“Do you think she’ll like it Harry?”
Harry Potter looked around the Room Requirements that was 10 times bigger than the Gryffindor common room. There was a dance floor in the center of the room with lots of round tables and chairs all around them. A combination of blue and white balloons were hanging from the back of all of the chairs and matching streamers was laced up on the ceiling, creating a very nice canopy effect. In the very back of the room was Dean Thomas on a turn table. He promised he’d DJ for the night. There were refreshments and food off to both sides of the room. And right in front of dance floor was a giant blue and white frost birthday cake with a matching hanging banner over it that read: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERMIONE.
A grinning Harry turned his best mate. “I think she’ll love it.” But then he frowned. “I can’t wait actually. I felt kind of bad purposely ignoring her this for the past 2 weeks.”
Ron nodded. “Yea, I know. But we had to make it as if we’d forget her birthday and so she’d never expect us to do something like this.”
“Yea, I guess your right.” Although he didn’t sound so convinced.
Ron panted Harry’s shoulder assuringly. “You’ll see mate, as soon as she sees what we’ve done. She’ll understand.”
Harry only nodded.
About half an hour later everyone that was invited was there. They had invited a few Hufflepuffs (Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Justin Finch Fletchley, and Ernie McMillan). Some Ravenclaws as well (Terry Boot, Luna Lovegood, Padma Patil, and Margie Stone). And, surprisingly to most, even a few Slytherins. (Blaise Zabini, Theodore Knott, and Gregory Goyle) But most of the guests were from her own house. (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Colin Creevey, Lavender Brown, and Pavrati Patil.). Fred and George Weasley were also in the mix and even though were no more Hogwarts’ students they couldn’t help but stop by and wish the birthday girl their best wishes.
“Well, everyone who is accounted for seems to be here so Harry I think you should go up and get Hermione now.”
Harry nodded and began to walk up to the Room of Requirement’s portrait when suddenly the room began to shake. Decorations were flying everywhere as colors began to swirl and everything began to change. The DJ table in the back became a beautiful dining table for two with all different kinds of foods and drinks imaginable. The tables and chairs that were once all around the dance floor turned into many different floating while candles. The walls changed to rich red silk like coloring and the main dance floor became a large king size bed with white and white silk sheets and a matching canopy. Over the white sheets laid sprinkled many little red rose petals that seemed to trail all the way from the RoR’s portrait.
The shaking stopped.
“Harry, what was that? And what happened to all of the stuff?”
Harry shrugged. “Don’t know mate. But you guys fix it while I go get Hermi-”
Once more the room began to shake.
“AaaaaaaaaaaaAAAaaaaaH!”
“Everyone stay calm.”
“Easy for you to say Gin.”
“Oh shut up Ron. You’re making it worse.”
“What?”
“Could you just shut up for a second?”
“What for?”
“For me to tell you that someone’s coming in.”
“How do you know that?”
Ginny turned to Harry. “Because…a while back ago I was hiding in here from Filtch and suddenly the room started to shake and the room changed completely. But then-”
CREEEAK!
Everyone turned to the portrait to take in one rather nervous Draco Malfoy.
“What’s the ferret doing in here? OI MALFOY! GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF HERE…WE WERE HERE FIRST!”
But Draco didn’t hear him. He didn’t even see him.
“MALFOY! MALFOY!! MALFOY WHAT THE-”
“RON!”
“WHAT?”
Ginny sighed. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Once the RoR changes and if there are people inside the room they can’t be seen or heard by those who have entered. And those who are inside can’t leave the room until the second party leaves.”
Ron balked. “You mean neither Malfoy can see or hear us and we have to wait till he leaves in order for us to leave too?”
“Yep.”
“…damn.”
~*~*~*~
Everyone in the room took notice of a nervous Draco Malfoy walking into the room with a large wicker picnic basket under his arm.
“I wonder what Malfoy’s got under his arm?” Neville asked.
“What do you think…probably some poor first years’ severed head.” Ron spat.
He turned to face his sister. “What?”
“Honestly, how thick could you get?”
“Huh?”
She rolled her eyes as Luna Lovegood stepped next to him. “He’s preparing a romantic meal.” Looney spoke as-a-matter-of-factly.
“Romantic meal?” He laughed. “Oh please, do you honestly believe Malfoy’s got a single romantic bone in his body?”
“YES!” He was answered unhesitant not by just Luna and Ginny but by all of the girls in the room and even a few guys as well.
But Ron just shook his head. “I don’t believe you guys.”
Ginny smirked and motioned to the blond in question. “Well if you don’t believe us, then just take a look for yourself.”
Ron and the rest of the people in the room turned their attention to Draco. He had accio’d the once DJ table now dining table for two and it’s matching chairs from the back. Opening the large basket he removed a beautiful scarlet red table cloth and draped it over the table. Draco pulled out a miniature wine bucket and stand and with a muttered engorgio it was enlarged to it’s rightful size. He then reached for the basket once more and pulled out a bottle of Merlot red wine and placed it inside of the charmed-to-stay-cool-bucket. (Much better than ice)
Once more reaching for the basket he pulled out two small plates that were covered with a silver food covering, enlarged them, and placed them on each side of the table. He took out the utensils, wine glasses and placed a simple yet romantic white candle in the center of the table. To finish the look Draco had sprinkled the table with a few scattered red rose petals.
Finally he reached one last time into the basket and pulled out a tiny black box. He didn’t open it though. He just sighed and placed it back securely into the basket.
Taking one last look around the room he smiled. “Perfect.”
All of the girls in the room sighed dreamily.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Everyone’s attention had turned to the portrait. Who could it be?
“COMING!” Draco cried as he quickly removed his school robe to reveal a pair of black slacks, a white half buttoned shirt, and nice black shoes.
Once again, all of the girls in the room sighed.
Draco ran towards to portrait, nervously ran his hands through his hair, and opened the door.
Everyone gasped…
It was Hermione. But not the same Hermione they’ve known for the past 7 years. No, this Hermione was different. She had on a short white skirt that reached her mid thigh, with an equally tight pink buttoned up top, and matching white 3 inch heels. Her hair was pulled up into a stylish twist with a few tendrils framing her face. The only sign of make up on her was a touch of blush on her cheeks and a hint of clear lip gloss.
He stepped up to Hermione and held her in his arms as he stroked her cheek. “You look absolutely beautiful.”
She laughed. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself Mr. Malfoy.” And then to everyone’s surprise…she kissed him.
~*~*~
“Harry. Tell me that’s not Hermione. Please tell me that not our Hermione’s who’s laughing with him and hugging him and…and…and kissing him.”
Harry laughed as he placed his hand on his best mate’s shoulder. “Sorry mate. But it seems that our Hermione has finally come to her senses.”
“Oh c’mon Ron. All these years…the name calling and the looks they’d give each other. I’m surprised it took them this long to figure it out.”
“Actually…” The all turned around to see Gregory Goyle walk up to them along with Blaise and Theodore. “This has been going on longer then you think.” Blaise and Theo nodded.
“How long?” Ginny asked curiously.
Greg smirked. “3rd year.”
“BLOODY HELL!” Came from a now shocked Harry.
Greg laughed as he shook his head. “You Gryffindors are so blind at times.”
“But how? When? Why?” asked an intrigued Seamus.
Blaise sighed. “Back in our 3rd year Draco got scratched but the bloody Hippogriff what-it’s-name? Buttcrack?”
“Buckbeak!” Corrected Harry but Blaise only shrugged.
“Whatever. Anyways, you guys remember that it was Hermione who opened to gate for Hagrid so he could be taken quickly to the infirmary?”
They all nodded but Ron scoffed. “Bit of a drama queen if you ask me. It was only a tiny scratch.”
The three boys narrowed their eyes at the annoying Weasley but, surprisingly, it was Susan Bones of Hufflepuff who had gotten right in his face and, for the first time since anyone has known the sweet Hufflepuff, stood up to him and put him in his place. “Now you listen here you insensitive prick. He may be a lot of thing but a bloody drama queen he is not! In case you’re not aware of I’ve been volunteering with Madam Pompfrey since my second year and I know for a fact that Malfoy, for you bloody information, has Hemophilia. It’s a condition in which the blood clots much more slowly than normally, resulting in extensive bleeding from even minor injuries. So simple scratches…like getting scratched by a Hippogriff…could of easily killed him.”
Everyone went silent. They’ve never heard Susan speak in such manner. It was eerie and gruff and down right scary. Never piss off a Hufflepuff…check!
“I…I’m sorry…I didn’t know.” Ron mumbled.
“Yea well…Hermione did know. She’s was the one who followed him to the infirmary. She was the one who knew about his condition. And she was the one who, after finding out that the both of them had the same blood type, had donated her blood in order to save his life. That’s how it all started. And from then on…they’ve been inseparable.”
Everyone’s gaze traveled back to the pair in question who was currently engaging in hell of a snogging session.
“GO HERMIONE!” Shouted both Fred and George only to be smacked upside their heads by Ginny.
“She can’t hear you, you know.”
“Oh yea...”
“I guess…”
“We forgot.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Idiots.”
Once again their attention was brought back to the couple of the hour…
“Oh Draco. It’s absolutely beautiful.” Hermione gasped as she took in her surroundings. She then felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. “Just like you.” He whispered.
Hermione turned around in his arms. “You always know how to spoil me. Don’t you?”
He shrugged. “I’m a Malfoy. I don’t do things by half you know.”
Hermione grinned mischievously. “Don’t I know it.” And once again she grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him.
“Har-ryyyyyy.” Ron wined. “She’s kissing the ferret again. Pleeeease make it stop.”
Everyone in the room laughed. They couldn’t be seen or heard. What else could they do?
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked as he pulled from the kiss and noticed a sad look in her eyes.
“Nothing.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t you ‘nothing’ me Hermione Jane Granger. I know you well enough to know that there’s something on your mind. Now spill it.”
She sighed. “It’s nothing really, it’s just that for the past two weeks I feel like everyone’s been pushing me away. Harry, Ron, and basically all of my housemates have been so distant with me.” She sniffed. “They’ve even forgotten that it’s my birthday today.” He held her close and rubbed her back reassuringly.
(Harry gave Ron an I-told-you-so look)
“Shhhh, it’s okay. Hey,” She softly grabbed her chin with one hand and dried her tears with the other. “don’t worry about it. I’m here and that’s all that matters. Right now it’s all about us. The time that get to spend together is rare. So let’s make the best of it, hmm? ”
Hermione smiled and nodded. “You’re right. It’s all about us.” And with one last smile Draco lead Hermione to the dining table.
“I’m so boooored.” Wined Harry.
Everyone in the room, with the exception of Draco and Hermione of course, were bored out of their freaking minds. They had absolutely nothing to do.
“I know. I wish we had a chess set so at least we could pass time.” Ron piped.
“I know.”
“…”
“I’m so booooooooored.”
“HARRY JAMES POTTER WE KNOW YOU’RE BLOODY BORED…YOU’VE BEEN WHINING ABOUT IT FOR 5 WHOLE BLOODY FUCKING MINUTES…BUT DO US ALL A BLOODY FAVOR AND SHUT THE BLOODY FUCK UP!”
Harry blushed. “Sorry Susan.”
Greg chuckled. “It’s only bout time for things to get interesting.” He glanced over to Blaise. “Ain’t that right mate?”
Blaise grinned. “Too right.”
“What do you mean ‘interesting’?” Ron hesitantly asked.
The Slytherins rolled their eyes.
“What do you think it means Weasley?” Theo piped. “It means that after they eat they’ll probably end up shagging their bloody brains out.”
“WHAT? No way, Hermione would never fall for Malfoy that way.”
The three Slytherins snickered. “Not like it hasn’t happened before.” Greg chuckled.
“Oh c’mon Weasley. “How do you think we” Greg motioned to the other two Slytherins. “and the rest of our house know about this. Draco and Hermione have been seeing each other for years and usually spend lots of time together in the Slytherin common room or in his room. I mean, yea at first she was definitely unwelcomed but then bit by bit people started warming up to her.” He laughed. “Back in the end of our 5th year she was even initiated as an honorary Slytherin.”
“Oh nononononononononono…they can’t…they won’t. One thing is seeing Hermione kiss the ferret but to shag him? Here? In front of everyone?” He turned to Harry. “You don’t think she’ll do it…do you?”
Harry sighed. “I don’t know mate. I mean…there’s a king size bed in the middle of the room and from what Goyle ...
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