you?" he asked.