Author's Note: Hello again. This is first Dramione (I think) and it's a gift for my best friend Abril who's birthday is today (just like Snape mwahaha). Cliché and fluff are her middle names so I did my best to make her happy.
Disclaimer: This characters belong to J. K. Rowling and I'm glad she created them.
Down, down the snowflake went, dancing slowly in the wind, lazily swaying from one side to another until it landed gently on the tip of the girl's nose.
Wrinkling her face, Hermione unceremoniously shook it off and rubbed her red nose. With a dramatic sigh, she continued to read the massive book she had on her lap. Exams were only a few months away and she hadn't had enough time to study properly, away from all the distractions that came with being one of Harry Potter's best friends. She pulled her scarf tighter around her face and squinted her eyes, trying to read for the third time the same paragraph.
The stone bench where she had decided to sit was freezing, but the courtyard where she was was luckily student-free, and so she couldn't let the opportunity pass to have some decent revision.
"Inside the snargaluff tree are a number of small pods which, when stabbed, emit wriggling tubers..."
"I have no idea what I just read" Hermione thought frustrated. She sighed again and turned the page, frowning in concentration as she distractedly chewed the tip of her quill. She crossed her legs and leaned back, placing his hand on the backside of the bench.
Only that someone had already placed a hand there.
Hermione was startled when she felt the hand, and whipped her head to see who the owner of the hand was. Imagine her shock when she saw none other than Draco Malfoy sitting comfortably next to her, immersed in a potions book.
She opened and closed her mouth gobsmacked looking around her and then turning to Malfoy again.
"How...when..." she stammered.
"Please don't stammer, Granger, it makes you look seemingly unattractive" Malfoy told her calmly, not even looking up from his book.
Hermione studied him with narrow eyes. She hadn't even heard him approach, and even less sit down only inches from her. She looked around her and saw a few other empty benches in the snow-covered courtyard, and turned to Malfoy.
"Why are you sitting with me?" she asked suspiciously.
Malfoy snorted and turned a page from his book.
"Don't flatter yourself, mudblood. I'm not sitting with you, you are sitting with me"
"Well as I recall, I was here first" Hermione answered with a huff.
"So? You can always leave, you know?" Malfoy said, finally looking up at her with a raised eyebrow, "I don't see your name in this bench either"
Hermione scoffed. Malfoy was mistaken if he thought she would give in so easily. She was determined not to let him think he could stroll nonchalantly and sit on her bench like he owned it.
She pushed her hair so it would fall between them and resumed her studying. She wrote down a few notes. Malfoy adjusted in his seat. She scratched a few things and re-wrote them. Malfoy crossed a leg over his knee. She turned the page. Malfoy mumbled something under his breath. She cleared her throat. Malfoy yawned. She leaned back and placed her hand on the back side of the bench. Malfoy leaned back and placed his hand on hers. She...wait, what?
Hermione peeped through her bushy hair and surely enough, Malfoy had indeed placed his hand on hers. He glanced up at him, but he was still reading his book as if he hadn't noticed. Hermione looked down again and frowned. His hand was rough but warm, not ice cold like she had imagined, and it almost covered all of her petite hand. She hesitantly moved her fingers to see his reaction, but he only sighed and tightened his grip for a second.
"I have to go to the Common Room" she said at last, standing up, I slight blush on her cheeks.
"No one's stopping you" Malfoy said, withdrawing his hand from the bench to turn a page and glancing up at her with a query look on his face.
"I'm not leaving just because you said so" she said, gathering her school books, "Coz I'm not"
"Whatever you say, Granger" he mumbled, engrossed again in his book.
