Chapter 7

Hermione

Neville made a full recovery over the next few days, physically anyway. He was still fuming at Draco, but who could blame him really. Draco was a right pain in the… rear-end sometimes.

Recently the more time I spend with him, the more I feel as though I can relate to him. I mean we have a lot in common. His parents expect him to become a Deatheater, just as much as my parents wanted me to become a dentist, up until we found out I was a witch anyway. Now they just want me to become the magical equivalent. I explained to them that there was no such thing, and that the closest job to that description was a Healer. That, apparently, was my new forced career choice. Personally, I'd rather become a Transfiguration Teacher, after all it is my best subject, however I don't think I'll get to make that decision.

Of course Draco doesn't want to be a Deatheater. I know that now. In fact it isn't the only thing I know about him. I know that he's sensitive, sorry for all the things he said to me up until now. That he's kind…

Someone help me. I can't seriously be thinking about Dra…Malfoy that way. I mean it's not as though he even likes me back. He's a Pureblood for Salazar's sake. Oh-no, now I have his mannerisms! It would usually be Godric's name I'd speak in vain!

With this inner turmoil going on inside her, she didn't even see the boy in question walk up to her and sit next to her by the lake. She nearly jumped out of her skin.

"You look confused." He commented.

"Holy Salazar! Draco you scared me shi… woah. You've driven me to swear. No man alive has been able to that before. "

"Glad to be the first." He smiled slyly. "How are you? You seem really jumpy."

"Um… I'm fine. Just a bit tired. How's Patronus coming along?"

Draco

"I think that Longbottom's right." He said grudgingly. "I haven't had my best memory yet."

I sighed internally. She can't possibly like me back. She's too smart, beautiful and forgiving for me. Well, I could still get my best memory from her. I'm sure that she will be my best memory. Well, here goes nothing.

"But I think it will be this."

Quick as a flash, he leaned forward and kissed her. At first she didn't respond, but after a few seconds she kissed him back passionately. She tasted like roses and cream. After what could have been any length of time, he pulled away and they were gasping for air.

"Now I'm sure of it." He grinned.

She laughed breathlessly and looked into his steely eyes.

"Try it. Your Patronus."

And so he did.

"Expecto Patronum!" All at once a brilliant burst of light escaped his wand. At first it was too bright to see, but after his eyes had adjusted, he saw a clearly defined shape. A Squirrel.

How Embarrassing.

Hey guys. I know it was short. But sweet right? Am I pushing my luck? =D haha We knew it would happen sooner or later. ~Stealgal~