A week later, Draco was walking out of class, trailed by his goons and Pansy.
"Draco Baby," the love struck girl whined. "You never spend anytime with my anymore. You're always up in your dorm. Come play tonight." She stepped in front of him and wrapped her arms around Draco's neck. Rolling his eyes, he lifted her hands off him, placing them at her waist. Then he walked off.
For the last two years, Draco and Pansy had been dating on and off. But after the accident over the summer, she began to annoy him. He ended it shortly after returning to school. She just didn't get the hint.
Walking up the staircase, Draco saw Hermione walking with Potter and Weasley, talking and laughing happily. He longed to have a relationship like that with her, but he never would. Draco suddenly became very sad. He decided to talk the long way up, so he didn't have to follow them all the way up to his dorm. This made it so he didn't have to watch them, but it also gave him more time to think. Soon his thoughts had wondered to her anyway. He thought of her hair, no longer big and frizzy, but soft and wavy. Of her beautiful eyes, sparkling at the sight of him. Her newly formed curves, making it so her hips swayed when she walked. He imagined holding her beautiful body in his arms.
He soon found himself at the entrance to the common room. He muttered the password and slipped though the door. Entering the room, he froze. Hermione was standing at the book case in her hip huggers and loose t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. Draco's heart melted. He had a sudden urge to walk over, pull her close, and kiss her rosy lips. Fighting against it, he went over and plopped down on the couch. Hermione chose her book and curled up at the other end.
"That's a good one," Draco said, seeing she had chosen Macbeth, one of his favorite books.
I haven't read it yet," she answered before beginning to read.
Draco must have fallen asleep, because he was soon dreaming about the accident. "NO!" he screamed and awoke with tears running down his face. Bringing his knees to his chest he continued to sob into his hands.
"Draco...?" Hermione said softly, touching the blonde's shoulder. Draco jumped, causing Hermione to jump back. He looked up, seeing the worried look on her face. "You were talking and crying in your sleep. Are you ok?" She asked, sitting down next to the boy. Draco didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell her everything. But at the same time he didn't want anyone to know. Suddenly he was too overwhelmed. He began to cry harder then he had since that night. Hermione wrapped her arms around him. Every once in a while she would whisper, "Shhh... It's ok," in his ear. Finally the tears slowed, and Draco was able to speak again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen. Everything is just so screwed up." He said, laying his head in her lap.
"It's ok. I understand. And you don't have to tell me anything." She began to run her fingers through his beautiful blonde hair.
"No. You deserve to know." Draco sat up. "It happened at the end of last summer."
Flashback
Draco was sitting in the study, reading, when he heard a loud crash in the hall. He jumped up and rushed through the door. There stood Lord Voldemort, along with a whole bunch of Death eaters. Draco saw his mom lying on the floor, pleading for the Lord to forgive her,
"Please! You don't understand!"
"Silence!" the Lord yelled. "You have betrayed us. You told a ministry worker where we were. There is no excuse for that. I sentence you to death!" Draco gasped in horror. "And, so other will know never to cross me, I command Lucius to do the job!"
"I will not!" bellowed Draco's father. "I refuse to kill my own wife!"
"Do you dare tell me NO! You can die as well." Voldemort drew his wand and pointed it at Lucius, who drew his own. "You can't kill m, you stupid git. What are you trying to prove?" Lucius just stared at his Lord. Finally, he raised his wand.
"Avada Kadvra!" He yelled, but at the last second, he turned his wand towards his wife.
End Flashback
By this time, tears were flowing freely from both of their eyes.
"All I could do was run. I didn't want to have anything to do with that any longer."
"Draco, I'm so sorry," Hermione cried, wrapping her arms around him again.
Draco soon fell asleep in her lap.
They both woke up the next morning no find themselves entwined on the couch, Hermione had her head on Draco's chest, his arm holding her close.
"Hi," Draco said, smiling at the beautiful girl in his arms. Hermione looked up into Draco's eyes and smiled back. Draco was so happy. He loved the smell of her hair, the feel of her body protected by his arms. He never wanted this feeling to end.
Soon Hermione sat up, running her fingers though her hair.
"I'm hungry. I'm going to go down to breakfast." She stood and started toward her room.
"Wait. I'll get dressed and come down with you." He said to her.
"No. I don't want anyone to know about this yet. I'm sorry. We can tell people soon, but not now," she said and went into her room. Draco dropped back down on the couch. He knew she was right, but it still made him sad. He wanted to be able to walk down the halls with his arm around her. Draco decided to get dressed and go down anyway, just not with her.
When he entered the Great Hall, he was that Crabbe and Goyle had already begun to eat. He headed towards them. He realized too late that Pansy was sitting with them as well. He really didn't want to deal with her, but the guys had already seen him.
The moment he sat down, Pansy slid her arm through his and kissed him on the cheek. He ignored her and grabbed a plate, piling food on it. She continued to cling to him all through breakfast, talking a million words a minutes. Draco didn't hear a word of it. His mind was else where. He lifted his eyes from his plate just in time to see Hermione rush out of the Great Hall with a sad look on her face. Draco pried away from Pansy, and followed her out.
