The Secret Of A Proud Malfoy
Disclaimer: I refuse to write this because we all know that I didn't make up Hermione and Draco. And so I shall go of to play with the butterflies. ( Muffled happy shouts are heard in the backround)
He knew that it was forbidden for him to do what he was doing. Hell, he'd known that from day one! And yet still. He crept down the hall faster, willing his feet to go faster. Finally he reached the end of the long hallway, and he quietly opened the door. This proved eaier said then done, as the compertment door of her train compartment squeaked open very loudly. He grit his teeth in anoyence, if Granger caught him…… he shuddered. He'd rather get bitten by Grayback then face her rath. And yet……. He satared at the black curtain that hung between the two parts of the compartment, Her's and Mine. He hesitently pulled it back and peered in. There she was sleeping like the angels were sitting there and humming a song, just for her. His fingers flew to the chain around his neck, as he undid it and went to lift up her gead, when a movement stopped him. Her face had changed from a smile to a opened mouth grin, igroring it he lifted her head up and quickly did it up. Then he softly lay her head back down onto her pillow. Her left hand went up to his ear and started to play with his tiny golden, hooped earring that was in his ear. Letting his shaggy blande hair fall down to his ears, was like a dream for his mind to have the air blow through it. Her brown curls hung around her face and on the pillow like a small river cascading down. He smiled, almost distantly. And yet, he didn't make a move. He just stood there, watching, staring. And hoppnig that one day, they could be together.
The truth was that Draco Malfoy loved to watch Hermione Granger sleep, no more no less. It was the one thing in his life that he cared about, Hermione Granger. And so, He thought to himslf, this is the secret of a proud Malfoy.