Now to anyone else this wouldn’t be a big deal but to those that knew her, they knew she wasn’t one to get very confused. After all, they don’t call her the brightest witch of her age for nothing. She was always trying to find a logical explanation for everything she encountered and dealt with it accordingly.
But this had her stumped.
Every week her parents would send many sweets to her to share with her friends. While they were dentists and protested excessive amounts of candy, they trusted she was responsible enough not to use them in excessive amounts. They also knew that Hermione’s friends enjoyed sweets very much so they felt no guilt in sending so much. It was a sweet gesture that Hermione looked forwards to every week but this week, however, she had put the sweets in a bowl in the Heads Common Room so that others were free to have some and the next morning they were gone.
She hadn’t even had any of her friends in the Common Room since putting this week’s batch there. So where could it have gone?
Hermione was contemplating this staring at the empty bowl when the Head Boy came out from his room. His blond hair still wet from just taking a shower as he cheerfully bounded down the steps.
“Good morning Hermione,” Draco Malfoy said.
“Good morning, Draco,” she said, “you wouldn’t happen to know what happened to the sweets my parents sent me, would you?”
He paused mid-stride, looked at the empty bowl and pretended to think hard. “Nope, not a clue,” Draco said shrugging before continuing in the room with a spring in his step.
It was a shock to Hermione when she found out that she would have to share the Head Dorms with Draco. It really did make sense why he was chosen as Head Boy, so she shouldn’t have been surprised. He was second only to her in their year and earned the position just as much as she did. Hermione was so worried about it that she almost went to McGonagall on the verge of asking to be demoted to Prefect. The more she thought about it though, the she decided that she’d worked too long and hard to get to be the Head Girl so she wasn’t going to give it up so easily. So, they put up with each other as neither was willing to back down and they eventually became somewhat friends.
“Well you seem to be in an awfully good mood today,” Hermione commented
“You’re right, as usual. I am in a fantastic mood today,” Draco said plopping down on one of the couches by the fireplace.
“May I ask why?” Hermione said amused. While she did find him a lot more pleasant to be around, it was still rare to catch him in a particularly good mood.
“Because, dearest Hermione, today is the day that I am going to ask out that girl I told you about to Hogsmeade this weekend,” he said grinning.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Hermione said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
As they were getting closer and trusting each other more, Draco confided -or more like Hermione caught on and he confessed- that he had a secret crush on some mystery girl. He went on about how beautiful and smart and wonderful she was, though Draco refused to reveal her identity. At first Hermione was excited that he was trusting her enough to tell her something so personal, but couldn’t help feeling a pang in her chest. She hadn’t the slightest idea why until a few weeks ago while talking to her good friend Ginny Weasley.
Hermione has her own crush on the blond boy.
Still, she wouldn’t allow it to show, he obviously didn’t feel the same as he was so occupied by this other woman. And why should I even hope for anything else? Just because we’re friends now doesn’t change that he’s Draco Malfoy and she’s Hermione Granger, they’d never work..
“Hey? Hermione?” Draco said bringing her out of her thoughts.
“Hm? Oh sorry, what were you saying?” Hermione said embarrassed.
“I was asking if you were alright, you kinda zoned out there,” he said with a charming smile that made her melt.
“Yeah I’m alright, just lost in thought I guess,” she explained.
“Ok,” Draco said before launching into all his different ideas of where to take this mystery girl. Hermione listened while secretly picturing him and herself going to do these activities, even if she knew they were never going to happen. “I don’t know, Hermione..maybe I’m getting my hopes too high,” he said sadly.
This snapped her back to reality. Draco Malfoy, aka sexiest boy at Hogwarts, worried about some girl rejecting him? She didn’t know whether to be proud he wasn’t being too egotistical or worried he’s gone mad.
“You’re not ill, are you?” Hermione teased.
“I mean it, Hermione. What if she says no?” He worried.
“Where’s that Malfoy confidence of yours? Of course she’ll say yes,” she told him encouragingly.
“I don’t know…after all I’ve done? Me and her haven’t had the best track record, I wouldn’t blame her,” Draco said looking at the fire.
“Draco Malfoy, do you care for this girl?” Hermione asked.
“I think I made that pretty clear,” he said rolling his eyes.
“Yes or no,” she said bossily.
“Yes,” Draco laughed.
“Do you think you could fall for her?” She asked.
Draco looked at her for a moment and thought about what she was asking. “Yes,” he said honestly.
“Then that’s all that matters. If she rejects you then that just means she isn’t the one who’s meant for you, you have proven that you’ve changed time and time again this year so if she can’t see that then thats her loss,” Hermione said firmly, “besides, would you rather go on without knowing how she’d answer? Without being able to say you tried?”
“You’re right, as always. I’m being silly aren’t I?” Draco said cracking a smile.
“Yes, yes you are,” she told him to which they both laughed.
There was a part of Hermione that selfishly wished this mystery girl would reject to his offer but another that wished she would agree, just so Hermione can see him happy. Only time could tell.
“So when are you going to tell me who this girl is?” Hermione asked him.
“After I ask her,” he promised with a twinkle in his eye.
“And when when will you be asking her?” Hermione asked.
“Not telling,” Draco said.
It was dinnertime in the Great Hall. Hermione was sitting at the Gryffindor table with Harry Potter along with Ron and Ginny Weasley while Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table with Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Daphne Greengrass. He’s been fiddling with his hands nervously the entire time, too anxious to eat anything.
“C'mon mate, why are you so worried? Who in Merlin’s name would reject you?” Theo said.
“Any girl that’s got a brain,” Blaise teased to which Daphne elbowed him, “ouch!..bloody woman…I mean, yeah what he said.”
“Really Draco, could you at least tell us who she is? It might be easier for us to help if we knew,” Daphne urged.
“No, you’ll find out soon enough. I don’t need help I..just need a minute,” Draco assured his closest friends.
“Dinner will be over soon, you’d better make it fast. Especially if you want to get something to eat,” Blaise said.
“Yeah, ok. Here I go,” Draco said more to himself than anyone else before standing up and striding across the Great Hall.
Right to the Gryffindor table.
He shook his head as if to rid himself of his nerves and show his famous Malfoy confidence as he got closer. As he approached, Draco could feel all the eyes on him but he paid them no mind.
Not until her eyes were on him.
Draco sat down next to her as if he did it everyday, and he had done this on occasion throughout the current year.
“Hey Hermione, you remember that girl I was telling you about?” Draco asked, knowing everyone within earshot would be listening.
“Yes..oh! Did you ask her? What did she say?” Hermione asked intrigued.
“No actually, I haven’t asked her yet,” Draco told her, “I’m kinda getting to that.”
“You’d better hurry if you want to do it today,” Hermione said.
“Yeah, I should,” Draco agreed. Hermione went back to her food, expecting him to go off and ask the girl, not wanting to see what would happen.
“Hermione,” Draco said trying to regain her attention.
“Yeah?” She said not looking up.
He gently put his hand on her chin and tilted her head to look at him. “Would you like to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” He asked.
“But I thought you were going with that mystery girl?” She said not piecing it together.
Draco sighed dramatically, “for the brightest witch of our age, you really can be . You’re the mystery girl. I’m asking you on a date to Hogsmeade.”
Her mouth dropped, along with almost everyone else’s. Everyone else was still getting used to the idea of Hermione and Draco being friends and now he was asking her on a date?
“Oh! Yes, yes of course!” Hermione said excitedly before crushing him in a hug.
Draco laughed, “and by the way, it was me who ate the candy from your parents,” he admitted in a whisper.
“It was you?” She exclaimed but somehow managed to keep the same volume.
“Yes, but don’t worry I’ll make it up to you,” he promised.
And Draco did just that. The first activity the two did together in Hogsmeade was go straight to Honeydukes and let Hermione pick out all the sweets she desired. Draco, of course, picked out many as well for himself and paid for all of it.
“Draco Malfoy, how many sweets did you buy? The whole shop?” Hermione said surprised.
“What can I say? I guess you could say I’ve got a sweet tooth,” Draco told her.
“That’s an understatement,” Hermione laughed.
They spend the rest of the day doing various things around the small town. Draco took her to a bookshop, the Three Broomsticks and anywhere else she wanted. Back in their Common Room they ate and exchanged their sweets while talking about their day.
All was well.