This is a random idea that I just made into a story. Sorry for neglecting my other fic but I have something of a writer's block. Please review this and tell me if you want me to continue with it.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, only the plot I have placed them in.
Draconis Black Malfoy woke up to the sounds of sobs. He shook his head in confusion before swinging his legs of the side of the bed and standing up. The white-blond boy stood in the full glare of the morning sunshine, the radiant rays falling on his silky white-blond hair, his impressive muscular frame and his aristocratic features. He looked around his bedroom in an attempt to pinpoint the source of the heart-rending crieS.
Seeing nothing but his normal green and silver Head Boy room, he walked slowly towards the door and down his stairs into the shared common room. The cozy room was empty and silent.
The Malfoy heir turned to the stairs opposite him and walked slowly up. He stopped cautiously at the door marked Head Girl. He knocked gently but the sobs continued. So he turned the knob, and crept into the Head Girl's bedroom.
Draco looked immediately at the large canopied bed before him. What he saw made him stop completely. A broken girl was stretched out on the covers, her curly brown hair going everywhere, and her face red with tears. Her eyes were closed so he could not see the chocolaty orbs he knew so well. But for all the tears and frizz, Hermione Granger had never looked more beautiful to him.
Unbeknownst to the Gryffindor princess, the Slytherin Prince had loved the bushy haired know-it-all for years. Lucius Malfoy had been put in Azkaban after the final battle, shortly after Sirius had died and since then, there were no lessons or punishments about "mudbloods" in the Malfoy house. His mother Narcissa had even encouraged this small crush as she saw it. So Draco had watched the girl of the Golden Trio carefully over the past few years, rejoicing silently whenever she smiled at him, or even just said 'hello'.
Because the War was over and Voldemort vanquished, Draco saw no need to continue with his old malicious ways. After all, that was Lucius. Not him. So Draco and his friends had stopped tormenting everyone and everything. Though Harry Potter and Ron Weasley would not call the Slytherin 'friend'. They had a slight truce and would no longer try to hex him at every opportunity.
Hermione Granger however, was different. She had immediately embraced the change in the Slytherins and had done her absolute best to befriend them. They weren't bosom buddies by any stretch of the imagination, but a tentative friendship had sprung up between Draco, Blaise, Pansy, and Hermione.
And that was all Draco needed to take his crush to the next level. At first, he wasn't sure what he though of the bubbly girl, but slowly (very, very slowly) he came to realize that the swelling his heart felt whenever she smiled and the smile that came to his lips when she laughed meant love. When he finally came to this realization over the Christmas break, he was horrified. He couldn't love her! He didn't deserve her generosity. So he had kept his distance and watched her from afar. Because of his confusion lately, the Head Boy and Head Girl had not talked of anything other than duties for weeks.
Draco had vowed to keep his distance as he worried that Hermione would not share his feelings and that a slight friendship, however much it pained him, was better than being rejected and spurned. He knew that she was single, Ron was dating Lavender, Harry was with Ginny, but he was still afraid to make any move. But he could not just leave a crying girl alone in her room on Valentine's Day. Especially the one he loved.
All this ran through his head as he walked slowly over to her large bed.
"Hermione?" he asked softly, not really expecting an answer. When he didn't get one, he sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her arm. When she didn't flinch away from the touch, he got bolder and gathered her up in his arms. She responded immediately by turning her body and crying into his shoulder, clinging tightly to his much larger frame. Draco smiled softly and eased back into the pillows on the bed, clasping his love closely to his body, reveling in her closeness.
"Hermione" he breathed softly into her beautiful smooth hair, content to hold her forever. However, after a few minutes he became worried when her weeping did not stop.
"Hermione? Hermione. What's wrong?" He asked now concerned. "What's the matter?"
A muffled voice replied, "It's bloody Valentine's Day that's what"
Draco smiled at her language before frowning when he realized what she had said.
"What's the matter with Valentine's Day?" he asked perplexed.
"There is nothing bloody well wrong with it if you bloody have someone to share the bloody day with." She muttered through her tears, finally lifting her face to look up at his.
He chuckled lightly, the confusion fading "Careful love, you're starting to sound like Weasley." He said as he gently brushed her hair from her face.
Hermione frowned, confused. "What? Don't play tricks with me Draco. I'm not in the mood." She pushed his chest lightly, trying to push him away. "And let go of me. I should be allowed to cry in peace. I don't need you mocking me. Go away."
Confusion spread again across Draco's face before he sighed, exasperated. He leaned forward and whispered "Damn love, you can be so slow sometimes."
Then before she could react to that extremely confusing statement, he leaned even closer, and pressed his lips to hers.
Hermione gasped, it was unlike any other kiss she had had before. They had always been quick kisses filled with nothing but lust or desire. This was different. It wasn't a kiss of lustful desire, but a sweet gentle loving kiss.
Draco poured all of his hopes and wishes into that one kiss, trying to show Hermione exactly what he felt, and that she would never be alone again, not if he had anything to say about it.
Hermione gasped and Draco took advantage of that, deepening the kiss. Both of them were reeling in the feeling of rightness and belonging just from one kiss. The two finally broke apart and gulped up oxygen. Draco never took his eyes off her, waiting for the fiery girl to push him out and scream at him. But Hermione just looked at him, stunned. He turned away, ashamed.
"I'm sorry lo- Hermione. I'll….uh…I'll just go." He made to move away but was stopped by a small hand on his arm.
"Don't. Please. I…I…" Hermione gave up on words so she just grabbed Draco's head and pulled him back to her. "Please don't leave." She said, and then she kissed him.
Thank you for reading, please review and tell me what you think and whether or not you want me to continue.
