I had her on her knees. My wand pointed straight to her dirty mudblood face. I told her she was going to pay for putting her dirty little hands on my face. She told me I couldn't do it. I told her that she was stupid. I knew she was right.
If someone were to walk into Draco Malfoy's room that faithful night they would surely assume that he had the upper hand with Hermione Granger however, things aren't always as they seem.
Hermione Granger was on her knees in front of Draco Malfoy. Earlier that day she had slapped him for calling her a Mudblood in the Great Hall. He wanted her to know that she was less than him, after all her blood was just as good as dirt, right? So there they were, Draco's wand resting on Hermione's temple. He told her exactly what he thought about her and yet she sat there with no as much as a wince. He threatened to kill her at the spot, but she didn't even flinch. Draco had thought that she'd be begging for mercy by now, but it seemed Hermione wasn't afraid at all. She just sat there on her knees looking right at him. He saw no fear in her eyes that night.
After telling her off and threatening her life the boy wore weak and unsure. Hermione was known to be a tough witch, maybe the toughest in their year, but never had he suspected that she did not fear him. He was Draco Malfoy, soon to be Death Eater, his power scared everyone, even himself. But yet, she sat looking on.
"Aren't you afraid of me? I could kill you right now. Don't think for a second that I would be afraid." He said spitting each word out with venom
"Do it then." Hermione dared
"I will" Draco said while tightening his grip on his wand
The moment passed and he hadn't made any move to kill her. Hermione knew he had the ability. She even knew he could cover it up. But, she also knew that still he could not kill her.
"Why aren't you afraid of me?" He asked in a tone reminding Hermione of a small toddler. Draco sat down on his bed and withdrew his wand.
"You're not evil, Malfoy." She said truthfully
"But, I am evil. I am! I'm going to be a Death Eater. I'm going to work for the Dark Lord himself." He said trying to make sense of why he couldn't kill her
"All of those things may be true. But, you are not evil."
"You don't know what I'm capable of! I could do anything to you right now. I could make you suffer the most excruciating pain. I could-"
"You won't"
He knew she was right.
"You're lucky I don't feel like hiding your body, tonight. I'll spare you."
"No"
"Get out! Just get out." He pleaded as he got up and pulled her to her feet roughly.
She did not budge. But, now they stood facing each other and Hermione could see how frustrated Draco was with himself. He stood looking down as he was shaking. He was near tears when he felt her lips press against his mouth. He felt a warmth spread through him as she kept her lips on his a moment longer. There were no movements simply lips pressed on lips as Hermione stood on the tip of her toes to reach Draco. She withdrew slowly and stood looking at him. Draco lifted his face, so their eyes met. His eyes were red and she saw a single tear streak his cheek. She moved forward again, but this time took his hands in hers. He readjusted their hands and now was holding on to her hand tightly, almost possessively as he rested his head against her shoulder.
"You're not evil, you're not. Please believe me." She whispered to his ear.
