The Veelas

The Veelas 11

Hermione stared at the letter. She had no clue whether she should talk to Draco or not. She had to admit, she wanted to, but should she? She looked back at the letter and ran her hand over his writing.

She wanted to see him. She did not only want to, she felt as if she had too. But, with everything going on with Ginny and her, she was not sure. She certainly did not want Harry and Ron to find out about this.

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The rest of the day inched by. Hermione jumped at everything. Around three o'clock Harry caught up with her.

"Hey," Harry said.

"Hi," Hermione said dully.

"I have seen you barely at all today."'

"I've been thinking."

"About what?" Harry asked.

"A lot actually," Hermione replied with a soft laugh.

"Want to talk about it? I could help you think."

"Sorry Harry," Hermione said. "This is sort of a girl thing and besides I don't think I could really tell anyone right now."

"Hermione, I am your best friend. You can tell me. I won't tell anyone," Harry urged her to tell more.

"You would not tell anyone? Especially Ginny or Ron?"

Harry shook his head, "No I wouldn't."

"I am just so embarrassed."

"What is it Hermione?"

"Well, you see," Hermione said. "I...I..."

"You what?" Harry asked, wondering what it could be.

"I think I am in love with someone," she whispered.

"What did you say?"

"I think I am in love with someone," Hermione said barely auditable. Harry heard her this time. He jerked up and looked Hermione hard in the eye.

"Who?" was the only thing that came out of his mouth.Hermionewhispered something.

"What?"

"Draco," Hermione mumbled. Harry went rigid and fell out of his chair. "Harry you okay?"

Harry pushed himself if.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Harry please stop repeating yourself," Hermione said.

"So, Hermione," Harry said in a voice very unlike his own. "You, you are in l-love," he cringed at the word. "With Malfoy?"

"Uh, yeah." Harry got up out of his chair with difficulty. "I, I have to go."

"Alright, are you okay Harry?"

"Fine," Harry called over his shoulder. Hermione closed her eyes.

"Why the hell did I tell him?"

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"HERMIONE!" Ron came bursting into the library.

"Hi Ron."

"You love, you love, you love," Ron could not finish the sentence no matter how many times he tried. Hermione's mouth fell open.

"HARRY TOLD YOU?"

"OH COURSE HE TOLD, TOLD ME!!" Ron screamed. Hermione stood up and walked off. "I AM NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU HERMIONE! GET BACK HERE!"

"GOD! WHAT A COMPLETE..." She couldn't find the right words. "UGH!"

"Hermione," Ron said. "No need to get this mad. Talk about over reacting."

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Hermione stormed out of the library.

"I can't believe he would do that! Tell Ron, honestly has he no sense?"

"What?" said a voice from behind Hermione. Hermione recognized the voice.

"Draco?"

"Hey Hermione."

"Hi."

"We have to talk."

"Yeah, we do," Hermione said. " I have a lot to tell you too."

"So do I."

"You go first."

"Oh," Hermione thought frantically of something to say. "I actually can't talk right now. I have to find someone."

"Okay," Draco replied and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Well, bye."

"Bye."