I was still lying awake even though it was long past midnight. I’d read ‘Hogwarts; A History’ twice already that night, but one thing was still on my mind. Draco Malfoy. Foul, lying, evil… but for some reason I found myself wanting him. I was in my fifth year, and earlier that evening Draco had asked me if I wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him on Valentines day. Thing is I already had plans. Grumbling, I rolled out of bed and pulled a jumper on over my Pyjamas and slipped my pair of worn out trainers on. I slipped silently into the boys dorm and snatched Harry’s invisibility cloak and marauders map. Once out of the common room I snuck down into the grounds, negotiating my way round Filch and Snape. Then I realised another figure heading the same way as me, Malfoy. Still under the cloak I followed him down to the edge of the forest, where he sat against a tree. He looked frustrated, like he hadn’t slept. Suddenly he cast a jinx at a nearby tree, sending it crashing down. I gasped loudly.
“Whose there?” Draco demanded, standing up with his wand at the ready. I tried to sneak away, but a twig cracked loudly beneath my feet. Draco swivelled round to face me, that was when I realised the cloak wasn’t quite covering my feet. I tried to hide them but he’d already spotted me. I watched his hand reach towards the cloak and froze. He tugged at the cloak, revealing my messy hair and tired eyes. Now it was his turn to gasp. “Hermione?” He asked, pointlessly.
“Draco.” I mumbled as a greeting, slumping against a tree. Malfoy sat down beside me and we watched the sun rise over Hagrid’s hut in silence. I leant my head on Draco’s shoulder and let him put his arm round me. In that moment everything seemed okay. We forgot that he was Slythetin and I was Gryffindor, we forgot that he was Pureblood and I was… Mudblood, we forgot that his father was a death eater and my best friend was the boy who lived. In that moment we were just us. “I love you.” I murmured, looking up at his handsome face. A single strand of blonde hair had fallen across his face and he smiled.
“Love you too.” He whispered, kissing my forehead. I snuggled into him as I drifted off to sleep, everything was okay now.
We were woken up only a couple of hours later by Hagrid. After begging him not to tell a soul, we ran up to the castle hand in hand. I checked the marauders map to make sure his path was clear for him.
“Hermione!” He called as I ran down the corridor.
“Yes?” I breathed, turning to see what he wanted. He ran up to me and checked no one could see, even though he knew we were alone. Then he bent down and kissed me on the lips, holding me close to him.
“See you round!” he called as he dashed off. I stood for a few seconds feeling dazed before I noticed Filch moving closer on the map. I quickly grabbed the cloak and rushed back up to the commen room. It was only 6am, and on a Saturday morning no one was ever awake that early so I put the Map and cloak back in Harry’s trunk, before curling up in bed for another couple of hours sleep
I was woken up, for the second time that morning, to the sound of Lavender and Katie cooing over a small black owl. Next to the owl was a small envelope with a symbol I recognised on the seal. An ‘M’ spelt as a snake was clearly visible on the bottle green wax. The Malfoy symbol. I sat up in excitement
“Hey Sleepyhead!” Katie grinned “An owl came for you!” Katie handed me the envelope and went back to stroking the owl.
“Whose bird is it?” Lavender asked, I shrugged tearing the envelope open. “He’s sweet.” She observed, but I didn’t care. I unfolded the fresh parchement.
Hermione,
Meet me at the place, 9pm. By the way, I don’t mean it.
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Harry Potter-Short Stories
Teen FictionA Series of Short Headcannons about Harry Potter.
