The Soft Passion of and On-Looking Enemy
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He wasn't sure how this had happened. Suddenly, just suddenly, it seemed like she was just that much more beautiful to look at. The way her hair curled around the frame of her face, the sparkling brown gems on either side of her slender nose. The little dimple that appeared on one side of her face but not the other when she smiled.
He didn't know how he couldn't see her like this before, but for seven years he'd been ignorant.
The candle light fell softly on her features, making her face glow with tears. For the first time he felt pity, a deep wrenching in his heart for the muggle born. She didn't deserve to be criticized by the weasel for her date.
He took a step, and it almost carried him out of the shadows. He caught himself before his other leg betrayed him and pulled him from his dark hiding spot.
A distant "DRAKIE-POO!" sent him fleeing down the hallway, away from the weeping girl but not away from his heart.
And Draco ran, the noise of his footsteps nor his flapping dress-robes not reaching Hermione's ears through her sobs.
She barely even noticed the pug-faced girl sneer at her in passing, let alone the soft passion of an on looking enemy.