Surprise! I lied!

Chapter 7

I Know

"We hate you," grumbled an extremely tired redhead as she pulled her large trophy closer to her.

"No you don't!" chimed two voices in reply.

"No, I think she's right," said a curly-haired witch as she let out a yawn. "We hate you."

"If you really did hate us, you wouldn't have come with us," reasoned the darker-skinned Slytherin.

"We were abducted!" cried the younger girl. "You two lifted us up and carried us away from our warm, comfortable…" she yawned, "sleep."

"If you wanted us to stop, I'm sure 'Mione would've thought of some spell to attack us with," the blonde boy pointed out.

"Actually, I've tried making your heads explode several times since our abduction. Unfortunately, I'm too exhausted to actually make it happen." She nuzzled deeper into the blonde's chest.

"I'd beat you with my trophy, but it's too pretty to get blood on."

The boys exchanged smirks.

Hermione walked through the portrait to find Ginny curled up on a red couch with a blanket and her well-earned trophy.

"'Mione! There you are! Are you okay? Where did you run off to?"

The older witch walked over and plopped onto the couch with her friend. Ginny moved closer and offered her friend some of her blanket. After Hermione settled under the blanket, she leaned her against the couch back and closed her eyes.

"I was down by the lake. I assume you were told about my little outburst?"

Ginny gave a small nod. "You walked in on them. Why didn't you tell me? I would've hexed him into oblivion!"

"That's exactly why!" Hermione sat up to explain. "You would have told me I deserved better, and ripped his throat out, and called him a no good piece of rubbish! I wasn't ready to believe that. I wanted to believe that we could make things work. I thought Lavender was just a fling, a one-time thing. Evidently, I was wrong."

The younger girl gave a nod of agreement and understanding. She slapped her brother after Neville explained what had been revealed about Ron's extra-curricular activities. Her mother would be hearing about it later.

"Draco met me out by the lake," Hermione added after a moment. Chuckling at her friend's eager expression, she continued, "It turns out he reciprocates my feelings."

"Of course he does!" She rolled her eyes. "What happened next?"

"He asked me if Ronald and I were officially done, and I said yes. Then he said he had to go take care of something and left… What happened with Zabini?"

A bright smile spread across the young witch's face. "He asked me out on a date!"

"When did this happen?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"When we were walking back to the dance. He says it's his payment for helping me win. He said that he wouldn't have volunteered in the competition if it didn't mean so much to me."

"I told you!"

"Yes, well you are the brightest witch of our age."

Hermione undid the braid her hair was in and leaned back against the couch. "I'm really tired."

"So am I," Ginny admitted. "Thank you so much for doing this with me."

"Anything for you, Gin."

Hermione closed her eyes and Ginny followed suit. Within minutes the two girls were slumbering peacefully.

After what felt like only minutes, but was actually an hour, both girls were being gently shaken awake.

"I don't know who you are, but prepare to die a slow and painful death!" Ginny groaned as she opened one eye to make sure her trophy was still next to her.

"Now Ginevra, you wouldn't kill the keeper of the coffee, would you?" Said girl turned her attention to the boy lifting her from the soft couch.

"Zabini? How the bloody hell did you get in here?"

"Longbottom let us in," a voice came from Ginny's left-hand side. "C'mon, love, time to get up," the other Slytherin cooed as her took the older witch into his arms, bridal-style.

Hermione let out a whimper as she was pulled away from the warmth of her temporary bed. "Go away!" she cried weakly.

Malfoy looked down at her. "Never again," he whispered.

"We have a surprise for you two," explained Blaise. He started to walk toward the portrait until the girl in his arms stopped him.

"I'm not going anywhere without my trophy, Zabini! Turn around."

He did as she demanded and then the two boys exited the room with the girls in their arms.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked.

"It's a surprise," Draco said.

Both girls snickered. "Well, my eyelids are too heavy to keep up, so I'll just keep my eyes closed 'til we arrive." Hermione nodded in agreement and shut her eyes as well.

Blaise shrugged. "Works for us."

The girls felt the boys stop walking and assumed they'd reached their destination. Hermione felt Draco pace back and forth and knew where they were immediately. Ginny reached the same conclusion as she heard Draco's soft footfalls.

"We're here," the boys said, stepping into the room and setting the girls on their feet.

The Room of Requirement looked like a smaller version of what the Great Hall had looked like that morning. The only houses represented in the decorations, though, were Slytherin and Gryffindor. And in the middle of the dance floor was a round wooden table with four places set on a red and white checkerboard tablecloth. There were also several plates of bacon, toast, and eggs in the center. The Gryffindors gaped in awe as the boys led them to the table. After helping with their chairs, the boys seated themselves.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Blaise snapped his fingers and rose from his chair. He jogged over to a table and made his way back. "Coffee," he stated holding up two thermoses. He gave one to each girl.

"Blaise, I love you!" cried Hermione as she handed her thermos to Draco.

"Hey!" Draco cried.

They all laughed and began to serve themselves.

Music began to play quietly and Blaise asked Ginny to accompany him on the dance floor.

"Zabini, I just participated in a twenty-four hour dance marathon. Do you honestly think I want to dance with you?"


The redhead couldn't fight the smile that graced her lips. "Fine, you git, let's dance."

The dark-skinned boy led her out to the floor and placed his hands on her hips as they began to sway gently with the music.

"So does this count as my payment?"

"I don't think so, Weasley. This is something Malfoy and I cooked up together, so it doesn't count."

She let out a laugh and rested her head against his chest. "Whatever you say, Blaise."



"I think you're amazing."

"I know," she smirked.

"I want you to be mine."

She pulled her head away so that she was able to look at him. "I know," she whispered. "And I want you to be mine."

It was his turn to smirk. "I know." He leaned in to capture her lips.

Hermione smiled after her friends as they began to sway.

"They look happy," Draco said as he pulled his chair closer to hers.

"They do. Ginny's had feelings for him since first term."

"He's been interested in her since sixth year. His feelings got stronger when they started talking this year."

"Really?" she asked turning her attention to him. "She was afraid that he wouldn't feel the same about her. I told her she had nothing to worry about!"

He only nodded. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. "I broke it off with Pansy."


"Yes. I only dated her because I was hurt and angry."

"I understand… So what now?"

Draco pushed a lock of hair away from her face and took her hands in his. "You are the best person that I've ever known. You never cease to amaze me. This school year has been the best one of my life, despite all of the persecution and hate that I've had to deal with, and that's all because of you. You're my best friend. And now it's time for us to do what we've wanted to do for a very long time: be together."

Hermione pulled her hand away from his and stroked the side of his face. Letting it rest there, she leaned in and he met her halfway, cupping her face in both hands. They pulled away, foreheads still touching, and Hermione took his hands and intertwined them with hers.

"You know I love you, right?" Draco asked.

"I know," Hermione breathed. "I wish I hadn't spent so much time with Ronald. I wasted so much of the time I could've spent with you. I've been in love with you since before Christmas break."

"I know."

She leaned in, trying to make up for lost time.


A/N: So, I got a review from forever-and-a-day98 saying that the last chapter was a "crap ending." And I agree completely. It was totally unfair to leave you guys hanging since I was dying to find out what would happen after I saw this episode of Gilmore Girls. I was actually planning to write another chapter sooner, but school completely drained me and I need at least four hours of sleep to get through the day. I apologize for its late arrival, but here it is! I hope this is more satisfying! :)

Cover Photo:
-The cover image is from
They Shoot Gilmore Girls, Don't They? Going from left to right it's Kirk (Michael Corner), Lorelai Gilmore (Ginny), and Rory Gilmore (Hermione). Ginny and Hermione's hair correspond with the way Lorelai and Rory have their hair. Their dresses are obviously, not the same. Just picture them in place of the Gilmore Girls characters! ^-^