Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
My first Dramione~ ^_^
Draco was gazing out the window. Not really longingly, even though it was a gorgeous day inside and he was in the stuffy old library—he liked it there anyways. He wasn't really glaring either, staring at the couple by the lake. Even if it was his best friend and Hermione Granger.
Blaise was making her laugh.
Draco could make her laugh. If I wanted to, Draco added, half sternly, and half for his pride.
Blaise was looking a bit bored by whatever Hermione was saying—probably something about some sort of weed in the lake and its history.
Draco wouldn't be bored—in fact he found Hermione's mini-lectures quite entrancing and informative. Plus there was this light in her eyes whenever she got excited…
Blaise was shaking his head when she kept talking. He tried to lean in for a kiss but Hermione leaned back, shaking her own head. Draco could see his best friend getting frustrated—after all, who refused Blaise Zabini? But Draco found that instead of feeling pity for the Italian, he instead found himself thinking that he would never push Hermione. He would wait for her to be completely ready so that their first kiss would be electrifying.
Draco saw Blaise conjure roses for Hermione, as an apology. He saw Hermione looking surprised, and then a smile on her face as she accepted them. Instead of thinking 'Nice save, Blaise' as he usually would for Theo or Harry (Scarhead and him had gotten along rather well after the war), he remembered a conversation that he and Hermione had a while back.
"You don't like roses?" Draco asked, incredulous. They were leafing through a book on flowers for Herbology when Draco commented what a girl would do if she got a Mandrake for Valentine's Day instead of roses. Hermione had replied with a swift, "I'd be okay with it. I don't like roses anyway."
"No, I don't." she continued to explain. "They smell stuffy and old, and their thorns remind me of all the imperfections of the person who gave them to me. It was that stupid game, Roses and Thorns…," she began to mutter about more muggle games.
"So what do you like?" Draco asked.
"Hm? Well…Bellisimo flowers." She paused for a moment. "Oh, those are-"
"I know what they are. Simple, but with an elegance and innocence that roses could never have." Draco murmured. "Interesting choice."
Valentine's Day had rolled around the next week and Draco presented her with a single Bellisimo flower, giving a smirk when he saw the delight in her face. When she asked where he got it, he put a finger to his lips and winked, before leaving for his chambers.
Draco sighed at the fake smile Hermione wore. If it was him, he would never let Hermione wear a fake smile. He'd want everything to be genuine, just like she was. Everything would be perfect, just like she was.
Draco knew that he could be a better boyfriend to Hermione than Blaise, and he knew that he loved her more than Blaise. Draco could steal her away…but he can't. Because Blaise is his best friend and Hermione was Hermione.
So Draco could do a lot of things…but for now he would just sit and watch.