Some things
Some things are meant to be seen…
Some things…aren't.
I dont own Harry Potter.
Some things are forbidden...
Some things are free.
Some things feel right…
Even and especially when they're supposedly wrong.
Hermione Granger snuck a glance across the Potions classroom. Draco Malfoy was hunched over a small white tube that faintly resembled a sharp, bullet sized turnip with his knife at hand. However, his eyes weren't focused on the object he was supposed to be cutting, but they were trained on the brunette's brown eyes, cold iron softening its glare as it mixed with melted chocolate. However, that instance was gone in a wink.
His eyes turned back to his work and her own to hers.
However…she was sure she had seen a ghost-worthy smile on the other head's face. Or maybe it was the flicker of the torch mounted upon the wall, playing tricks on her eyes and in her mind...and toying with her heart strings.
Draco slumped in his seat with a loud and overly-obnoxious sigh. He pretended he was frustrated and annoyed with McGonagall. He wanted to be, too. But she wouldn't let him do it.
Granger had him charmed. He couldn't even pretend to be annoyed or derisive properly around her…she even had him mentally thanking the transfiguration professor for seating him next to her. She was surely a skilled witch if she had charmed a Malfoy like himself. He swung his platinum blonde hair out of his eyes and tried to concentrate on anything but the muggle born next to him.
Hermione was seated in the Head's common room, books balanced on her knee, in a crook of her arm and one propped up against a pile of the literature on the table in front of her. Draco came in the portrait, his bag dragging behind him as he walked, not being able to summon the strength to lift it anymore. Hermione carefully disabled the books from her person and went over, picking it up. It wasn't very heavy at all.
"What's the matter?" She asked, depositing it on the chintz armchair nearest to her.
"Quidditch." He said, rubbing his shoulder. She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? And sitting on a flying piece of wood is too hard?" She asked, small smirk appearing. He rolled his eyes before letting his hard stare land on her.
"No. It's the part where I got knocked off my broom by a bludger that hurt." He said, dropping himself onto the part of the couch not being eaten and digested by Hermione's books.
"What is this? Your portable library or something? Wingardium Leviosa!" With a flick of his wand the books were deposited neatly on the desk behind him at the far side of the chamber.
He spread out and then sat up, looking at her questionably. She grinned softly and sat down where his head was a minute before. Satisfied, he laid back down on her lap.
His green quidditch robes mixed with her red muggle housecoat like a Christmas card.
Her hand mixed in his hair subconsciously as the head boy and girl thought for a few moments. Silence was golden, and it filled the room.
"…I love you…" Hermione said quietly, and a small smile flickered across the young Malfoy's face for a moment.
"I love you too, Granger."
The End