Granger
Her eyes are big, the colour of chocolates, and they send the smile when her mouth does. Her hair is frizzy and tends to stick out at weird angles of its own accord. She's a jumped-up mudblood, I remind myself, while noting at the same time that her cheekbones are high and her complexion is perfect.
But now the eyes are sad, tears are running down her cheeks and her hair has been slicked back by some girl's product. Her dress-robes are a perfect turquoise colour that matches her complexion but right now she's hunched at the foot of the stairs, trying to hide her face in her arms. Others walk by, but I can see that she's in pain.
And for some reason its making me feel pain, too.
I walk past at a casual pace, but I can't help it and I stop, and I turn around, and I sit down on the stair just above her. Without looking up she mutters, "Go away Malfoy. Please." She's not ordering, she's begging.
"Who… who did this to you?" I say slowly. For some reason I can't pin, I'm angry.
"Why do you care?" she says with a dry laugh, and she sits up to wipe the tears off her face.
"Was it Krum?" I persist. She shakes her head, and then slowly stands up. The Grand Hall is empty and even the teachers have gone.
"It doesn't matter," she murmurs. "I'm fine. I'll live."
"If you're sure…" I say doubtfully. She gives me a small smile even though fresh tears are running down her face. "Thankyou Draco," she says as she turns and walks away. I walk in the opposite direction to the Slytherin dorm, but I'm walking at a slow pace, almost like I'm in a trance.
As soon as I step into the dorm, Crabbe nearly barrels into me. "There you are!!!" he roars. "Pansy was freaking out, she thought you'd ditched her!"
"Yeah," I murmur, not really paying attention.
"And Goyle's out looking for you now, he thought you were out in the gardens—"
"Ok," I say absent-mindedly. Crabbe stops rambling and gives me a strange look.
"Are you ok Malfoy? You seem kind of… detached."
I sink into one of the lounges.
"She called me Draco," I whispered.
"Malfoy?!" yells Crabbe, shaking me. "What do you mean? Pansy?"
I don't reply out loud, but I'm thinking.
She called me Draco.
Granger called me Draco.
Hermione called me Draco…
AN: Biggest ever dedication to oXAliceSwanXo and this is just the start of a massive Dramione fic planned out in my head, in honour of Alice's (long past) birthday... but at the moment, I'm posting this as a one-shot.
Love,
Lena xo