The silence of the almost deserted dungeons was disrupted only by the pacing and heavy breathing of Draco Malfoy.
"I don't understand," he whispered harshly to the brunette in front of him.
"I try to ignore you, that doesn't work, I try to be nice and that doesn't work either; I know what I've done to you was awful, but why won't you forgive me?"
"I accepted you apology, Malfoy," the brunette uttered.
"Obviously not," the quiet tone of Malfoy's obvious anger was chilling, but laced with melancholy. "I understand that you still fight with me in hallways or classrooms; you have to show other people that you won't be treated like dirt! But the fact that you made a point of tracking me down, in the middle of the night, with no audience proves that you find joy in my anger."
"You'd have done the same a few ye-"
"BUT I CHANGED! I APOLOGISED!"
A frustrated growl escaped the blonde's throat as he pulled his hands through his hair.
"Why do you keep provoking me, it's like you enjoy seeing me upset and angry?"
The girl shifted, her eyes looking at the stone floor, "Answer me Granger."
Hermione moved, to begin walking away. His Quidditch training making his reflexes fast, Draco moved and trapped Hermione between himself and the wall, one hand of either side of her body.
A small gasp escaped Hermione's lips.
"Answer me. Please," he whispered again.
Her tongue darted out to lick her gloss stained lips. Before she opened her mouth to respond, Hermione let out a breath and looked into Draco's eyes.
"Stop it. Why are you staring at me like that Granger?"
"Did you know that you're eyes change colour?" Hermione asked, her voice small, "Only sometimes, when you're passionate about something. Like, when you're laughing with your friends, not a mean or cruel laugh when you're taunting first years, but when you're genuinely happy. Or when you're upset, like when you received the owl about your aunt passing away and I found you in the Astronomy tower crying. Or when you're with a girl you like, like Pansy, when your relationship is serious and you look at her like she's the only other person in the room. Your steel grey eyes glow with silver specs. You have the most beautiful eyes and I want them directed at me."
At a loss for words Draco stared at her for a few seconds.
"So what does that have to do with now?"
"I accepted your apology, I know you've changed but I have to keep fighting with you. The only other time you're eyes glow like that is when you feel anger or hate. We're not friends so I'll never see you laugh like that, I never want to see you cry again because honestly it broke my heart and I'll never be that girl because I'm just the Gryffindor Mudblood," she whispered, her voice heavy with tears and bitterness. "The only way for me to see your eyes filled with so much passion is to argue with you, insult you, make you angry or even hate me."
Draco's hands run through his hair before dropping to his sides. In the confusion of his brain, Draco only had one clear thought and so he acted on it.
Placing one hand on Hermione's waist and the other on her cheek, Draco kissed her softly. When they break apart, he rests his forehead against hers and stares into her eyes.
The silver specs of Draco's eyes catch the moonlight. Hermione is not sure whether his passion is fuelled by happiness, sadness or love, but right now she doesn't care because for once she has the attention of Draco Malfoy's beautiful eyes, and they show no trace of anger or hate.
The end.
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