(A/N) I L O V E Y O U, S O, S O M U C H
Loves,
~ Iresine

Hermione

     The first thing I did after I finished lunch was rush to the hospital wing.

     I know, so weird, since my worst enemy since, like, forever was there.

     Well, plot twist on you, I came there because my worst enemy since forever was there.

     I found him moved to a cot in the far corner, away from all the noise, with his back to me. I didn't know if he was sleeping or not.

     Remember what you came here for. I reminded myself. I opened my mouth, but he suddenly turned around.

     "Granger! What a surprise," he said, sitting up.

     "I-I-I-" For some weird reason, the words caught in my throat. I cleared it awkwardly, looking anywhere in the room but those silver eyes.

     "Alright, spit it out." he said, "What did you come here for?"

     I took a deep breath. "I came here to say I'm sorry. For hitting you with a door."

     "You've already said that yesterday."

     "Well, yeah, but I just feel really bad. It was an accident, I didn't see you! That must've really hurt though, like you were bleeding all over the place, it was so terrible, like that could have given you some permanent brain damage or something, an-"

     "Hey hey hey! It's okay. Look, I'm mostly better now." He grinned, pointing at his face, and I noticed that he only had a faint black eye and a scratch near his nose, but otherwise, he looked completely normal. I also noticed how dazzling his smile was. It was almost like Lockhart's-

     "Oh, shoot! Class is in twenty minutes!" I exclaimed, beginning to panic a little. Never in my life had I been late for class. I'd hate to break my streak now!

     "So? That's plenty of time to get there," he said, turning around to fluff a pillow and prop it behind his back.

     "But you need to come too!" I blurted out.

     "Why?" he asked.

     "Uhm, I want you to come because, well, if you get bad grades, I can't help but think it's all my fault," I said, looking at the ground.

     "Well, I suppose..." he looked at Madam Pomfrey, who was sitting in a chair reading. She gave us a thumbs up without looking up from her book. Slowly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and wobbly stood up.

     I gave a small "oof" when he stumbled and grabbed my shoulders for balance. We looked into each other's eyes, and I... I...

     He was the first to look away, blinking and taking his hands off my shoulders. "Sorry," he mumbled before taking a few shaky steps towards the door. I sighed, but I wasn't sure if it was because of his stupidity or because those grey eyes just swallowed me whole. I chose to believe the first one.

     "Hey, do you even know where you're going?" I called after his retreating back. Draco stopped. I rolled my eyes. "Here, follow me."

     "It's Defense Against the Dark Arts, with the new teacher," I explained as we walked down the corridor. He couldn't exactly walk fast, so I was forced to slow down. We'll make it on time though, according to my calculations.

     He groaned. "With that Lockhart guy? Something tells me that DADA won't be good this year."

     I gaped. "Have you read his books? He's so brave! And his look- I mean, adventures, are fantastic! Not to mention he's an incredible writer. Such thrilling reads."

     Draco snorted. "Seems too good to be true to me. And he's so egotistical! All he does is talk about himself. And the ratio of words to pictures of him smiling is about 1:20."

     "Well, one can't always be humble if they've been through the things he's been through," I said, looking at a clock, then back at my schedule. Ten more minutes.

     "Wait, why did you draw hearts all around Lockhart's classes?" Draco asked, peering over my shoulder. I folded the paper shut, trying to push down the heat in my cheeks.

     "I was embellishing my schedule by making decorative borders, but I had to end the process for it was time to get to the next lesson," I said quickly, shoving the piece of parchment back into my bag.

     "I'm just going to pretend that I understood that." he chuckled, and I couldn't help but smile too. Merlin, happiness is so fricking contagious.

     But there was no time for that. How did our conversation take five whole minutes?? It was only, like, a few sentences! Sometimes I wonder why Father Time hates me so much. We have to hurry, darn it! I grabbed Draco's hand and hurried to the classroom, and arrived before everyone else. Wow, I'm fast. Gilder- I mean, Professor Lockhart came out of a room in a nothing but a bathrobe and slippers and grinned at us, showcasing those brilliant teeth that I could swear glowed in the dark.

     "Ah! Welcome! You're a tad bit early, I'm afraid. I'm still working on Contemplations About How Beautiful I Am, my autobiography that I'll release sometime soon! Please take a seat. And no public shows of affection in my class, please." he winked and went back into his room.

     I blinked, then looked down. Merlin! I didn't realize that I had grabbed his hand. When I said I grabbed his hand, I wasn't aware that I had actually grabbed his hand! I let go quickly, jamming my hand into my pocket and looking around the room for a place to sit, although I sit in the same place for every class; front and center. I mean, why would you want to sit in the back? Everyone knows that if you sit in the front, you'll get noticed by the teacher more, and that's crucial if you want to be called on every time your hand goes up. Ugh. It's like they don't want to pay attention, and everybody would rather learn something than waste their time on silly doodles or something (haha not relatable). I could never understand why Harry and Ron always chose to sit in the farthest seat in the back all the time. I chose my usual seat and sat there while people started trickling into the room, Gryffindors on one side, Slytherin on the other, like it had always been. Professor Lockhart came out, hair combed and styled and dressed in a crisp royal purple robe with intricate golden designs on it. He over to Neville's desk and picked up a book, Travels with Trolls, to be exact, and pointed at it, winking. "Me. Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark ForceDefense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming-Smile Award - but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"

     And so, the class went. I aced a test, as usual, (honestly, I couldn't believe that people didn't remember that Professor Lockhart's secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market his own range of hair-care potions!) and caught some Cornish pixies. Harry and Ron, being the lazy toads that they were, left me to clean up the mess of parchment, quills, chandelier pieces, and other miscellaneous items that had been scattered around the room by the pixies, saying that they would only get in the way and I could do it with one spell. I'm only a second year! True, I know quite a few spells more than the average twelve-year-old, but none as complex as this. They left before I could protest, however, so I had no choice but to clean it up. I sighed and waved my wand, mending the ripped pages of a book and putting it back onto a shelf. This was going to take longer than I thought.

     Suddenly, a potion bottle whizzed by my head and onto the large desk at the front of the room. I had definitely not cast that spell. I whipped around and held my wand up, but dropped my arm it as soon as I saw who was there. "Draco? What are you doing here?"

     "I thought you might need some help, seeing as everybody ditched you there. Terribly nice of me, isn't it?" he smirked, gathering a few books and piling them on a shelf.

     "Haha. Well, make yourself useful. Here, sort these from A to Z and put them on the bookshelf in the corner." I delivered a tall stack of books to him via spell, and they landed at his feet with a thud. Then, I turned around again and proceeded to mend and hang a painting of a grinning and waving Lockhart. Something soft hit me in the head a few moments later. I turned around, but the only thing that had changed was that there was now a book at my feet. It definitely didn't feel like a hardcover book. I looked at Draco, but he had his back to me, sorting out the books into piles. Hm. I turned around and pretended to fix a broken window, and as soon as I heard the soft whizzing sound of something flying through the air, I turned around and caught it. A white pillow, plump and soft, lay in my hands, but it quickly turned into a copy of Voyage with Vampires. I looked at Draco, who was holding his wand and smiling sheepishly. I forgot he was right behind me in Transfiguration. I narrowed my eyes, waving my wand and turning the book back into a pillow, which I threw at him. A flick of wand and a smirk later, and it came soaring back. I caught it before it could hit my face, and grinned mischievously.

     "You. Are. On!"

     A few minutes later, the room was more of a mess than it was before, and we were laughing so hard we had fallen to the floor. My stomach hurt and tears stung my eyes, but it too funny to stop. Finally, wiping the tears out of my eyes, I stood up and tried to compose myself. "Do your own research." I grinned. He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes.

     "Can't you just do it?"

     "No."

     Okay, this is what happened. We were having a pillow-fight by transforming various items in the room into pillows, right? I was trying to transform a potion bottle into a pillow, but it somehow slipped out of my hand and spilled all over my uniform Mary-Janes, turning them a neon shade of pink. Draco had chortled at that, so I threw what was left of the potion at him. It missed, sailing over his head (how sad my aim was) but the potion spilled right on his white-blonde hair at the last second, (hm maybe my aim wasn't so bad after all) turning his hair the electric pink color of my shoes. I knew the spell and changed my shoes back to black, but I decided to leave Draco's hair pink. Which is where we are now.

     "Please?" he said, his eyes pleading. Aww. But I'm not weak.

     "The library's just around the corner, you lazy lump."

     "I'm a lazy pink lump now, and I hate this color. Please, Hermione?"

     I hate to say this, but my name sounds so cute when he says it. AHHH GOSHDARNITFINE

     "Fine! Just so you'll stop talking." That was a lie, but I waved my wand and his hair turned back to white-blonde.

     "Thank you," he said. "I look way better in blonde."

     "Honestly, I prefer you in pink," I mumbled almost inaudibly. He looked at me.

     "What did you say?"

     "Honestly, you look like a sink."

     "Uhm... okay..?"

     I looked away. "We better clean this up."

     He waggled a finger. "Not before I exhaust my supply of jokes!"

     We walked out of the (now clean) room chuckling. "There's plenty more where that came from," Draco smirked, and I smacked his arm playfully.

     "Oh, I'm just dying to hear it." I'm incapable of keeping the sarcasm levels low for too long, unfortunately.

     "Well, that was fun. I gotta go now, though," I said, looking at the clock. "Bye."

     "Bye," he said, waving.

     I waved back, and turned around again, walking to the common room. And the whole time, a small, stubborn smile tugged at my lips.

Imma stop doing this now, but this chappie was 2071

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