Coming together (Dramione)

Ch. 3

Hermione was feeling much better weeks after and her and Draco would meet up every evening to talk. That was very therapeutic to her of course. One evening Draco drove to her work to pick her up and gave her shopping bags he got. "Don't open those until we get somewhere I want to show you." Draco parked his car and grabbed a blindfold. "Do you trust me?"

Hermione nodded without hesitation, "of course."

Draco smiled and placed the blindfold over her eyes and helped her out of the car. They climbed the stairs and Hermione suddenly felt a nice breeze of air. Draco took off her blindfold and Hermione's eyes were wide open.

There was a makeshift tent with a bed filled with a mattress, pillows and blankets. Next to it there was a small picnic blanket and a basket. "Open the bags."

Hermione looked down and opened the bags. There was a beautiful dress in one, small heels that looked about five centimetres (2 inches) and in the last one silk black pyjamas. "These are beautiful Draco."

Draco smiled, "I just wanted to make this night memorable. I'm really glad you like them."

"You're always great at giving gifts." Hermione acknowledged.

"And you are so good at receiving them and not worrying about their prize."

Hermione shrugged, "I've gotten used to you doing that even if we did spend time apart."

Draco chuckled, "You should change into your new pyjamas then. I'm going to prepare the dinner. You can change in the tent."

Hermione nodded and went to change into the very comfortable pyjamas and found bunny slippers waiting for her in the tent. She laughed at the adorable detail and when she was done she met Draco in their little picnic area.

"I brought spaghetti!" Draco exclaimed.

"I love that."

They finished eating and Draco cleaned everything up. He changed into his pyjamas and laid down next to Hermione. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

Hermione turned to look at him, "I just feel really sad right now. I finally began to feel happy and comfortable but I don't have much time to enjoy."

Draco grabbed her hand gently, "I promise that I'm going to help you live longer. The world needs you. I need you here."

Hermione scooted close to him and sighed, "I have black magic in my heart. I was cursed and since it's an ancient curse there's no cure registered."

"We'll find a way. We're two of the smartest people, I'm sure we can do something but let's not worry about that now."

Hermione nodded, "You never did go to the ball you know? I'm still saving that dance for you."

"Let's fix that then Granger."

They stood up and Draco put music on before joining Hermione for their dance. Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and rested her jean on his chest. Draco placed his hands gently on her hips and began dancing with her.

Hermione knocked on his door gently but he didn't open. He stayed quiet and listened to her footsteps.

"I was really hoping you'd go. I don't know if you're asleep or not but I would've loved to dance with you." He heard Hermione sigh softly. "I left Ron on the dance floor to come look for you. I guess there's no point going back. Goodnight Draco."

He heard her footsteps going away, "goodnight Mione."

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A month passed and Draco couldn't get her out of his mind. He tried hard to ignore when his heart raced when she was around. She was just so smart and beautiful and kind.