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A/N: Hey guys! I’m sorry once again for the delayed update. I wasn’t aware that HPFF was closing over the holidays, the original time I planned on updating. But, here is the sixteenth chapter, and only three more left! I wanted to say thanks for all the reviews, suggestions, and corrections that you’ve all sent in. I know many of you mentioned my problem with the tenses. The thing is, when I’m writing, I don’t really realize that, so I’m really sorry. I’ll try my best to fix it now, as I have no time to edit the whole story, and it’s too late to get a beta. And please keep in mind that I’m only fourteen. Thanks! :D

P.S. I Love You
Chapter 16-Hermione’s Decision

Later that night, Hermione lay in her bed, tired after what seemed to be such an eventful and awfully long day, with her decision already made. She was willing to give Draco Malfoy a chance but only if he promised to be the guy from the letters. And until Malfoy shows his face, she didn’t need to talk to him. But alas, that plan didn’t work out, as she suddenly heard a knock on her door.

“Come in,” Hermione said, already knowing who it was.

The door opened and revealed Malfoy still in his school uniform at this late hour. He offered her a smile.

“Hey,” he said silently.

“Hey,” Hermione greeted back, and gave him a small smile.

“Are you still mad at me?” Malfoy asked hopefully.

“I’m talking to you aren’t I?” Hermione replied.

Malfoy gave a sheepish grin.

“Look, I just wanted to apologize for everything that I did that made you upset earlier. I realized too late that what I did was probably shocking a tad bit overwhelming for you. I had no right whatsoever to do even half of the things I did. I’m really sorry.” He said all in one breath.

“It’s alright,” Hermione said, half laughing. “Listen, I wanted to apologize too. It was a bit rude that while you were pouring your heart and soul on me, I just gave you a cold shoulder.”

“It’s okay, I believe you have the right to do so anyway. You had every right to overreact. After all, your lifetime enemy just confessed his undying love for you,” he replied.

Hermione gave a light chuckle. A brief silence passed between them. Hermione glanced over at Malfoy and stared deeply into his eyes.

“I’ve made my decision,” she stated.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. I’m willing to give you a chance. But, only if you can prove to me that the guy behind those letters is present somewhere deep inside of you,” she replied.

“And how exactly do I do that?” he asked.

“I don’t know. You’ll come up with something, right?” Hermione stated playfully.

A devious look passed over Malfoy’s face before a smirk popped up. He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. This time around, Hermione kissed him back.

“How was that?” he asked.

“I think it was a bit rusty,” she answered with a smile, “besides, doing it three times does not prove anything to me.”

“Well, that’s too bad isn’t it?”

“Yes it is.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to show you some other time, yes?”

“I guess so.”

“Alright then, good night.”

“Good night.”

And he left her room, leaving Hermione confused more than ever. She sometimes wished that boys came with a manual. Maybe then, life wouldn’t be so hard.

For the next week, Malfoy and Hermione returned back to their normal state, being close friends, teasing each other, working together, and occasionally fighting. She hasn’t told any of her friends her decision to give Malfoy a chance. All they know is that they’re back to being normal now. This whole time, Malfoy was preparing his proof to Hermione while she was just waiting for him to make the initial move.

Hermione woke up bright and early on the morning of February 14th, Valentine’s Day to the sound of tapping on her window. It was yet another exotic bird, inevitably from Malfoy, with a scarlet envelope on its beak.

The letter read:

Dear Hermione,

Please meet me at the lake once again this evening at the same time, same spot as last time. I’ll be waiting.


Hermione suddenly became gleeful at the thought of Malfoy’s surprise. She somehow expected him to come up with something for Valentine’s Day. But, seeing his letter made her day brighter.

With that, Hermione got dressed in muggle clothing, as it was a Saturday, and a Hogsmeade weekend, and got down to breakfast. She went down to the Great Hall and seated herself in between Ron and Harry, across from Ginny at the Gryffindor table.

“Good morning Harry, Ron, Ginny,” she greeted cheerfully.

“Good morning ‘Mione,” Harry replied.

“Any plans today?” Ron asked, his face a bit red.

“No, nothing. Well, for today anyway. I was planning on” Hermione paused, and thought of a plausible lie, “doing my homework early tonight. Why?”

Ron’s face got even redder, “Oh you know, I was just wondering.”

“Are you sure about that Ron?” Ginny asked, “I thought you were about to ask Hermione out to Hogsmeade, today being Valentine’s Day and all.”

Ron’s face turned beet red. “Oh shut your mouth, Ginny. No one asked you.”

Hermione gave a small smile. “What about you, Ginny? Any plans for today?”

Ginny’s eyes sparkled. “Oh yes, Harry and I are going to Madame Puddifoot’s.”

“Oh, well that’s nice,” Hermione said and wiggled her eyebrows at Ginny who laughed. It was Harry’s turn to turn red.

“What about you Ron?”

“I… well, if you want to, we can go to Hogsmeade together…if you like.”

“Yes, that would be fine,” Hermione said, and grabbed a piece of toast and buttered it before she spread strawberry jelly onto it.

All four were eating their breakfast quietly until Harry chose to break the silence with a question.

“Hermione, whatever did you decide to do with Malfoy?”

Hermione almost choked on her toast. She grabbed her goblet and drank some pumpkin juice before replying.

“Oh, I just decided to,” she paused, preparing to lie again, “go back to being friends with him.”

“That’s good; I don’t really want you to be with Malfoy. You know how he is, he might hurt you,” Harry replied full of concern.

“And there’s nothing more important to us than you, ‘Mione,” Ron added.

“Well, thank you for the concern, but you know I can take care of myself,” Hermione said, already feeling guilty.

“We know, but we’ll just always be here for you okay?” Harry said.

Hermione nodded. All four of them finished eating their breakfast and went in line to the carriages that will take them to Hogsmeade. When it was their turn, all four clambered up the carriage and away they went to Hogsmeade.

When they got there, Ginny and Harry went off their separate way and Hermione and Ron were left together.

“So where do you want to go?” Ron asked.

“Well, I was hoping to hit Scrivenshaft's first. I need a few quills and ink pots; I’m running out of them already.”

“Alright then.”

So, for an hour, Hermione and Ron went to Scrivenshaft's, browsing the aisles for inkpots and quills, gazing at the most expensive and elaborated ones. After getting everything she needed, Hermione and Ron decided to go to Zonko’s. They spent two hours there, after Ron got hooked onto the muggle contraption called a Whoopee Cushion, tested it with many people, talked to the salesman about it for such a long time, dug up his money from just about every pocket in his clothes, and finally bought it. For lunch, they decided to head over to the Three Broomsticks where they ate a lunch that consisted of beef and kidney pie, butterbeer, and a dessert of pumpkin pasties.

After lunch, they both decided to make one last stop at Honeydukes. They both bought oodles and oodles of candy, from blood lollipops to sugar quills. Then, they called it a day.

They arrived to the castle shortly after two in the afternoon. Ron decided to go to the Gryffindor Common Room, where Ginny and Harry already were, while Hermione decided to go up to her dormitory, with the excuse of Head duties. She spent the rest of the afternoon in her dormitory doing her Potions homework, a two-foot long essay on Amortentia, of all things.

When late afternoon arrived, she headed down to the Great Hall, down the front steps of Hogwarts and into the lake. She saw Draco standing near the tree they met up at last time, a white rose in his hand.

“Hello there,” he said smirking, handing her the rose, “I’m glad you showed up.”

Hermione smiled. “Well, I’m still waiting to be amazed.”

“Oh right. You wanted proof right?”

“Yes. You think you could give it to me?”

“Since this,” he started, and kissed her, “didn’t work I thought I’d try something else. What do you think?”

It was Hermione’s turn to smirk. “Well, it doesn’t work, but I believe I’ll have another.”

He kissed her again. This was starting to get interesting. He pulled back, grabbed her hand and started walking toward the water. The sun had set completely and the sky was getting darker and darker.

“Malfoy, where are we going?” Hermione asked a bit frightened.

“First of all, it’s Draco to you now. Second, it’s a secret. Now come on,” he replied.

A rowboat appeared out of nowhere and they climbed onto it. They sat opposite of each other, with Hermione facing the castle and Draco on the other side with his back to it. Draco started rowing in the direction of what seemed to be nowhere.

Hermione opened her mouth but Draco beat her to it. “Don’t even bother asking where we’re going because I won’t tell you.”

“How do you know I was going to ask that? What if I was just about to ask how your day went?”

“Then I’m going to reply that it went horrible. Pansy was at my heels the whole day. She even had the audacity to drag me into Madame Puddifoot’s. I don’t think she quite understands the fact that we’re over.”

“Aw, you poor little baby.”

“Oh you mock me now. You have no idea how irritating Pansy can get. She’s like… like gravity or… your parents. No matter how hard you try to get away from it, it just keeps pulling back.”

Hermione laughed at his comparison. “Nice example.”

“Why thank you. I’ll have you know I’m quite talented,” he stated. A moment of silence fell upon them and Draco kept on rowing until finally, he came to a halt.

“Ah, here we are.”

Hermione looked around to see that there was a clearing to left of where she was facing. In the small clearing was a small pond that was probably about fifty feet in diameter.

“I didn’t know there was such a place here,” she said, bemused.

“Well, it is magical,” he said.

“Now, what are we supposed to be doing out here?” she asked; she had a haunch on what they were about to do.

“Well, I’m about to break fifty different school rules and you’re about to get your proof,” he said half-amused, his gray eyes twinkling in the dark night.

“Please, don’t let me bother you. Get started,” Hermione replied.

Draco started by conjuring about ten lanterns that illuminated the clearing better. Hermione saw that it wasn’t as big as she originally thought. There were a few bushes and small trees here and there; only enough to cover them. Then, Draco performed a spell, foreign to Hermione which seemed to drop the temperature around them without making her feel cold. Next, he pointed his wand to the pond, and wordlessly, made it freeze completely. Finally, he conjured some ice skating shoes and looked up.

“I’m guessing you already know what we’re doing?” he asked her.

“Ice skating.”

He gave a slight nod.

“Isn’t ice skating a muggle activity?” she asked him.

“Yes, but no one said we magical folk are limited only to magical activities,” he replied with a smirk. He moved away from her and grabbed the bigger pair of shoes. He removed his loafers and put on the ice skating shoes. Hermione followed suit. Together, they started circling the rink.

“I have to admit, I’ve never done this before,” Draco said.

“Then why choose it as our activity for tonight?”

“Because I thought it’d just add more…sentimental value to your proof. All part of that sacrifice thing which leads to me doing anything for you as a proof that I’m really serious about you.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“I know.”


Draco gave a chortle. And on they went for hours on end, circling and tumbling, gliding and falling, with small puffs of smoke in the air from their breaths.

After about two hours, Draco was finally got the hang of it. Why he could easily fly and not ice skate was beyond Hermione. Draco and Hermione were circling the rink one last time, as they both decided it was getting late, when they both fell. Draco was underneath a very flustered Hermione. First came laughter then awkwardness. For some weird reason, Hermione didn’t want to get off of him. So he took advantage of it and kissed her again. It was sweet and charming, not at all rushed and aggressive. He was first to pull back.

“You want to head back now and go to my room?”

“So you could take advantage of me? No!” Hermione exclaimed and got up.

“Women; why are you always so quick to assume we’re taking advantage of you?” he asked.

“Because you’re Draco Malfoy,” she replied, angry.

“Come on, do you want to? It’s really cold out here anyway,” he said suggestively.

“Oh alright.”

So they went back on the rowboat, rowed all the way back to the castle and went up to their private quarters. They haven’t spoken in a little while so Draco decided to speak up.

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever known someone who is as pretty or smart as you are,” he complimented.

“Is that what you say to every woman that comes into your room or should I feel special?” she teased.

“I was only trying to state the obvious,” Draco defended.

“Well, thank you.”

They went inside his room and Hermione was surprised to see he had changed everything and made it appear like a restaurant filled with red, white, and pink hearts, a small round table with two chairs in the middle. A faint French song could be heard in the background and the sound of a small waterfall.

“I figured since we missed dinner, we could eat it over here.”

“Aw. Thank you. I’m sorry for thinking you were planning something else,” she said, her eyes were pleading.

“It’s alright. Shall we?” he asked, his arm extended. She took it and he seated her into one of the chairs and sat opposite her.

“Now, if this still isn’t enough to convince you that I am serious about you, then I don’t what to do next.”

“No, I think it will suffice. Thank you, Draco, this has got to be the sweetest thing, things, anyone has ever done for me.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, while food appeared on their plates. Some scrumptious smelling flat iron steaks showed up in from of them with a side of Arugula salad with lemon vinaigrette dressing. He took hold of his goblet of pumpkin juice and lifted it, and made a toast.

“To Valentine’s Day, a waste of time for single people, but the most anticipated day of the year for couples deeply in love.”

“To Valentine’s Day,” Hermione replied and laughed silently. She almost choked on the pumpkin juice.

So, for the next hour, they sat talking about anything and everything from their pasts to their pet peeves to their favorite foods to how they clip their toenails. It wasn’t until Hermione realized the late hour that they stopped talking.

“Oh gosh! It’s almost midnight! I think I should get going,” she exclaimed, a chocolate-covered strawberry in her hand.

“Yes, it is getting late,” Draco said, nodding his head, “Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. Let me walk you… to your door.”

They shared a short laugh. They both got up and headed for his door.

“Will you need any help cleaning your room? I’m willing to stay a bit longer and help clean up,” Hermione asked politely.

“No, it’s quite fine,” Draco reassured, “I can just do this.” With that said, he flicked his wand and the whole room went back to normal.

“Oh right,” Hermione laughed.

They walked down his staircase across the small hall and up Hermione’s staircase until they reached her door.

“I had a lot of time tonight Draco. Thank you. I don’t think anyone has done or said so many sweet things to me in such a long time.”

“You’re welcome Hermione. I had a lot of fun too. Besides, like I said, I’d pretty much do anything for you.”

“Well, good night.”

“Good night.”

Hermione turned for her door, opened it and was half-way in when Draco called.

“Hermione?” he called.

“Yes?” she asked, and turned around to face him.

“That wasn’t romantic enough.” With that said he grabbed her and kissed her again. They were both getting used to it and wouldn’t mind a dozen more.

They broke apart and Hermione laughed.

“You are quite the charmer, you know that?” she told him, very much amused.

“Yes, so I’ve heard. Okay, I’m good. Good night,” he said hugging her and giving her a peck in the forehead.

“Good night Draco.”

Hermione went in, closed her door and got dressed for bed. She laid down to rest and fell asleep right away, happy, appreciated and content for once in such a long time.

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