By: YourSlytherinPrincess
Disclaimer; this was made from the bottom of my heart and for the love of the movie that we all know we'd love to own. R & R please.
The night was cold, as the raindrops from the incoming storm splatteed the dark windows of the Hogwar's Castle. All the students were tucked into bed, and silently dreaming of what was to come tomorrow, while teachers and prefects patroled the halls for troublemakers and secret overs. All the lights in the castle had been turned off, all but the Head's room where a small candle light flickered in the gloomy darkness. She was up.
She, being the object that Draco concidered to be a window into heaven, that always could only reflect his face and reams. But as he quietly closed the portrait's back, he finally releized the truth. She was sleeping.
He smiled, something he'd not don in so many years, that he could almost feel his father turning in his grave. Lightly, he brushed a lock of stranded brown hair from her face, lettinghis fingers trace back down her cheek and over her lips in love. So lovely... yet so dangerous. Turning away from her in resistance to the silent love he wished he could give, Draco slowly moved toward the door to his dormitory room.
" Don't leave, Draco. I need you." Her small voice called back to him, but as he turned, he watched her body convulse in silent tears and pain. Sadly, he stood there and watched until she she stopped and fell back into her sweet slumber. God damn his father, for the damn curse that he gave her. The curse of never sleeping until she finally died of fear and hate. And yet Draco still loved the mudblood. Draco Malfoy had finally fallen in love with Hermione Granger. What a mistake, because now he couldn't get away. He was too far in, and she didn't even know it.