The Hoax (Dramione Story)

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“What do you have planned for us today?” Hermione asked Draco with an excited grin, her eyes shining with anticipation.

“Nothing special, I was planning on taking you to the Astronomy tower and staying up all night there.” Draco told her with a shrug as he looked over at her.

“You really want to do that?”

“Do what?”

“Stay up all night.”

“Why? Are you too weak to stay up all night? Do you need your beauty sleep?” He teased her as he lightly laughed.

“No, I was asking because I was worried about you. I know how much you like to value your beauty sleep. I just don’t want to ruin your sleeping pattern, either.” Hermione said coolly, shrugging him off as she looked down at her book.

“Is that a challenge?” Draco asked, cocking up an eyebrow as he stared at her.

“I don’t really see you as a challenge.” Hermione said, looking up and smirking at him. “I apologize.”

Draco scoffed and shook his head as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ll make sure you regret saying that to me.” He told her as he stretched.

“It’s the other way around, Draco.”

“We’ll see about that.” Draco told her as he leaned in towards her, placing his elbows on the table.

“Don’t go crying to Zabini when you lose.”

“I won’t be the one crying.”

“Are you certain?” Hermione asked as she shot up her eyebrows.

“Positive.”

“Well, it’s nice to know you have the confidence . . . and pride. I just hope your pride will hold up even when you lose to me.”

“Let’s make a bet.” Draco said as he stared at her with a small glare.

Hermione rolled her soft coffee bean eyes and groaned. “Another bet? I feel like our relationship is solely based on bets.” She complained as she lowered her gaze on him. “And I find it extremely unhealthy.”

“That’s what keeps this relationship fun.” He told her with a wink and let out a deep breath, pondering on the punishment for a minute or two. He snapped his fingers and smirked. “The winner gets to draw on the loser’s face.”

“With a sharpie.” Hermione added and saw that she had lost him there. “It’s this muggle marker . . . it’s hard to get off. I have a few in my room so we’ll use that.” She said with a mischievous beam. “Deal?” She asked as she stuck out her hand.