AN: This is inspired by my fiancé who complains daily about my curls being everywhere including his mouth and nose. ;) It's short and sweet. Enjoy. R&R
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She gawked at Draco who was currently resembling a bomb trying to prevent himself from internal combustion. What's wrong Draco? That is all she had asked and now they stand tensely in a pregnant silence. Draco shakes his head and runs a hand of long white fingers through his hair. "Draco please- we're partners in this relationship. We can't fix problems if you don't reveal the problem to me." Draco gave her a flat glare devoid of anything but sarcasm.
"You want to know the problem" he asked her calmly.
"Yes" the word burst out of her like it was derogatory. Fire flashed in her boyfriend's eyes.
"Okay well-" he opens and closes his mouth several times. Each time seems to make him more infuriated until a terrible scowl mars his face. "Today I pulled on this sweater" he says gesturing roughly to himself. "I found YOUR hair bloody weaved into the cashmere of it. And I couldn't pull it out if I tried."
"Draco I don't think this has anything to do with-"
"No let me finish Granger." She cringes at the use of her surname, something he hasn't called her in years. "This is about your blasted curls and you yourself. Just like your hair in all my sweaters, in the carpet, on our bed, on me half the bloody time." He stops and pants with a pained expression.
"I couldn't pull your hair out of my sweater it was in there too deep. It's the same with you. That's what has happened here you've been weaved into me" he says pulling up the emerald sweater and clawing at his stomach. "and I can't pull you out because you're wrapped around major arteries and my ribcage. And my heart. And don't want to heartless Hermione."
He looks at her in desperation. "That's what I've always been without you and I don't want it because it's cold and dark when I'm without you. And there's no fucking life left in me. I'll be back to trying to torture you in hopes that you might punch my face just so I can feel some sort of excitement."
Hermione stood there watching Draco, completely confused. There was so much anger in his voice. But he was telling her he needed her. Why was he so angry about it? She shook herself and immediately posed the question. "You're saying something positive, so why is it that you're so angry?"
He stared at her for what seemed to hours with his mouth ajar. As if his whole conscious was trying to find an explanation. In a flash he had stepped forward to press his lips to hers softly emitting a shiver through Hermione. He was playing unfair- he knew how she got when they were fighting. "Draco" she warned.
He sighed, touching their foreheads together. "I love you." The statement was a numb one and when Hermione looked up she saw in his steel colored eyes fear. He didn't return her gaze but his expression slowly turned to shock as a brilliant smile erupted onto Hermione's face. "I love you too."