Dramione: Enchanted

Hermione entered the Great Hall, wearing a lilac dress that frilled at the bottom. Even in her silver shoes, she didn't feel pretty. This was the fourth ball that the school had thrown, one every year since she was in her fourth year. Of course, they didn't have one in her 7th year because of the battle. The first one she went with Viktor Krum, the famous Quidditch player. The look on everyone's face when she entered with him was worth the awful night she had. This time all the walls felt tired and lacked the beauty that she had remembered. Everyone was waltzing and dancing and I wished I were one of those. Harry and Ginny looked so happy to be in each other's arms and not have to worry about anything. Ron looked equally as happy with 'Lav Lav'. Hermione did have a crush on him, but Ron being Ron he didn't notice anything. Why did I dress up? She thought. No one is going to notice me, even if I do try. She sighed, and as she turned around to go back to the dorm, she spotted a pair of smoky grey eyes staring at her from a distance. As they caught eye contact, he started to make his over to her.

Draco was not happy to be here. Pansy had finally given up on trying to get him to dance, because he had told her several times, he wasn't in the mood. Draco was struggling to cope with that fact his father was in Azkaban. Even though he hated him, he was still his father and Draco did feel sorry for him. All Death Eaters were sentenced to Azkaban. Some for life, some for a few years. While he was lost in thought he noticed a flash of lilac and brown curly hair enter the room. Hermione looks stunning…hang on; Draco Malfoy didn't like the mudblood. But he couldn't help but admire her beautiful body, as she seemed to float into the hall. Draco felt a sudden desire for this girl; the whole hall had disappeared except her. They practically lived together in Hogwarts, because they were Head Girl and Head Boy. But Draco always was spiteful and he didn't realize how nice she actually was. She turned he head and met his eye, and he got up and walked to her.

What did Draco want? She was tired of his endless insults and remarks about her blood status. She turned around but felt a gentle hand on her arm.

"Have we met?" a smirking Draco spun Hermione around, her dress gliding with her.

"What now Draco? I'm not in the mood for teasing, so if you're going to come up with some clever comment, I suggest you keep it to yourself" Hermione reached for her wand, but Draco stopped her. He looked somewhat…hurt.

"I'm sad that you think so low of me." The famous Malfoy smirk returned. He remembered how he has never really addressed her with her proper name.

"Hermione? Want to head back to the dorm?" He sounded like he actually cared, which was a first for someone like him. Maybe he saw how miserable she looked, and wanted to comfort her. What were the chances of that? However, it was better than staying and watching everyone in the Hall have fun and dance while she sat lonely. Draco held out his hand and Hermione took it, but with one had clasped cautiously around her wand, just in case. Neither of them saw a particular redheaded boy look in their direction with eyes that could've murdered someone at first glance.

Draco led her up to the familiar dormitory, and they sat on the red couch. The fire was blazing and Hermione felt warm and happy. But wait, this was Draco, her enemy, the one with an endless line of remarks for her and her friends. But it felt…right. He sat next to her, but not too close. She crossed her legs on the sofa, and looked at him. His platinum blonde hair shined in the firelight. His eyes were momentarily fixed on the flickering fire, but he felt the chocolate brown eyes watching him.

"Like what you see, Granger?" She laughed and rolled her eyes. She new he couldn't resist a few comments. He realized that maybe he should call her Hermione, but he was too late and regretted calling her Granger.

"I think you like what you see, Malfoy." Draco laughed at how corny her line was, but the laugh was a friendly, calm laugh. Hermione blushed at what she had just said. I'm such a fool, she thought. Draco noticed how she didn't refer to him as Draco, and he felt disappointed. She leant against the arm of the couch, uncrossed her legs and slid them to the side of her. As she did this, one of her feet brushed Draco's leg, and a warm, tingling feeling swept through her. The brown eyes met the grey eyes, and for a moment Hermione felt ease. Draco leant in to tell her how amazing she looked tonight, but this was interrupted by an easily recognizable voice.

"Hermione! Can I speak to you please?" Ron's voice sounded husky and rough, but then again, when did it not sound that like? Hermione sighed and gave Draco an I'm sorry look. She got up and walked through the portrait.

"Yes Ronald?" She didn't want to spend long out here, as she was quite liking the quiet but relaxing company of the blonde haired Slytherin. Ron didn't look too pleased, and Hermione had a trickle of fear run through her.

"What were you doing with Malfoy? I saw you two leave the dance holding hands." He spoke with venom when he mentioned Draco's name. What could Hermione say to him? We just sat on the couch and felt happy? She knew he wouldn't take that as an answer.

"Nothing." She said, with a little hint of uncertainty in her voice. Oh no, she shut her eyes and Ron seemed to explode.

"Nothing? Oh so you just leisurely sauntered up to your room, sat down and said nothing?" His face matched the colour of his hair, and his eyes were like daggers.

"Yes Ronald, we did! And I don't see why you should care as you have that pathetic girl clinging on to you 24/7!" Hermione was furious and she shot him a look equally as murderous as his. She wanted to cry and cry and get away from him, and be in the arms of Draco.

"Why Hermione? Why him? We hate him!" His voice wasn't going to get any softer any time soon.

"Because he treats me like he cares, like he wants me, which is more than you've ever done!" tears escaped her eyes and her vision became blurry, but she could still see how angry he was.

"You think I don't know how this feels? Who was the one left out while his two best friends went back in time and saved Sirius Black? Who was the one that risked his life so Harry could get the Philosopher's stone? You and Harry have always been closer than you and I but have I ever complained? No! So now Harry has Ginny and you're going to go with that Slytherin git. Fine." He stormed off and ran to Lavender, made sure Hermione's tear-stained eyes were looking in his direction and presses his lips firmly to Lavender's. Lavender was surprised but was soon thrilled that her 'Won-Won' loved her. Hermione turned and ran tears streaking her pearly white face and she headed in any direction. She found a corner and slumped down, pulled her knees to her face and cried. She had no idea how long she had been there, but she heard footsteps coming her way, so she tried to push herself into the corner and not be noticed.

Draco came out of the Head's dorm to see Ron making out with Lavender and Hermione run away, head in her hands. Stupid git, he thought, how could anyone treat someone as kind as Hermione that way? He soon recalled someone who does treat her like that. Himself. Everything fell form Draco's mind except for finding Hermione and apologizing. He ran in the direction she had and soon heard a sobbing coming from the corner or a corridor. Hermione was crying into her knees and she looked up to see who it was. As she caught sight of Draco, she turned away from him, not remembering the serene moment they had had just a few minutes before Ron had come.

Draco sat next to her and put his arm around her. She was tensed at first, but relaxed as she knew he wanted to comfort her. She turned around and leant against his chest, her watery eyes slightly dampening his shirt.

"It's ok," he whispered. "He's just upset, don't worry." He took a deep breath and smelt her hair and it smelt like strawberries. He wanted to inhale all of her delicious smell, but she looked up at his grey eyes. She realised that they had a circle of blue running through them. He looked at her brown eyes, then her slightly parted lips, and felt a desire too lean forward and…

Hermione felt Draco's lips hit hers, and fireworks exploded in her head. She felt wonderstruck and she relaxed. Draco felt her tense as he met her lips, and as he was about to pull away, she relaxed and his mind gave a sigh of relief. He slowly pulled away and they stared in each other's eyes, for what seemed like a very long time. Hermione saw that Draco's eyes showed feelings and that he cared for her. The spiteful, cocky Draco had disappeared and a wonderful replacement had taken his place. Draco saw the pure innocence in her eyes and had to restrain himself from kissing her again. Thankfully Hermione leaned in, pecked him the mouth before standing up and holding his hand. He stood up and intertwined his fingers with hers, before they made their way to the dormitory.

Hermione didn't want anymore than this. Sat on the couch with Draco's heart pounding in her ears and his soft but firm arms wrapped around was more than she ever needed. Nothing was on her mind except the caring, Slytherin boy she was leaning on. Draco ran his hands through Hermione's hair and took another deep breath of her heavenly scent. He glanced at the time and saw it was almost midnight. He shuffled and she sat up, noticing the time as well.

"Better be off to bed then." She smiled and blushed, before glancing up at him.

"Night, Gra…Hermione." He felt good using her full name, hopefully she would know that he meant it.

Draco left for his room and Hermione quickly shuffled into her bedroom. She flopped on the bed and put her face in the pillow, scared she would scream with joy if didn't keep her mouth shut. Her whole body felt like it was glowing and she couldn't hep but smile. She ran to the window, and looked up. The night was sparkling and her cheeks were a rosy red from blushing. She jumped on to her before turning and lying on her back. She looked at the cream coloured ceiling. Did he know how she felt? Did he know that she was feeling enchanted? She got up and paced back and forth. Who does he love? Maybe this was a trick, and he would make fun of it the next morning. But the deepness and passion in his eyes was too much for it to be false. Hermione imagined what it would be like if they got together. But she doubted it. His father, and his friends, and her friends would disapprove. Pureblood Slytherin and mudblood Gryffindor. But he had called her Hermione. Not Granger, or mudblood, or another name, but her name, and she felt like she could explode with happiness. Who does he love? She glanced at the time; it was nearly 2am! She lay in bed, but could not stop thinking about him. Those smoky grey eyes and his perfect, blonde hair, his sincere smile and his sensitive laugh. Earlier this morning she wouldn't have dreamt of thinking about Draco in this way. But it was different. Hermione wished he was at her door, coming to see her because he felt the same way. I'd open and say how enchanted I felt to be here with him. Does he know?

Draco tried falling asleep, but nothing could take his mind off the beautiful girl that he had been caressing. He was amazed and wonderstruck about what it had been like to kiss and hold Hermione, to let her feel loved and know that someone cares. Stupid Weasley. But then again, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have had to go looking to comfort Hermione. So he was somehow…grateful that the Weasel had hurt her. No, that's not the way to think. That was the Slytherin part of his mind. She was…incredible and beautiful and he didn't deserve her after the way he had treated her for 7 years. He wanted to run in and confess how much he loved her. But it was late and what if she didn't feel the same way? His heart dropped as he thought that she might've just been pretending to like it and it will go back to hating each other in the morning. No, he couldn't let that happen. He tiptoed across the bathroom that separated their two rooms and saw hope, as her door was ajar. But as he walked in, she didn't stir. He walked over to her bed and looked down at the innocent face that was deep in sleep. Not even Draco had the heart to wake her, even if it was to tell her how he felt. So he grabbed a bit of parchment and scribbled a note. He took one more look at this motionless wonder, and then left for his room.