"You think you love me, but you don't!" Hermione yelled as Draco stood a few feet away from her. All he could do was stare at her with his eyebrows knit together with sadness, because now the girl whom he was madly in love with had tears in her eyes, her fists clenched, and her cheeks had gotten red with frustration.
Hermione misunderstood Draco's worry and pain with pity. Hermione didn't need anyone's pity, especially not from this manipulative snake.
"You don't know the first thing about love, Draco!" Oh. When Hermione used his first name when speaking to him or about him, she was being serious. No fooling around. She was done.
With that she turned on her heel and began stomping away with her tears spilling down her cheeks unseen by Draco. Draco couldn't stand to see her this way even though he never openly admitted it to anyone not even her, so he hurried after her and before she could even fully open the large, wooden door before her, Draco's cold hand was so quick on the door and even quicker he pushed it shut. He had his hands on her other her arms. "Granger, take your damn eyes off the door and look at me." She didn't move.
She could hear him sigh. He was so close. His chest was against her back and his lips near her ear. She heard him sigh, his warm breath fanned her ear earnings gentle moan from her in response. Winter had arrived and warmers was what she needed. Craved, even. She turned her head a little to let him know she was ready to listen.
"If I didn't love you, would I have chased you like some dog?" She didn't respond. He nudged her arm with his fingers and urged her to turn around which she did. In front of him was Hermione broken down. A sight he's seen for the first time. His breath hitched. He gentled held her small hand in his and brought it up to his chest and pressed it lightly there. "And if I didn't love you, would my wretched heart beat this fast for you?" She avoided eye contact with him, until he brought his hand to her chin and tilted her it up so that she would make eye contact with him. He was met with coffee-brown eyes.
"Don't you dare say ever again that I don't love you, Granger," she breathed in, then out. He lowered his head and pressed his lips on hers turning his head to the other side, enjoying his soft, sweet lips on his. When he moved away, he looked at her again his grey eyes having softened.
"Love for me is you."