Disclaimer: I own nothing, Lyrics White Flag by Dido
I will go down with this ship, And I wont put my hands up and surrender, There will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be
Hermione sighed and snapped the book shut with and audible slap. Rolling over she placed it on her nightstand. The glowing face of her alarm told her it was five minute past midnight. Sighing again Hermione rolled over onto her back and stared at the dark ceiling above her, she made no attempt to wipe the tears from her eyes, it was pointless they would keep coming.
She shot a quick glare to the book that lay silently in the moonlight. The title, 'Romeo and Juliet' was illuminated by the dull light that shone through the crack in the heavy burgundy curtains. After all this time, no matter how many times she read the same ancient words on the pages, it still made her cry. She could feel Juliet's pain and heartbreak as she woke to find her one true love's body still warm in his recent death.
Hermione's chest tightened with pain as she thought about this. For she too was in love, a love that was forbidden, a love that was her secret. A secret so painful it caused her persona to split along the seams, it caused the tears to leak from her eyes, spilling down her checks, soaking the golden pillow.
Sunlight streaked across Hermione's face, she stirred, sitting up in bed still groggy with sleep. A quick glance a the alarm clock told her it was time to face yet another day. Another day where she would watch him from a distance hoping he would notice her for who she was instead of what she was.
Draco looked up as the Great Hall doors opened. There stood his one true love, drowned in the golden glow from the sun above the enchanted ceiling. This was magic, he thought to himself. Sunlight alone was rarity in itself, let alone the beautiful girl who was now making her way through the crowd to the Gryffindor table.
Sighing to himself, Draco put down the piece of toast he was eating, his appetite suddenly gone. He wished he could talk to her, to tell her how he felt. It was almost impossible he thought, just to get her away from her bodyguards. He picked up his bag, ignoring the grunting comments from Crabbe and Goyle and made his way down to the dungeons. He was too early for class but he relished in the peace. He could be himself for ten minutes before he had to put his guard back up.
Draco hardly ever let his guard slip. It was self preservation really. Although he was no longer afraid of having a death eater father who threatened him relentlessly about joining Voldemort's ranks, he simply didn't know how to let anyone else in. He'd never been taught how.
He looked up when he heard the Potions classroom door open. There again stood his angel. As their eyes met, she hesitated for the briefest moment. She looked as though she wanted to say something, but she quickly looked away. It wasn't long before the rest of the class had filled the room. Today is the day, Draco thought, he would tell her no matter what it cost him to do so. They shared a common room so he'd just have to wait until after dinner, before she made a quick escape to her room.
Hermione sat in her potions class, not listening to a word Snape was rambling. She simply stared into space and doodled absentmindedly on her notebook. She couldn't handle this. She had to talk to him. No matter what it cost me, she thought, I will talk to him tonight.