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Valentine’s story[Draco/Hermione]

"Hermione," Malfoy's voice chirped as he walked up to her in the library. The girl with the name turned to look at him, displeased by his voice like that.

“Please Draco. Please don't talk to me about it. I'll get goosebumps when I listen to it,” she said. Malfoy then sat down in the chair next to her, “Oh. "Hermione, we're lovers. Please call me like this and pretend to be angry." You also like me being cute.” He made a purring sound that didn't catch his face at all.

“So cute. If anyone hears this, they'll probably think you're crazy." Hermione complained.

“Alright, if it's your 'darling''s happiness.” The young man stood up and bent down to kiss the girl's cheek quickly.

“Crazy eyes!” cried Hermione, but before she could recover from her shock, Malfoy had already run far away from her.

After the strange and heart-wrenching events of Hermione and Malfoy had passed. The two secretly agreed to date each other (of course, the only person who knew was Ginny). Malfoy now seemed so attached to Hermione that Ginny couldn't help but think it was Mal. Was it Foy or Hermione who told the other he loved him first?

Luckily, the two prefects had to be paired together, otherwise Harry and Ron would never have let her out to meet Malfoy. Almost a month has passed since they've been together, and Hermione is beginning to understand Malfoy's personality. It's not bad or anything like that, but it's 'extreme jealousy'.

There was that time when a sixth year confessed his love to Hermione at the prefect meeting table with Malfoy at his side. He almost picked up his wand and cursed the man, but luckily, Hermione pulled on his robes and stepped on his foot. In the end, she had to reject that person and had to sit back and reconcile with Malfoy who acted like a child for several days. The girl decided to kiss Malfoy on the cheek to reconcile. The young man finally lost his anger at her.

“This is Hermione,” Harry called her as they were eating breakfast together.

“What are you talking about? Is there any homework yet?” It looked like the girl had just woken up from her trance. The young man was confused by the answer.

“Are you crazy, Hermione? Don't you remember that when we went up and finished our homework?" Ron turned around and said.

“Oh, really? Haha." She smiled dryly at her two close friends...I guess I'm going crazy after Draco...

"Never mind, but Hermione, you seem so blurred and forgetful right now, like you're thinking about something all the time and not paying attention to what other people are saying," Harry said, poking at a sausage. into the mouth The red-haired man nodded. Hermione gave a wry smile to her male friend.

"Well, it's nothing. Prefect work is busy," the girl corrected. Ron made a face of severe disbelief.

“That's not true. I'm a prefect, so I don't see much work. Right now there's not much homework."

“Oh, prefects don't really have much work to do. I've been thinking about the toad girl too." She corrected herself again when she realized she was backed into a corner. "Oh. Seriously, how could I forget about that old withered skin toad,” he said and bent down to continue eating the bacon. Hermione let out a soft sigh of relief before turning to see Malfoy looking at her. She turned to look at Ron and Harry, making sure they weren't looking before speaking.

“What?” she asked him without making a sound. The young man pointed his hand towards the hall door.

“Meet me at the front of the hall,” he replied soundlessly and immediately got up and walked out. The girl hurriedly turned to Harry. "Harry, I'm going to, um, the library," said Hermione, getting up and leaving without hearing an answer.

"The library in the morning, trust me," Ron murmured softly to Harry, looking after her.

"It's Hermione," the young man replied to his best friend, shrugging nonchalantly.

The girl hurriedly ran out into the hall. Her lover called her. Hermione smiled at her own thoughts and she still couldn't believe that she would be the boyfriend of someone like him, Draco Malfoy.

"What is the reason you've called?" asked Hermione when she saw him standing in front of him with his arms crossed and his eyebrows tied together in a bow.

“Do I have to have something to do with calling my girlfriend?” he said back, his voice sounded like he was angry about something.

"Okay, say something," the girl said. Malfoy's mouth curled into a displeased smile.

"From now on you are absolutely forbidden from going anywhere with Potty or Weasel," he announced, emphasizing the last word firmly. Hermione gasped at his statement before immediately starting to argue.

“No way, Draco. Those two are my friends," she said sternly.

“But I'm your boyfriend. I don't want her to have anything to do with another man." Malfoy's voice softened to the point where it sounded more like a plea mixed with a plea than an argument. Hermione sighed softly.

“Of course you are my boyfriend. But you must understand that those two are my friends. Friends I've been close to since freshman year, those two don't think too much of me, Draco," the girl explained. He shook his head in absolute disbelief.

"Heh, I don't believe that men and women can be friends without thinking about it." Hermione crossed her arms as Malfoy's tone returned to normal. "But we are - friends." Kid The girl said she was angry.

"I'm your girlfriend, Hermione," he repeated to her. Hermione quickly retorted.

“Of course you're my boyfriend, not my father,” Malfoy clenched his teeth. “Fine. Then we'd better be apart for a while," he said.

"No Draco, what do you want? Tell me what's the problem?" the girl asked, worried that he said that.

“I don't have any problems, Hermione. I just..." The young man was silent. She looked at him confused.

"Jealous?" Someone's clear voice sounded. Hermione shuddered, "Ginny!" she cried out in relief.

“You Weasley boy,” Malfoy muttered, “Yes. It's me, Malfoy, what do you think is Parkinson's leech?” she teased.

“Don't talk about that leech with a pug face,” he complained again. Hermione stifled a laugh at his words.

“So what are you doing sweetly here? This is in front of the hall. Aren't you afraid someone will catch you?" Ginny asked.

"It's this one," the girl shouted at Malfoy. "Tell me to stop bothering Harry and Ron."

“Are you still in good spirits, Malfoy?” Ginny asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “You're insanely jealous. Even though I've never had a real boyfriend," she said to Malfoy.

“What? I'm not jealous at all. By the way, this is my girlfriend." He pulled Hermione to stand next to her, causing her to blush.

“No need to lie, Malfoy. I know the feeling of not letting this man mess with another man. I want this person to be mine alone. Nan said he was jealous,” she explained at length, not caring if Malfoy was paying attention or not. He frowned and glared at her.

“She really talks a lot,” he said. Hermione chuckled, "I think Ginny is telling the truth."

"Hey, are you taking this girl's side?" Malfoy protested.

"Well, at least I've gotten you to stop fighting with Hermione." Ginny raised an eyebrow at Malfoy.

"That's right. If Ginny hadn't cut in right now, I would've been fighting with her forever, Draco," she agreed.

"Alright, are you saying I owe you a favor?" he asked Ginny.

“You can say that,” the girl said, smiling. Malfoy sighed, "What do you want, red head?"

“Did you see that I wanted this and that to the point of trembling? I just want to ask you to stop calling me 'Weasley girl' or 'red head girl'. I don't like that. Well, I understand that you're old. Better than me, but you'd rather call me Weasley or Ginny."

“Okay, fine, I won't call you that again. But...are you kidding me and calling me old?!" Malfoy cried out when he realized this.

Saturday morning

“Oh, my head hurts. Why do I have to catch a cold in the winter?” she muttered. As she was walking to return the book to Ginny in her room, "I'm feeling hot. I guess I have to go to the infirmary," the girl complained, opening the door to her sister's room.

“Ginny…” Hermione appeared in her sister's bedroom but no one was there, so she looked down at her wristwatch, it said noon, which startled her quite a bit. Then what she did and took to him before the Quidditch match was meaningless. He promised to win and she promised to go see him.

“I'm sorry, Draco. I guess I'll have to give it to you later," the girl muttered and walked over to Ginny's bed to return the book. But when she opened the bedside drawer, she found something unexpected.

“This is it,” she picked up the picture slowly to make sure it was real. “A picture of Draco?” said Hermione.

“With Harry?” That made her even more confused when she saw another picture of Harry. So the girl tried to search further.

"What the hell? Why does Ginny's drawer have only pictures of Draco and Harry?" When she looked, she found that there were many pictures of Draco and Harry in them, almost 20 in total. can Pictures of the two of them mixed together.

"Hermione!" Ginny's clear voice cried out in shock. Hermione was so startled that she dropped the picture.

“Hyung, I'm sorry I came in,” the girl said and quickly bent down to pick up the picture. Ginny saw this and ran over to pick it up as well.

“Did you see it?” she asked as she bent down to pick up the picture. Hermione paused before admitting, "Yes, I saw that."

"I know you don't understand...right?" Ginny continued and stood up with Hermione.

“I don't understand at all, Ginny! I don't understand why you have a picture of Draco and not Harry. If I liked Harry, I'd already know, but I can understand why you have Draco's picture." Hermione grabbed Ginny's shoulder. She turned her face away from her sister before slowly speaking in a low voice.

"I like Malfoy..." the girl told her elder. She gasped in shock before asking, “Since when?”

"Third year, probably about the same as you," Ginny confessed. Hermione was silent because she didn't know what to do. Angry or hurt?

“Why didn't you tell me? Why do you keep cheering for me to tell Draco that you love me? "Why did you have to help me when all the pain you had to bear alone? Ginny, answer me," the girl said in a trembling voice.

“Because you are the person I love. Because Malfoy is the person I love. How do I want the person I love to be happy?”

“So are you happy? Have you ever thought about yourself?” Tears finally fell from Hermione's eyes, tears of anger. Angry at himself for causing his sister pain. Angry that she only thought about herself.

"I don't know. All I know is that if the person I love is happy, that's enough," Ginny said. Hermione wiped away her own tears.

“So?” she said simply.

"Are you sure you're happy, Ginny?" the girl said softly and picked up a picture of Draco and Harry.

"But now I like Harry. I don't like Malfoy anymore." Ginny smiled.

“Are you thinking of lying to me? When he confessed his love to Draco, she decided to break up with him and start liking Harry. I looked at the picture and knew that Harry only had one. There were 6-7 pictures but Draco had more than ten pictures. The picture of Harry is brand new but the picture of Draco is both old and new. Draco's picture has a message written on the back. Plus there's....teardrop marks," Hermione said.

Ginny was cornered, unable to say anything because it was the truth.

"Are you sure you like Harry..." she said and put the picture of Harry and Draco down on the bed. Before quietly walking out of the room, leaving Ginny alone with the two pictures, she sat down next to the pictures before letting out a gasp.....

After that, Hermione walked slowly outside the castle to get some air. and had to be startled by the shouts of the Gryffindor children. They were happily tossing Harry up and down.

“Harry!” the girl screamed and ran towards him. Harry was released and he smiled happily while Ron cheered.

"Oh, so you got to compete too, Miss Toad? Isn't that forbidden?" she asked.

“Oh, Hermione, what are you doing? That girl isn't at the Ministry today. This kind of thing is known to the whole school," Harry cried.

“Then she secretly entered the competition. The teachers don't mind?" Harry shrugged. Ron returned the favor.

“No matter what, I even agree. Except Snape, of course, but he wouldn't dare disobey because even McGonagall would allow it,” he said.

“Oh, Hermione, I haven't seen you. Where have you been? Did you wake up so late?” Harry asked, and she nodded.

"So you guys won? Why so fast? It's the final against Slytherin," the girl said in surprise.

“Yes, Malfoy looks really hurt. But it seems strange. You can't say you're sad, you can't say you're angry.”

"Oh, that's a sad face, like a mother who stopped breastfeeding," said Ron, followed by the laughter of the villagers.

"Ron," the girl said in a green voice to get Ron to stop teasing him. But he still turned and laughed with Harry.

“Here, we'll go back first. You guys come along, there's a celebration!” Seamus shouted before turning to cheer with his friends and all walking back into the castle.

"Why did you guys tell me how Dre...Malfoy lost?" she asked turning to Harry and Ron.

“Well, that guy looked distracted and kept turning around like he was looking for someone. Until Harry found a close child, it came and threw it, so Harry hit it and fell off his broom, and we won. You should see it, Hermione is really pleased,” Ron told her.

"What? Malfoy fell off his broom?" she cried out in shock and concern but had to keep her composure.

“Yes, I see that your leg is broken. You're really hurt, Ron," Harry said. He nodded in agreement.

"So what's wrong with him?" Hermione asked quickly.

"No, it's just a broken leg, Madame Promprey, and it'll be fine in a minute. That guy already has experience with his arm turning around," said Ron. "But why do you have to ask?" he said strangely. Her heart seemed to be worried about Malfoy.

“Wha...is there nothing? I'm afraid Mr. Lucius is going to take issue with you, Harry.” He nodded in understanding.

“Then we'll go first. Are you going to the celebration too?” Harry asked. The young girl shook her head.

“No, I think I'm going for a walk and then I need to get to the infirmary. I just have a cold.” Having a cold this time might have been lucky for her because it was an excuse to go to the infirmary easily.

“Oh, then come back quickly. I saw Fred and George brought some snacks and butterbeer,” said Ron.

"Ron...you're a prefect," said Hermione angrily. But he and Harry had already run into the castle.

“Damn them,” she moaned, smiling.

hospital room

“Draco, how are you? Huh, you know I'm worried to death about you. ” Those words were not Hermione's, but Pansy's. She said them while crying, leaving Malfoy staring at her boredly.

“Now that you know, can you stop crying? I'm about to die," he said angrily.

“Miss Parkinson, would you please keep your voice down? There are other patients here,” Madame said softly.

"Parkin, can you help me with one thing?" Malfoy said impatiently with her.

"What is it? Tell me and I can help you with everything," Pansy said.

“Can you please get away from me? I'm so annoyed that I want to lie down and die,” the young man said, emphasizing every word.

“Hahaha!” Crabbe and Goyle immediately laughed in unison. Pansy turned to the two of them and bared her teeth.

"Then I'll go first," she said reluctantly and walked out with Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as Pansy walked out, the infirmary was as quiet as a cemetery because there were only two patients Madame Promprey was talking about and they were sleeping very far from his bed.

"Oh, Miss Granger," Madame said when she saw her at the door. Malfoy turned his head as soon as he heard her name.

“Madame, I have a fever, so I'm going to come get checked,” the girl walked up to her and told her. As Hermione walked past Malfoy's bed, he barely looked at her, which assured the girl that Malfoy was angry.

“Damn it, why don't you sit here?” Madame said, touching her forehead.

"Well, the fever isn't very high but I'll probably need to sleep for the night," she said.

"Do you have to stay over?" Hermione asked immediately. Because she was afraid that her two best friends would be worried.

“Yes, you will wait in the bed next to Mr. Malfoy's bed. I have to go get the fever-reducing medicine I ordered before. It'll come right away,” she said and walked out of the hospital room. The girl walked over and sat next to Malfoy's bed, and the two of them were silent for a moment. So he began to speak.

“What have you done to make you have a fever?” These words made the girl smile. Even though his voice was hard and cold, she knew immediately that he was worried about her.

“At night you might sleep late and it's cold,” she replied, secretly smiling.

“You really like to make other people worry,” he murmured softly. But the girl heard it clearly.

“Are you really worried about me?” she said, walking over and kneeling next to the boy's bed. Malfoy was startled by her words and turned around with a blush on his face. “Who said I was worried about you?” he said. Hermione put her hands on the bed and looked at him, smiling.

“Okay, so how are your legs?” the girl asked. He raised his head slightly.

"If you want to know, go ask Potty," Malfoy said teasingly. She smiled again at his expression.

“I know. Harry and Ron told me. They said she looked distracted,” she said in question.

“It's because of you. I kept looking for her throughout the game. I thought she might be sitting somewhere I couldn't see, but when I looked again I couldn't find her. You promised yesterday that you would come watch me compete,” he said. The girl lowered her head in remorse.

"I'm sorry, I woke up late. I slept late last night..." Hermione corrected. But he didn't seem to want to listen.

“What, are you going to tell me that you sat with Potty until midnight doing reports?” said the young man. Meanwhile, before she could explain anything, Madam walked in and she had to sit back on her own bed.

Madame made her take medicine and asked her to bring a change of pajamas from the dormitory. When she arrived, the people in the dormitory were still enjoying the celebration. The girl tried her best to avoid Harry and Ron because she didn't want to answer too many questions. Finally, she came out of her dorm with pajamas and one thing she had spent many sleepless nights making to give to her loved ones before the competition.

Hopefully, what she's bringing to him now will be able to make him understand her a bit. Hermione thought sadly.

“Miss Granger has arrived? Come have lunch first,” Madame told her. Malfoy sat on the bed leaning on pillows with a large tray of food. He lowered his head to eat, completely ignoring her.

8:00 p.m.

"I'll go into the room first, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy," Madame Promprey said and walked into the room. The girl picked up a green bag and stood for Malfoy. He took it without looking at her face.

“This is the present I will give you before the competition. I'm really sorry I didn't make it to you in time,” the girl said and immediately lay down. He put the bag aside and refused to open it and look at it. Hermione sighed softly and rolled onto her other side before falling asleep.

After Malfoy was sure she was asleep, he carefully opened the bag. There was a green scarf inside that he could tell was handmade. He looked at it in surprise before stumbling upon a gray English embroidery.'

From Me To You,Draco’

Malfoy looked at it and smiled. He immediately understood that she didn't want anyone to know that Hermione owned the scarf. He put it down and picked up the blue card that came with the scarf. It said,

To Draco Malfoy

Congratulations Draco, your house has finally entered the Quidditch finals with my house. I'm so worried that I don't know which house to support. Too bad I don't even know when to let you know that I'm so happy for you. Well, I don't dare tell her directly, and she's always with friends. I've been making this for several days now but don't know what occasion to give it to her.

Until this day came, I took the opportunity. But it wasn't finished well, I had to stay up late every night to finish it on time. I'm really afraid that if I stay up late and catch a cold and don't get to watch her compete in time, she'll be very upset (I promised). Anyway, I brought it to you. How are you? Do you like it? I must be losing sleep. I'm going to sleep until midnight! Wow!

If you talk long, it's better to summarize. I wish you victory in the race. This time I will cheer you on. You need to concentrate well. Don't let Harry take away your closest child! You can trust me. Don't worry, I'll always be cheering you on. Keep fighting.

Always love and support you.

Hermione Granger

As soon as he finished reading, a guilt surged into his heart. In fact, she didn't come to see him in time because she was busy making this cloth for him? Malfoy turned to look at the girl and slowly got up from the bed, his leg still not fully healed. He slowly walked around to the other side. Now she is fast asleep. The young man slowly raised his hand to caress her face gently.

The girl stirred, tears falling out of the corners of her eyes. That made Malfoy's heart ache even more.

"Draco...I'm sorry..." Hermione muttered softly. He gently caressed her head.

“I am the one who must apologize to you. I'm such an idiot, Hermione," Malfoy said and bent down to press his lips to her cheek....

the next morning

“Um...wow, Draco!” cried Hermione after waking up. She saw Malfoy slumped next to the bed.

"Hermione, are you awake?" he said quietly. and gently rubbed his eyes

“Why are you sleeping here?” the girl asked. He smiled at the corner of his mouth before answering, “I just want to sleep next to you.”

"Damn," Hermione said sheepishly and gently patted his shoulder. Malfoy smiled at her expression.

“I understand everything, Hermione. I read that card,” the young man said guiltily.

"I'm glad you understand," she told him, giving him a small smile.

"I'm sorry, I was such an idiot," Malfoy blamed himself. But the girl shook her head.

"You don't have to apologize to me. I understand."

"Thank you, Hermione, for not being mad at me," he said, slowly getting up.

"Can you get up?" Hermione asked and made to get up from the bed to help him. But he forbid it.

“Okay, if I let you help me, I'll be like a child,” the boy replied. Before slowly walking towards his bed, at the same moment that Malfoy had walked up to it and sat down on his own bed, Madame Promprey walked out of the room. “Are you awake already? Let's go wash your face first. Mr. Malfoy, try using crutches,” she said.

The two walked into the shared bathroom and washed their faces. Hermione gently helped Malfoy into the bathroom. After washing his face and eyes, Malfoy began to speak to the girl.

“Can you come with me to Valentine's Day?” he asked. But Hermione looked puzzled.

"Valentine's Day?" she repeated in question before Malfoy could even think of it.

“I forgot that you didn't wake up in time yesterday. Yesterday Dumbledore said there would be a Valentine's Day event,” he said.

"Really? Then it must be another dance," she said with a sigh, thinking of last year's dance.

“Probably. Well, I thought I'd ask you a long time ago. Why were you able to go to work with Krum last year?" Malfoy asked.

“Well, he came to invite me. I don't want to deny it for fear he'll be upset,” Hermione explained. But he frowned.

“I heard that you kissed that guy. Is this true?” the young man asked, his voice sounding a little jealous.

"Silly news, Draco," she said sullenly. It's like he's completely annoyed by the news.

"If you tell me that, I'll believe you," Malfoy said. "If you kiss my cheek," he continued.

“No way!” She shouted, her face brightening and she rushed out of the bathroom, leaving the young man standing there laughing.

"Oi, you still haven't given me an answer," Malfoy shouted and hurriedly followed her out.