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Chapter 11 : Coming clean... sort of.
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I sat there, listening to Draco say something over the phone about spending the weekend alone to figure out what this was. I was playing with a rose petal, smiling, and was about to say that I wanted nothing more when my office door began to open.
"Gotta go, bye!" I said as quick as I could before hanging the phone up. I threw it down on the desk and picked up a file, pretending to read it. I looked up and saw Ron standing there giving me an odd look.
"You know that's upside down Mione." He said, pointing to the file.
I felt my face grow hot. "Of course I knew, I read upside down to challenge myself."
He snorted and shook his head. He stopped shaking his head when he noticed the enormous vase of roses on my desk.
"Oi! Who are those from?" He asked, turning to face me with his left eyebrow raised.
"No one!" I nearly shouted. He reached for the card attached and I snatched it out of his hands before he could read it.
"Bloody hell, woman!" He looked shocked, and somewhat hurt. "What's got your wand in a knot? Please tell me those aren't from Blaise and he isn't sending you dirty messages or something. Merlin that man's a pig."
I shook my head furiously. "No, Ron. Please, I'm not an idiot. I'm not even THINKING about trying anything with him. Don't worry." That seemed to calm him down somewhat and he let out a sigh of relief.
"Well, good. I was worried I may have to beat him up." I laughed and shook my head. I laughed a bit too hard and found myself smiling at the fact that Draco had given me flowers. I looked up to see Ron giving me an all-too-serious look. "Hermione, who are the flowers from?" The smile fell off my face immediately.
"Should we go?" I asked, we were supposed to go to lunch together. I started gathering my things and was putting my bag over my shoulder when he continued.
"Hermione, tell me. Or do you want me to guess?" I nearly dropped my bag. He couldn't know, could he? I could tell from the look on his face, however, that he knew.
"No... don't." I said, turning away from him and shaking my head. How had I gotten myself into this?
Nearly a half hour later, we were walking through a park and Ron still hadn't said a word, confirming my suspicions that he did indeed know.
"Please Ron, at least say something." He stopped in his tracks and looked at me.
"I'm really not quite sure what you expect me to say Mione. I suppose, if anything, I'm impressed."
"Excuse you? What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him, the hurt in my voice betraying me.
"I just didn't think you were like that. Him I could see... bloody Slytherin." He was shaking his head and the look on his face was clear, disappointment, yet a hint of admiration.
"It's not like this is something to be proud of." I said, looking at the ground. I couldn't believe Ron had found out. "Oh god, I'm an awful person."
"Why?!" Ron asked me, lifting my chin up with his hand. "Nobody is married yet. There's still plenty of time for decisions, either way. Besides, we all make mistakes, right?" I know he was trying to be comforting, but it wasn't working. That's what he thought this was, a mistake. "But Mione... I could see you guys together. Much more than I can see him with Ginny." I sighed and we made our way over to a bench to sit down.
"I just... I don't know." I said, unsure of what else to tell Ron.
"Well, what's the plan then? Hmm?" He asked me, genuinely curious.
"Well, he wants to spend some alone time together. He wants to figure out what this is, exactly."
"And what is it that you want?" His question caught me off guard.
"I... I want to not want him." I said, giving him the most honest answer I could. After all, I had my chance, he was Ginny's now.
"Is that true?" I knew that it wasn't... Of course I didn't want to stop this, but I couldn't bear the thought of hurting Ginny.
"I don't really know...." I said, trailing off.
"Well, let's look at it this way. What if the situation were reversed? Do you really think Ginny would even hesitate?" It hit me like a ton of bricks, of course she wouldn't. She would swoop down and take Draco and claim that it obviously wasn't meant to be between the two of us. Sure, she would apologize and she would maybe feel somewhat guilty. But she wouldn't let the guilt eat away at her like it was me.
It had been 2 days since Ron and I talked. He knew just about everything there was to know. I didn’t fill him in on any specifics but I could tell he had figured most of them out on his own.
I was currently being towed around a store by none other than Ginny, trying to find the perfect pair of shoes for her dress. Kill me now.
“Gin, I really need to get back to work.” I said to her but she seemed to have not heard me. She had stolen me at the beginning of my ‘lunch break’. It had been nearly 2 hours and we still hadn’t found her shoes.
“What about these ones?” She asked, picking up a pair of white stilettos. I laughed. She would want to walk down the aisle in those.
“GINNY!” I shouted, causing several people to stare at us. I grabbed the shoes from her and set them back down. “Did you even hear me?” I knew I sounded beyond exasperated but I couldn’t help it.
“Ugh. Fine. But, can I read you something?” She asked me and I rolled my eyes.
“Fine Gin! But, make it fast. Please?” I asked her, trying to calm myself down. Ginny sat down on the large chair near an aisle of shoes.
“Pfft. It’s my vows… my wedding vows.” As the sentence left her mouth, realization sunk in. Ginny and Draco were getting married unless something happened… and fast.
“Oh.. okay then, let’s hear it.” I said and sat down on the chair next to her.
“Draco.” She began. I could tell this wasn’t going to be pretty. “Draco.” She repeated. “Our love is like the ocean. Endless and deep, always flowing.” She stopped and I expected her to continue. She gave me an expecting look and I realized that was all she had so far. “You hate it don’t you?” She asked, her eyes growing larger. She looked to be on the verge of tears.
“Oh no, no Gin that’s not it!”
“It was awful! God! Hermione, this is why I need your help! You’re so much better than I am with these things.” I shook my head, not wanting to hear this right now. Finally, I realized that if I didn’t help her, she would grow upset or learn the real reason behind why I didn’t want to do it.
That was how I became the assistant in writing my best friend’s vows to the man I love.
I sighed out loud and took a deep breath before looking Ginny in the eyes. Her large brown eyes stared back at me, a look of hopelessness plainly visible.
"Well, for starters, oceans don't flow... rivers flow. Just... just drop the ocean thing."
"Right, drop the ocean." Ginny said, "Now what?"
"Oh love, vows should be special. Something between the two of you. Not anything dirty mind you, it is a wedding. Keep it simple and romantic. Tell him how he makes you feel."
"Right..." She gave me a quizzical look and threw her hands up in the air. "God Hermione! I give up! How am I supposed to do this?! I suck at words. I'm good with spells and quidditch. Words have always been your thing." I looked at my hopeless best friend and something inside me snapped. Words began pouring out of my mouth.
"Tell him how happy he makes you. That you never would have thought you'd end up where you are but just the thought of him now makes you smile. When you're with him, everything makes sense... That he makes you unbelievably giddy. You would do anything for him...and that he makes you the person you want to be, instead of the person you are. That the idea of life without him is unbearable... unimaginable."
I ended up rambling on and on like that as Ginny continually looked more and more happy with the words I was spilling out. Little did she know those words were meant not for her to say to him, but for me to say to him. She had no idea these were my feelings. That I was giving her everything I held secret.
The darkest secret of my life and I was spilling it to my best friend, yet she had no idea. How did I end up in this situation?
"Oh my god!" I hear Ginny shout and looked up to see that she hadn't been paying attention but was instead talking to none other than Lavender Brown shopping with Padma Patil. She was admiring their clothes as if she had completely forgotten about me.
As she carried on a conversation with them, I pulled out my mobile and sent a message to Draco that read: "This weekend... YES!!" I hit send and immediately became more than nervous. What was I to wear?
~*~*~*~*~* Friday Night ~*~*~*~*~*~
It was Friday night and I had finally planned out all my outfits for the weekend. Right now I was wearing a simple white, strapless summer dress. It was fitted tightly below my chest and flowed out down to my knees. I slipped on a pair of flats and looked over my reflection in the mirror. It would have to do.
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 17:45, Draco was supposed to arrive by 18:00 and I knew that he, like me, always arrived early.
I began to panic and clean random things around my flat. Putting away a stray magazine or mug that I had used for tea a few days back. I jumped a foot in the air when the doorbell buzzed.
I glanced up at Hermione's flat from the stairs below. I couldn't believe we were about to do this.
She didn't know it, but I was more than positive she was the one I wanted... but it wasn't that simple...
I took a deep breath and made my way up the stairs. I rang the doorbell and tried to remain calm. I didn't know why I was freaking out so much. It was only Hermione, after all.
"COMING!" I heard her shout from within and I felt a smile cross my lips.
A second later, the door burst open and Hermione was standing there, looking gorgeous but breathless in a white dress. She looked gorgeous. It took all my strength not to tackle her right then and there. Merlin, that woman had power over me.
This was going to be the best weekend of my life.
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