Dramione one shot

Hermione was in the pub, drinking firewhisky. An hour ago, she saw her boyfriend snogging with his ex, Lavender Brown. The moment she saw this she slapped Ron in his face and hexed the love sick couple. Hermione was extremely talented in wand work, and they didn't stand a chance. Her trust for Ron turned to betrayal. They had dated for two years, but they fought for a year and a half. Her love for him was now nowhere to be seen, and her self-esteem hit the bottom, dropping down furiously.

But she didn't know that someone else had seen her.

Draco Malfoy came inside the pub as always. It had become a habit for him since the war ended. If Potter and Granger didn't testify for him in the trial, he would have been in Azkaban, kissed by dementors. He was muscular, since working out was the only way that stopped him from thinking. But he was still thin; he rarely ate two meals a day. His platinum hair was no longer greased back, and this made him look more…. Hot. It was him who saw the dynamic action and flooding emotions. She was hurt. He thought his love for Hermione had brushed away. He wished. He thought he had no right to love someone who was in the light, she was so bright. After the war, he kept himself locked, his feelings for her was buried forcefully deep inside. But that day, it managed to free himself.

The moment Draco saw Hermione's now-tamed curly hair, his heart banged crazily. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Then, he saw Hermione crying silently, and he couldn't bear it. It felt like as if his own heart was ripped and torn. He sat beside her and ordered firewhisky. She didn't seem to acknowledge his presence. He gathered up all his courage with help from alcohol and spoke in a soft tone, "You deserve more than the Wealse." She was surprised but wanted company, even if he was Draco Malfoy. "Do I?"

"Of course. Meet someone who loves you and cherishes you."

"I want to, but I don't think I will ever find a man to loves me like that. Dating with Ron made me feel lonelier, I don't know why. I think I just needed someone to take the place of a boyfriend. I did like him, at first. And I guess he did too. But things just didn't work out. We fought over almost everything, and my self-esteem just dropped." Hermione was pouring out the words; she never knew that she felt comfortable around Draco. She felt safe, and her heart was beating quicker as time passed. Just alcohol, she thought.

'You will."

"Who will?"

"I do."

The tension between them created a strange atmosphere; both of them were worried that their heart beats will be heard.

"What?"

"I know I don't have a right. After everything I did to you. But I'm selfish, you know that. And despite being a Slytherin, I'm gathering every bit of courage I have. I… love you. I have felt that way for a long time."

Hermione was lost for words. She didn't expect that. But she didn't dislike the idea of going out with Draco, instead she felt her heart becoming warm as he confessed his feelings for her. Draco looked at her for a long time, Hermione didn't say anything. "I understand, don't be burdened by it. I'm sorry,"

She was desperate. It could have happened because of the firewhisky, but being a brave Gryffindor, she did what her instincts told her to do. She kissed him.

Draco was shocked, but he didn't hesitate to respond. Their kiss was passionate, they desired for each other, as they moved their lips. It felt like as if they found the other half. It took them quite a while to part away. Brown met Grey, and Draco smirked, looking at the rare sight, Hermione-blushing-in-deep-pink. "Will you go out with me Hermione?"

"Yes."

This time, Draco kissed Hermione. It was slow and Draco moved his lips delicately. He devoured Hermione's lips. He bit her bottom lips, and she sighed contently. This kiss is addictive, she thought. "I love you, Draco."

"I love you more."