DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.
Okay, so I was up late one night and I decided to write this fanfiction! The characters are a bit OOC. Enjoy! Please review!
DRACO WAS NEVER A DEATHEATER IN THIS FANFICTION!
Their Language of Love
When Hermione received the Hogwarts letter telling her that she was going to be Head Girl, she was ecstatic. She wasn't even upset that Draco Malfoy had been chosen as Head Boy. The war had really changed him. It had been hard for him to go against his father, but he made the right choice.
For once, everything in Hermione's life was right. She had her parents back, all the Deatheaters were in Azkaban, Ron was her boyfriend, Harry and Ginny were her best friends, and Draco was… Well, she didn't really know what he was yet. They weren't enemies anymore. They often joked around and had normal conversations, staying away from sensitive subjects, like the war and Voldemort. Sometimes they even stayed up late in the Heads common room and tutored each other. Draco was terrible in herbology and the only class that Hermione didn't have a perfect score in was Defense Against the Dark Arts. So maybe they were friends.
After dinner, Draco and Hermione had helped each other with their homework and studied for all of their upcoming tests. Shortly after they finished, Hermione had to leave. As part of their Head duties, they had to patrol the campus at night. Tonight was Hermione's night. Usually, there's no one out of bed besides the occasional couple snogging in a corner.
Wow, no one out tonight, Hermione thought. Just then, Hermione heard a giggle from around the corner.
Gotcha, Hermione thought. As she opened her mouth to tell the couple to get back to their dorms, she stopped.
"Ron," Hermione said quietly. Ron paused mid-kiss and turned to face her.
"Hermione! I—" he said as he looked at the grinning Lavender Brown and back at Hermione.
Hermione just turned and ran back to the Head's dormitories. When she got there, Draco was still sitting in the common room, in front of the fire.
"Hey! Back so soon?" Draco asked, but Hermione just ran straight to her room, locked the door, and collapsed onto her bed crying.
"Hermione? What happened? Hermione, open the door and tell me what's wrong!" Draco called, knocking on the door.
"No Draco! Go away." Hermione replied. Hermione faintly heard Draco mutter something and the door clicked open. Draco rushed over to the bed and sat down next to her.
"Mione, what happened?" Draco asked softly.
"Ron…Lavender…kissing…the prat!" Hermione said.
Hermione sat up, tear after tear still rolling down her cheeks. Draco pulled her into a hug and wiped the tears away.
"I'm sorry Hermione. Weasley is- Well, a weasel. And an idiot as well. He never deserved you." Draco said.
"Thank you, Draco." Hermione replied, laying down.
"You're welcome. And Hermione?" Draco asked.
"Yes?"
Draco leaned into Hermione and kissed her.
"Ti ho sempre amato e ti amero sempre." Draco whispered.
Hermione fell asleep with a smile on her face. Draco hadn't known that she spoke Italian too.
So leave a review and let me know if I should do a sequel to this!
And Draco said "I have always and will always love you."