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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 9: The Date
Disclaimer: I kow this is HORRIBLY hard to believe, but I'm not a famous author. I know! Isn't it crazy?
Chapter 9 / The Date
Hermione Granger was getting ready for a date. She had made a tasty, yet simple dinner. She was wearing her best jeans and her hair was satisfactorily tamed. As time crept closer, she took a seat by the small wooden table facing her living room window. Her dinner was placed delicately in front of her, the omnioculars resting right next to her glass of water. She brought the fork up to her lips and gingerly closed her lips around it, waiting patiently for the date. Draco Malfoy and Lola's date.
It wasn't that she really cared. No, she just couldn't stand the thought of her friend lowering himself to such standards. Why should a reasonably intelligent, charming and understanding man settle for someone who could offer nothing but good looks? Not that she even knew Lola, of course, but she knew the type. And when she saw the younger girl stride up the pathway on long, tan legs her thoughts were immediately confirmed.
When he came to open the door and Lola greeted him with a wide smile, her eyes were focused on them unblinkingly, hungrily devouring every detail of the scene in front of her. They disappeared from sight once he let her in the door, and she chewed furiously on her dinner, reaching for the omnioculars. She rose them to her eyes, pressing down the small flutter of guilt racing through her.
She wasn't a stalker, she was just concerned. Maybe it wasn't quite the right way to go about things, but she did tend to have some rather creative solutions for certain problems. Always quite inside the boundaries of rules, but creative nonetheless. At least this way she could save him if the date turned disastrous. What if Lola was a spy sent from Harry who had accidentally found out about him being her neighbour? Alright, now her excuses were getting ridiculous. The point was; She wasn't a stalker. She was just a concerned and caring friend.
Through the omnioculars she had a prefect view of the two lovebirds standing in his living room. She immediately regretted not installing a bug, as she could see them talk, but couldn't make out a single word. She would definitely have to learn to read lips if he was going to keep this dating game up. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Lola step towards the comfortable chairs by the fire, and her mind quickly revisited the night she had been seated in that very chair pouring her heart out. She ignored the twinge it caused, and consentrated on the elegant movements of that damn perfect blonde.
Why did Miranda always have to be right? They did look amazing together, and it infuriated her even further. Who was this girl to just march in and look like she was made to be with him? Not that Hermione cared, obviously. It was just slightly annoying, that's all. She clutched harder onto her omnioculars as she watched the date progressing. The two were soon seated for dinner, a meal Hermione knew for a fact he had made himself. She watched them keep light conversation, talking easily back and forth. It seemed to be going disturbingly well. When he actually laughed merrily at something Lola said, Hermione knew she could no longer follow the date with the pretense of saving him if it went wrong.
With a small sigh, she put the omnioculars down on the table, before grabbing her now empty plates. She rose and turned her back to the view to his house as she headed into the kitchen with the dirty dishes. They were dropped unceremoniously into the kitchen sink and she sunk against it, suppressing the depressing thoughts threatening to make themselves known. She glanced over to her kitchen door where the photograph of her hung, slightly leaning to the right.
