Disclaimer: Everything but the plot belongs to JK Rowling.

A Chance Under Moonlight

by ~Angel Face~
 
 
 

Hermione awoke, the spring sun streaming through the beautiful window behind her bed,
warming her form head to toe. Still, she groaned. She had been having the most wonderful
dream. He was in it….

They were sitting together in a beautiful field of flowers, her head resting gently on
his shoulder. The birds were singing a beautiful lover’s serenade, and the bees hummed
the background. The two sat there, reveling in the rare moments when they could be
together, until dusk. As the sun fell form the deep red sky below the horizon line, he
picked up his broom, and they flew away into the sunset, away from the troubles life
had burdened the two with.

She sat up slowly in bed, suddenly weary although she had gotten a good night’s sleep.
How she longed to be in his company, but how impossible she knew it was. Rubbing her
eyes, she crawled out of bed and into the shower.

The warm water ran over her body like the flood of emotions she was feeling. After a long,
hot shower, she felt ready to take on the world under her security blanket, which was her
reputation as a bossy know-it-all. Hermione didn’t like it, but she knew that Hogwarts would
never accept her as anyone else. She could never become the person she once was without
help from a person who knew the real Hermione Elizabeth Granger. That left only Ginny,
but Hermione didn’t know if she could trust Ginny completely. She always meant well, but
would do just about anything to appear cool to someone, which could mean telling secrets.
Hermione wasn’t ready for the world to know the real her yet.

Grabbing a white fluffy towel on the rack outside the shower, Hermione, dried off and
continued to get ready for the day. She dried her hair with a quick spell, and applied her
very little makeup. She didn’t need very much, so she didn’t wear much. Checking her
watch, she realized that she was already 5 minutes late for breakfast. “Boy, I wish I could
apparate,” Hermione grumbled to herself as she rushed down the many flights of stairs to
breakfast.

When she arrived, Harry called, “Good morning, Hermione,” across the room. She waved
back. Just as she was about to sit down, she heard him say in his usual drawl, “What a
surprise! The amazingly perfect Hermione Granger late for breakfast! I think I’m going to
faint!”

Hermione really was about to faint. He was so intoxicatingly close. How she longed to say
something sweet and romantic back, something that would show him how she felt, but instead,
she answered sharply, “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it! I, the fantastic Hermione Granger,
made a normal human error! I have flaws! The world is ending!” She finished with a roll
of her eyes and sat down with a snotty “Hmph!”

Draco wandered off muttering something about PMS. Hermione didn’t say a word for the
rest of the meal. No one dared to talk to her. Everyone had heard her outburst earlier, and
didn’t know how she would react to even the simplest comment. She wolfed everything
down and flounced off in a huff. Hermione felt the eyes of her peers boring into her back.
Right before she left the room, she turned around and yelled, “What are you looking at?”

With that, she dashed up to her room, threw herself down on her four-poster, and cried
her eyes out. Her life was a mess, and she had probably just lost the few friends she had
by embarrassing herself in front of the whole school. Nothing was going for her. She was
smart, sure, but what had that gotten her so far? A bad reputation and permanently
residing at the bottom of the social food chain.

Slowly, she pulled herself together, and started her weekend’s homework. She had nothing
better to do. She had a light load, and had nothing else to do for the rest of the weekend.
After finishing her potions essay, Ginny quietly slipped into the Sixth Year Girl’s Dormitory,
and whispered, “Hermione? You got mail this morning.”

Hermione looked up from her desk in shock. “I got a letter?” Ginny nodded, a grin slowly
spreading on her face. Hermione eagerly ripped it open. Maybe it was an invitation for
something. But of course, it was just a letter from Professor McGonnagall saying that
Hermione had gotten the highest score on the most recent Transfiguration test. Hermione
sighed forlornly.

“There’s more,” interrupted Ginny. Hermione perked up again. “Really?” With a smile,
she ripped the letter open. In metallic silver ink, a message was scrawled:
 

Dearest Hermione,

I cannot reveal to you who I am now. You probably honestly don’t care a bit about
me, but I definitely don’t mirror this feeling. I have to know how you feel about me,
even if we don’t feel the same. Please meet me tonight at 11 in the Astronomy Tower.

   -       p;  Anonymous
 

Hermione’s eyes continually grew wider threw the note. By the time it ended, they were
as wide as saucers. “Oh my!” Hermione gasped.

Ginny asked, “Well…what was it?” Tell me!” Hermione smiled. “I have an invitation to the
Astronomy Tower tonight.” With a gasp, Ginny ran up to Hermione, and gave her a huge
hug. “Hermi! We have to pick out what you’ll wear, give you a makeover…” and she went
on and on about things they needed to do before tonight. Hermione took a breath, and
began to do as Ginny said.
 

10:30 that night…

Hermione crept threw the halls to the incredibly long staircase that led to the astronomy
tower. She contemplated the note the entire way. By now, she had it memorized. Ginny
had seen her off with a whispered “Good luck!”  Now, she realized that she was going to
need it. It was probably a mean prank or something, but it was worth a try. What did
she have to lose?

Finally, she stepped foot off the last stair, and was in the short corridor leading to the
tower room. She could hear the fierce wind howling outside, sending shivers down
Hermione’s spine. Her palm was sweaty as she grasped the doorknob, and quickly
twisted it.

The dark, eerie room appeared spooky at first, bathed in the pale moonlight. Hermione
didn’t see anyone their. She almost began crying, realizing that it was a prank. Suddenly,
someone hooded crept out of the shadows in the far corner. She sucked in her breath,
thinking she had gotten herself into grave danger. The figure slowly began to pull his
hood off. A flash of white-blond hair and steely gray eyes made her realize that it was
him – Draco.

“Draco,” she croaked, wondering what he was going to do. “Hello, Hermione. I’m so
glad you came. I thought you wouldn’t for a while. She checked her watch, and realized
for the second time that day she was late.

“What are you going to do?” she questioned nervously. He softened, and said, “Hermione,
I want you to know something. I’m trusting you with my heart, and I don’t know if I could
stand to be broken again.”

Hermione sucked in sharply, “Do you mean…” He nodded a tiny nod, as if he were
ashamed to admit it. “Hermione Granger, I swear to you know that I love you, and only
you. Please say you feel the same, Hermione,” he whispered, sounding desperate.
“Please!” he finished with an anguished cry.

She began to move toward him, in small, gentle baby steps. “I don’t want to scare you,
please, I love you! I have since day one! I know it’s against all the rules. But they don’t
hold water. We can get around them together, I swear it!”

Giving up all hope of staying with a safe love, she ran feverishly towards him. “Oh, Draco!
I love you too!” she cried, burying herself in his strong chest. She had been longing for this
moment for so long. It was everything she had ever wanted, by chance under pale moonlight.
 
 
 

I know, it’s way too perfect, but I like it. Tell me if you want me to continue, or any ideas you have
for this story or another and I’ll try to write it in. Flame away, as long as you can justify it. Thanks!

~Angel Face~