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A/N: Hey guys! So sorry I haven’t updated in forever. I’ve been caught up with school and all the drama that comes with it! The one year anniversary of this story has come and gone without me updating! I’m so sorry! I will try to finish the story this summer. We will see. There’s not much left anyway. Anyways, here’s a new chapter. This one will be the cheesiest yet, I promise. And a fair warning: this chapter has way too much OOCness, but hey there’s a reason it’s a fanfic right? Hope you guys enjoy!



P.S. I Love You
Chapter 17 – I Love You

The days of February came and went and gave way to the beautiful days of March. Spring was coming. With it came the plants, trees, and flowers blooming, and so was Hermione and Draco’s relationship. They’ve officially been together for a few weeks without telling anybody but Ginny. They’ve decided not to inform anyone yet as it might cause some trouble, even though Harry and Ron already know about Malfoy’s letters.

Hermione and Draco’s relationship had been getting stronger. They spent the weeks of February getting to know each other, spending lots of quiet time alone, and just enjoying the presence of the other. Like a night they spent a few days into March, a few weeks after they’ve officially been an item.

Draco decided to surprise Hermione that night by showing up at their dormitories after dinner even after telling her he would be doing some homework in the library. She came in to find him lounging on their couch, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Why are you here? I thought you said you had to do that three-foot long Potions’ essay?” asked a very concerned Hermione.

“Oh you mean this?” Draco asked, unrolling a piece of parchment that was filled to the last inch with his neat and consistent handwriting. “I had extra time during my free hour.”

Hermione gave a mock surprised reaction, “you actually did an assignment during your free hour?”

“Yes, believe it or not your know-it-all-ness is rubbing off on me and I’m starting to organize my time. Thank god I don’t have that planner sickness yet!”

“Hey! Do not mock my great organizational skills; it’s actually very useful. Just compare how much more successful I am in school than you are,” replied Hermione with a smirk.

“Do you think I could borrow your planner for a minute? I want to add something to it,” Draco suddenly asked.

“Okay,” Hermione answered hesitantly drawing her planner from her book bag and giving the brown leather planner.

Draco took the planner, took a quill and dipped it in some ink, and started scribbling down something near the bottom of the left page. Then, he circled it, and gave it back to Hermione.

Hermione took it from him and read what he wrote, “‘date with Draco at eight-thirty by the Astronomy Tower.’ You’re not pulling one of those magical tricks again that could get us into trouble right?” She frowned.

“Don’t worry. I have it all figured out. We have our rounds at eight o’clock. If we were doing our rounds, we won’t be back for an hour and a half. So, the first thirty minutes or so, we really will start our rounds. But once we get to the Astronomy Tower, we’ll stop, stay there for an hour or two,” here Hermione gave him a sharp look, “or just one, we will go back here and pretend we had been doing our rounds that whole time.”

“Draco, I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“I know, and I won’t let you get in trouble. You trust me right?”

“I’m not sure,” Hermione answered him.

“We’re trust partners, remember?” Draco reminded her.

“Oh of course. Fine, but we have to be really careful okay? We’ll only stay there for forty-five minutes. Then we’ll go back here. And nothing like this ever again.”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

So, they went to do their rounds at eight o’clock, met up at the Astronomy Tower at around eight-thirty and sat at the tower’s cold stone floor.

“It’s freezing out here Draco!” Hermione exclaimed, her teeth clattering.

“Sorry, I’ll fix it,” Draco replied and did a hot air charm. “How’s that?”

“I’m still a bit cold.”

“Okay, here,” Draco said, taking off his coat and giving it to her.

“Draco, what are we doing here anyway?” Hermione asked, curious.

“Well, first of all, I wanted to show you my constellation,” he said pointing up at the sky. From where he was sitting, he laid down against the cold stone wall and made Hermione follow. She too lay against the stone wall, her head cradled in his shoulder.

“Draco, must I remind you that I have Astronomy with you, and therefore know all the constellations?”

“No, you don’t have to remind me. I just like to brag about the fact that I have a constellation named after me,” he said with a smirk.

“Excuse you, you were named after the constellation.”

“Well, yes. That, and because I wanted to show you this,” he said pulling out a piece of parchment.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a star certificate. It took me a lot of time, effort, and money, just to get those blasted muggles to give me this favor. But, I got it; I named a star after you,” he said, looking directly at her eyes.

Hermione’s eyes widened at his statement. “You did what?”

“Named a star after you?” Draco replied confused.

“Draco, why would you that? That’s… that’s too much,” Hermione replied aggravated.

“For you, nothing’s too much. I just wanted to show you how much I care; how much you mean to me.”

Hermione turned her head around and looked at him.

“Really? That’s sweet of you. I’m sorry for overreacting. I just… I just don’t think I deserve that much.”

“Well you do. To show you how much I care, I want to know all about you. Start from the beginning. Where you were born, how you grew up, who your friends were, how muggle life was, and everything I need to learn about you.”

“Okay. But I don’t think forty-five minutes is really going to cut it.”

“Then we’ll continue at our dormitory.”

Hermione gave a small smile.

“Shoot.”

“Well, I was born on September 19, 1979 to two dentists, those are muggle jobs for people who clean teeth…” and on she went with her story for the rest of the night until it was time to go back to their dormitories.

Upon reaching their dormitory, both laid down on their mauve couch, with Draco sprawled out and Hermione laying on his stomach on her side talking to him. After about two hours of Hermione just talking and Draco listening and occasionally commenting, she was finally done.

“That’s quite a bit of information to store in my tiny brain, huh?” Draco joked. “I don’t think I’ll be able to remember all that.”

“It’s quite alright. As long as you remember one thing…” Hermione replied to him.

“What would that be?”

“I hate, I mean loathe to the deepest extent, people men who cannot express what they feel. If you’ve got something to say, if you’re mad or sad, and you feel like crying, do not hold back. I know your parents taught you otherwise, but if it’s just us, don’t bottle up your emotions; it not only causes self destruction, but on others too. And please stop bothering Harry and Ron.”

Draco gave a smile, “the latter, I’m not so sure I could keep up with. But the other one, that one I can do. I feel comfortable enough around you to share what I feel with you.”

“That’s great to know.”

“Like right now, you make feel so nervous, and happy, and angry all at the same time. So nervous that I’m going to mess up and not do the right thing. I am so nervous to say what I feel because you might not understand me, not because you don’t want to, but because we’re speaking two different languages, I mean obviously not literally, but you know what I mean. I’m so happy that I finally have you; that you’re not just some dream that keeps haunting me, that cloud of what ifs and I should have’s. I need not worry about how I’ll interact with you in a way that won’t scare you but to give you a hint that I am very deeply attracted to you. I am angry because I still can’t fully tell you how I feel. I’m angry that I can never say what I planned in my mind to say. I’m angry that it took me this long to get to you. I’m angry at myself for falling this fast because I’m not sure you’re falling at the same speed. And I just… I love you.”

Hermione looked at him, trying to calculate what to say next.

“Well, if that wasn’t the perfect thing to say, I don’t know what is,” she said and kissed him. She moved her mouth close to his ear and whispered, “I love you too.”

They spent the rest of the night cuddling and giving each other small kisses until they fell asleep.

The next morning, as Hermione was sitting in Potions class, writing down notes, a scarlet note flew over to her. She opened it and read:

Are you aware of the fact that there are exactly ten things I hate about you? I mean it drives me crazy, just thinking about them. Here I am, just about the most perfect being on the entire planet and my one and only had to be you. The most perfect imperfect person who has ten imperfections. It doesn’t even make sense. It’s simply because you’re just the best damn thing. The missing piece to my puzzle. No, you won’t know what they are just yet. But you’ll find out soon enough.

P.S. I Love You.

She turned around to where Draco was sitting and he gave her a wink. Ron who was very oblivious to everything around him except when it came to Hermione noticed.

“What’s going on with you and Malfoy, Hermione?” he asked.

“Nothing, Ronald. Malfoy and I are just heads dealing with school matters,” she replied, slightly irritated.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, okay. Even if there was something, anything, it would be none of your business!”

“Is there a problem over there Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger?” Snape questioned.

“No sir,” Hermione and Ron replied.

They remained quiet for the rest of Potions Class until the bell rang and signaled its end. Ron and Hermione stood up from their seats and met up with Harry at the door to the classroom. The trio headed for the Great Hall as it was lunchtime. Upon getting there, Hermione sat down on the bench, and Harry took the seat to her right. Usually, Ron would sit to her left but today, he decided to sit next to Ginny, who has to Harry’s right.

“Are you and Ron having another row? What is it that he did this time?” Harry asked Hermione after seeing what Ron did.

“It’s nothing Harry, honestly. Ron’s just decided to become his usual selfish, over-protective self and assume that something’s going on between Malfoy and I just because I gave him a short, millisecond glance in Potions,” Hermione argued in one breath.

Harry gave her a suspicious look, “Well, to tell you the truth, it’s not just Ron who’s very suspicious these days. I’m being suspicious too. You seem awfully civil towards Malfoy. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are insults but they’re not full of malice; they’re almost empty. And, you seem to be spending less and less time with us. I know, I know, they’re probably head duties, but I’m just telling you how Ron and I see it.”

“Harry, you’ve got to believe me, there is nothing going on. You guys are my best friends, you’d be the first I’d tell it all to,” Hermione lied through her teeth.

Harry let it drop at that. Both of them ate their lunches quietly for the rest of lunch period.

Although it bothered Hermione greatly that she is lying to her best friends, she knew or rather convinced herself that it was for the best. If ever Harry or Ron found out that she was with Malfoy, they’d kill him first and probably move on to her. They would never forgive her for betraying them, and being in love with the enemy. It was practically a mortal sin. They weren’t supposed to be together in the first place. They’re not meant to be; they come from opposing ends of the spectrum. If her friends and his family found out, let alone the rest of the Wizarding World, a second war would break out, and they would both probably end up dead.

Later that night, Hermione ignored all the confused feelings in her mind and in her heart be washed away by giving Draco her full attention. He was currently cuddled next to her, attempting to find her ticklish spot, which is practically anywhere, everywhere.

“I don’t have a ticklish spot,” Hermione half screamed, half giggled, Draco tickling her on her sides.

“Apparently,” Draco said with a huge smirk, “you don’t have any because you’re whole body’s a ticklish spot!” With that said, he started attacking the spot where her neck meets her collarbone.

Hermione giggled in glee, “Draco, stop. Stop! STOP!”

“Okay fine, I’ll stop,” Draco announced, “just for you.”

“Thank you,” Hermione said breathless.

“But first,” Draco began, pursing his lips and jutting it forward, signaling Hermione for a kiss.

“Gosh. You’re so cheesy and cheap,” Hermione laughed, but gave him a peck anyway. That small peck on the lips then became a make out session. Unfortunately, they didn’t notice that the portrait to their dormitory was opening.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?” Harry and Ron demanded at the same time.

Draco and Hermione separated themselves and jumped ten feet apart from each other.

“Harry, Ron, it’s not… it is what you think,” Hermione began.

“HERMIONE! YOU JUST TOLD ME THIS MORNING THAT NOTHING WAS GOING ON! YOU LIED TO ME!” Harry screeched, steam practically coming out of his awfully red face.

“Harry, let me explain,” Hermione started.

“Let you explain? That what? That you lied to your best friends about having a relationship with this two-faced bastard? You’re not like this Hermione! He’s changed you, and you have no clue that he did. How could you this to us?” Harry retorted and with an evil look sent to Malfoy’s way, stormed out of the dormitory.

“Harry!” Hermione tried to call him back. She saw that Ron was still standing in the doorway. She faced him and said, “Go ahead, go give me a lecture too. I deserve it. Just please, hurry it up so I can more quickly start on wallowing in self pity.”

“No.”

Hermione looked up. “What?”

“No, I won’t do that. Can I talk to you Hermione, alone?”

She nodded. Draco stood up from the couch they were occupying and went to his bedroom. Ron took his seat. He looked sick and pale and red all at once. Hermione waited.

“I can’t believe that I’m about to say this, now of all the times I’ve imagined in my head. I… I love you Hermione. I believe I always have. And I don’t just mean in a brotherly sort of way. I mean head over heels; you’re the one for me, crazy, desperately, hopelessly, madly in love with you. I was just… I never had the courage to tell you how I felt. Funny, considering I’m in Gryffindor.

“I always convinced myself that the opportunity never presented itself, or that it was bad timing. But the truth is, I was, still am afraid of rejection. In my selfishness not to get hurt, I sacrifice my heart and what I feel, keep it bottled up and end up hurting myself twice as much as I should have.

“But I can’t keep it in much longer; it’s not fair to me, and not fair to you. Hermione, if you love Malfoy, I mean not just some crazy infatuation, some desperate lust, the kind of love that lasts years, where you’re willing to compromise, where he’s all you ever think about, he’s the air that you breathe, your moon and sun, and practically your world, then go be with him. I may not know a lot but I do know that it's better to take a risk and tell someone how you really feel than to spend the rest of your life being haunted by what ifs. If he makes you happy, and you love him the way I love you, then go be with him.

“You’ve no idea how much it hurts to say this, but I’m willing to be the good friend. Because love means learning how to let go; and sometimes if you care about someone enough, you have to think of them first. And if I can’t get my happy ending, then the least I could do is help you get yours.”

Hermione was shocked. She had a feeling that Ron liked her, but she underestimated just how strongly he felt for her.

“Ron, you know I love you too, but not in that way. You… That’s the best thing anyone’s ever done for me. I don’t think I can thank you enough. It was very thoughtful and courageous of you to say that. If this decision to be with Malfoy ends up being the wrong decision, I wouldn’t care. Because even if I get nothing out of it, I at least know that I have the best friend in the whole wide world, who I can always count on. I’m sorry for not telling you. I was just… I was scared of what you will do to him and me. I didn’t want to get you and Harry into trouble. You do enough of that to yourselves.”

“Hermione,” Ron cut in, “you don’t have to explain. It’s okay. I get it. You were too scared, too confused of the fact that you actually let yourself fall in love with Malfoy. It’s all so foreign. Let me handle Harry okay? Don’t worry, I won’t beat up Malfoy. Not yet, not until he hurts you, which, if he really loves you, he won’t, better not do, if he still wants to be a man.”

Ron hugged Hermione and stood up from the mauve couch. He was about to leave the dormitory through the portrait hole when Hermione spoke.

“Ron,” she said, catching up to him, “thank you. For everything. You know I love you right?”

“Yes, I know,” he said while hugging her. “I love you too,” he said, his having a whole other meaning than hers.



A/N: Tada! There it is! Hope you guys enjoyed. Please review!

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