So I was just really bored one night and decided "Hey! Why don't I write something?" First Dramione so be kind, please :)
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Hermione would be Hermione Malfoy, not Weasley.
Beautiful.
There was that word again. It's not as if he could help it, she was beautiful.
There they were, the serpent and the lioness, in the same bed.
No one knew about this, of course. They both thought it was better this way, without the prejudices of their friends or family.
They were safe in the shadow of Draco's room. She had begun to sleep there and he enjoyed it immensely.
Draco never got much sleep anyway. He liked watching Hermione sleep. Hair splayed out, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and lips pressed together was perfect to him.
He gently ran his finger down her arm and fingered the hem of the shirt she was wearing (his shirt). She sighed happily.
Draco smiled.
"Can't sleep again?" her voice said softly.
"I can sleep, love. I prefer not to."
She opened her eyes. "Why? That's why you always end up with those circles under your eyes." Hermione traced the sunken area beneath his molten gray eyes.
He closed his eyes and brought her hand down to his lips.
Yes, beautiful.
Oh, how amateurish of me! :) I didn't really like it and changed the plotline a million times, but I'd love little pointers. PM me and/or review!