The Dying Flower

29|Promise

Everyone starred at her and Draco as they walked down the hall from Ancient Runes to Defense Against the Dark Arts together. Many whispers and small scoffs were heard.

Only a few days have past since Hermione, Ginny, Valentine, Harry and Draco saw the writing on the wall.

Hermione ponder on the words that made her question many things.

Harry, being the caring person he is, told Draco to not leave Hermione's side, because the person,who wrote those words, can attack at any moment. Hermione protested on Harry's words, she can protect herself,but no matter what she said Draco was by her side.

"Still mad that I need to protect you?" Draco asked with a smirk, as he opened the door for her.

"I don't need protecting," Hermione grumbled and walked to the front desk, much to her dislike he sat next to her.

"Well Potter said and I quote 'Ferret if you don't protect Hermione from who ever wrote the message on the wall I'll kill you'. Wait now that I say it out loud it sounds like a command."

"Well I command you to stop protecting me."

"Sorry your highness I can't do that or else Potter will have my head."

"This isn't Alice in Wonderland, Draco, and Harry wouldn't cut off your head. He would just kill you on the spot."

"That just makes me feel better, thanks Hermione."

"Sarcasm will get you nowhere."

"I made it this far."

Hermione rolled her eyes and hoped that the snake of a teacher will show up to get her distracted from Draco. Everyone walked in, but still no Professor. Hermione took a deep breath and looked at Draco, who was already staring at her.

"Yes, Granger, need something?"

Hermione frowned."First my name is Hermione. Second why are you staring at me and third where to you think Chevalier is?"

He only smirked and leaned back in his chair." Okay Hermione, first I can stair at any one I want and second to answer your question I don't care."

Hermione grabbed her Defense Against the Dark Arts book and hit him with it."School," smack", is," smack," import,"smack," you,"smack," mimwited ferret."

"Your highness you're going to make me bruised."

"Only harry can call me highness," Hermione said ready to hit him again.

"Oh I see you have favorites."

"What? Jealous?" Hermione cooed with a fake sad face.

"Never," Draco said though a smirk.

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked down at her blank parchment. She played with her quill in her hands, still waiting for Professor Chevalier.

"Hermione," Draco said softly, making her stop play with her quill.

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes you can but no you may not."

Draco rolled his eyes. "May I ask you something?"

Hermione smiled."Yes you may."

"Can I give you a nickname?"

"Um..sure....isn't that what friends do. We give each other nicknames," Hermione said awkwardly expecting him to ask something else.

He beamed at her."Okay your nickname will be....Hermi."