"Hermione! Wait!" Draco waved his hands and shouted after the bright yellow cab, which was now speeding away, carrying his love in it. "Stop the car!"

Draco looked around desperately and ran his fingers through his hair, hoping to find something—anything—that he could use. He patted down his pockets, but couldn't find the cellphone Hermione had given him to contact her with. "Dammit," he swore under his breath. Then, he saw it.

A bright pink bicycle was lying against the pavement. Draco hesitated a moment. What would people think? A Malfoy, riding a pink bicycle? And with streamers, never the less. Man up, Draco. If you don't do this now, you'll never see her ever again.

Draco swore again, this time loudly, but ran over to the bike and picked it up. He sat on the white seat gingerly and took a deep breathe. "Off we go," he said, and pushed off.

As he pedaled through the people on the street, he stood up, trying to see if the cab was still in sight. "Come on," he gritted his teeth and pushed as faster and hard as his legs would go. It really was a sight to see, a grown man, racing down the street on a bright pink bike with streamers in the handles.

As he turned down the street, he saw the cab. It was approaching a red light and Draco silently cheered. I can do this! He sped down the street, evading cars left and right, and finally he caught up the taxi.

"Hermione! Hermione, I have to talk to you!" He pounded on the window and the women inside turned around. Not Hermione. "I'm sorry, really." Draco looked around and the actual cab. It was on the other side of the road, already turning down another street.


Draco looked around—there were no cars—and he pedaled. Hard, and fast. Honks came from all sides, but he sped through the road and continued to follow the taxi. "Hermione! Wait up!"

Finally, he caught up with her at a red light. He pounded on the window glass and shouted. Her face turned around shocked. Hermione rolled down the window and asked, "What the heck are you doing, Draco?"

"Hermione, I need to talk to you. I didn't get to say what I meant. I'm sorry."

The driver turned around and yelled at them. "Hey, lady, are you going to talk or drive?"

Hermione turned back and said, "Just drive over the other side and pull over on the side."

Draco rode the bike over to meet the taxi and got off, his legs sore. "Hermione, I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it, it was a mistake. I love you."

Hermione looked at him. "Do you mean it now then?"

Draco let out an exasperated breath. "Of course I do, Granger. Happy Valentine's Day. I love you."

Hermione smiled. "Are you going to kiss me now?"

Draco didn't answer her; instead he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He broke away and hugged her tightly. "Don't ever leave me again. I hate pink bikes."

Hermione laughed, and asked jokingly, "Do you have a love fern to give to me?"

Draco's face turned from happiness to confusion. "What's a love fern?"

Hermione laughed again, and pecked him on the cheek. "Never mind. Happy Valentine's Day, Draco."



HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! And props to the movies How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days. If you haven't seen it, go watch it! It's hilarious.

Everybody, spread the love, and go buy someone a love fern.