A/N Hi guys, I'm just writing yet another Draco/Hermione fic. Now here's the thing, I have an idea for a story, but I can't write it. Whenever I try it ends up incredibly unrealistic. I'm still working on it, but meanwhile I just want to know, why doesn't anyone ever do a story where Draco gets abused by his mother? Whenever I read a D/H story Draco gets abused by his dad, but there's never any evidence that his dad is anything but affectionate towards his son. However Narcissa appears to be unhappy in Draco's presence. If someone could do a story like that, and then tell me about it, I would be really pleased. Oh yeah, and before I forget, all this stuff is JK's so don't sue me, cause I have no money anyway.
Hermione Granger laughed as Harry stole her Arithmancy book.
"Give it back!" She stole it from him, and pretended to hit him with it.
"Hey!" he yelled.
Ron and Ginny watched, laughing. As Hermione giggled she glanced up and saw Draco Malfoy. He was staring at her, in her, through her. Hermione stopped laughing and stared. Her heart lurched. He had never looked so frightening. Or so beautiful. His eyes were filled with . . . rage? No. Something like it though, something so powerful, so consuming that she couldn't meet his eyes. But she couldn't look away either.
Draco cocked his head towards the door, and raised his hand, all five fingers spread out. She understood, leave the room in five minutes. She nodded. He stood up, walking out of the room. She followed him with her eyes. Dimly she heard Harry asking if she was all right. "Yes, yes I'm fine."
Draco left the room. She couldn't see him anymore; she felt an emptiness, a burning loneliness. He's coming back, you'll see him in, she checked the clock, two minutes! But it didn't help. Draco had seized her, he held her in him, with him. He would never let her go, she knew that, but that was OK, she didn't want to be let go. On the contrary, all she wanted was to feel his arms around her. His strong fingers holding her up, supporting her. She knew that with him she'd never have to feel the pressure. She knew he'd never laugh at her if she failed a test, a course, anything! She knew he'd depend on her, like Harry and Ron did, but she also knew that she could depend on Draco in a way she never could with them. She knew all this in a single glance, filled with passion, hate, longing, and love.
It was time. She walked out of the room, saying she had a headache, she was going to lie down for a little bit. She saw him. So beautiful. So angelic. So real.
"Hello" he said.
"Hello, Draco."
They stared at each other. Then he crossed the few feet that separated them. He took her in his arms. He lowered his head to hers, and . . . stopped.
"We can't."
"I know."
"I love you." He said.
"So do I."
"We really can't."
"You said that already."
"I know."
He brought his lips down onto hers. Neither of them moved, not their lips, their hands, their feet, nothing. They hardly dared breathe. Hermione felt his lips up against hers, reveling in the feel of him pressed against her. She tore herself from him. Just in time. People started pouring out of the doors to go to their respective common rooms. Hermione and Draco backed away from each other, keeping eye contact for as long as they could.