Drabble Dabbles by Sugarquills007

One shot fluff, humour, romance and more on our favourite ship; Dramione. read and enjoy their little encounters and banters!


12 Roses

Draco Malfoy growled in frustration. He was annoyed. He was furious. He was livid. He couldn't stop thinking. Thinking about that one girl. That girl. That girl who had been plaguing his mind since that night. The girl? Hermione Granger.

He couldn't get her off of his mind. She was like an affliction. Every corner he turned, she was there with her cronies; toffee eyes dancing with excitement, golden locks bouncing on her shoulders as she walked.

It was his fault. Vector. That stupid Ancient Runes professor. Forced to make him and her work together. She was calm and didn't bite when he loaded a full bag of curses at her but merely found a strategy for them to work together peacefully – no fights or war between either of them. It didn't work. He fell for her. And might he say. Hard.

He watched her in fascination as she twirled a loose curl with her finger whilst she read a book, eyes reaching the end of the page in under a minute. Watched the way her quill scribbled on the ancient parchments in miniscule writing.

She was perfect. Her former bushy hair fell down her shoulders in gold soft wavy curls. She bit her plump rosy lips if she was in deep concentration. She had the perfect hourglass figure that many girls would die for. She had firm long legs that he'd love to run his hands over. He wanted her.

Bad.

He wanted her to look at him with that twinkle in her honey coloured eyes, the way she looked at him. That weasel. He took his joy in life away. The only thing that could make him feel alive. He practically hated him.

He hated himself. How could he have let this happen? Falling in love with one third of the golden trio.

He knew he couldn't get her. No matter how he tried. What was that muggle saying he learnt from Professor Mildred. Yes that's right, Draco Malfoy took muggle studies. For her. "If you truly love them, you would let them go..." That's it.

He would think nothing of her. Nothing! If only a miracle happened...


"RONALD WEASLEY, YOU TWO-TIMING CHEAT. HOW DARE YOU? AND WITH BLOODY LAVENDER BROWN!" Hermione Granger screamed at her supposed boyfriend with her ex – roommate. Tears freely ran down her face as Ron tried to apologize.

"Hermione...I...It's not what it seems!" He stuttered defensively.

"Don't even try it!" She seethed. "You, me, whatever we had. It's through." Hermione declared wiping the traitors off her face.

"No, Hermione please don't. I never meant to." Ron begged.

Hermione gave him the most hatful gaze she could muster before turning around the abandoned classroom her ex and Lavender where having a heated snogging session in.

She held her head high as she walked away through the corridor, determined not to break down. When in a silence corridor she fell on her knees, tears pouring down of her eyes, knowing that she was alone.

She was wrong. What she never noticed was the dark shadow hidden from her view who had watched the whole encounter with her boyfriend to where she broke down against the wall.

That dark shadow? Draco Malfoy...


"How dare he!" Draco Malfoy bellowed in his dormitory. "How dare he break her heart?" He continued. Draco Malfoy was not in the mood again. That excuse for a pureblood had broken his love's heart. Oh he was going to pay. But not know.

He had a chance. He could fix this. For him and her. If only. If only she thought about him in that way beyond their friendship. If only. Draco kept on muttering as his brain found an idea. An idea for her to be his and only his...


Hermione looked like a wreck when she came down to the great hall for breakfast. The shine in her hair had vanished and returned to the frizzy bush, her honey coloured eyes held no twinkle and were bloodshot. All in all she looked shattered.

Harry and Ginny gave her remorseful looks as she sat down beside them. She put toast on her plate as well as pumpkin juice in her goblet though she never ate.

"Hermione, come on. You have to eat sometime." Harry said, looking worried about his best friend. Hermione shook her head before staring at nothing in particular.

The Doors opened and in came Ron with Lavender clinging on him for dear life. Ginny glowered at him as he passed them, though his eyes were fully trained on Hermione's head.

Hermione ignored him but continued staring at her food, finding the crumbs of her toast mildly interesting. Suddenly, hundreds of owls swooped through the ceiling looking for their messengers.

Hermione snapped her head open as a dark owl, with brown feathers and brightly yellow eyes landed in front of her. Ginny and Harry gave her inquiring looks but she shrugged as she took the long thin box out of its claws. She gave the owl some treats before looking at the box curiously.

Harry and Ginny stopped eating to look at the parcel in Hermione's hand.

"Open in mione!" Ginny exclaimed. Hermione breathed deeply before untying the golden ribbon. She unwrapped the crimson wrapping paper before gazing at the box in front of her.

She carefully opened the lid to find a delicate red rose. She gasped as Ginny squealed. Everybody stopped to stare at the brunette as she picked up the stalk that held the delicate petals of the flower. Its scarlet petals shone in the sunlight.

"Hermione, look there's a note!" Ginny gushed. Hermione turned her gaze down towards the end of the stalk where there was a note stuck. Elegant writing was splashed across the blank page.

The sun rises above the hillcrest,
As does the joy of my heart;
Rays of warmth and love,
From her I will never depart.

Fresh dew upon the grass,
Young birds chirp in their nests;
I watch her gently sleep,
My love to her I silently profess.

I enjoy the stillness and calm,
Watching as she smiles and dreams;
She brings me to stillness and peace,
Like that of a slow flowing stream.

My heart and soul flow with love,
And I smile as I quietly reflect;
I've been handed a sweet princess,
A sweet princess to love and to protect.

A vow to myself I make,
As she quietly sleeps away;
To love and always cherish her,
Until my last breath... until my last day.

It hurts the most when you can actually feel your heart breaking. The only guy that will ever be good enough for you is the one who thinks he doesn't deserve you.

Your secret Admirer

A smile slowly spread across her face as she pressed the note to her chest and twirled the rose in her hands. She smiled. She had an admirer. A secret one. Who cared for her. Somewhere out there. She giggled slightly before walking out of the great hall with a skip in her step as everyone stared at the door in astonishment, with shocked faces.

Everyone except one Slytherin who smiled (which he rarely did) at the scene that had left before him.


Hermione was happy. Happy than ever before. She didn't care if Ron was dating Lavender. She was staring at the rose that had changed her notion and was thinking about the charming guy who had sent her it.

She was still gazing into it when Draco walked towards her, leaning against the wall watching her as she played with the rose.

He subconsciously smiled but hid his emotions under his mask as he asked, "Nice. Might I ask who this fan boy might be?"

She snapped her head to look at him, as his voice broke her through her muse and relaxed when she realised it was him.

"I don't know. But he's sweet." Was her answer.

He mentally jumped in his head before nodding curtly and asking upon the subject no more.

They silently waited until told to enter. As Hermione sat down by her desk, as she opened her bag she was found with another delicate rose, this time a blush pink. She blushed as many girls fawned over her gift. She unfolded the note and was met with familiar swirly writing.

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer's day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you.

Your only Admirer

Hermione smiled as she hid it in a box along with the previous one and shrunk it to fit in her bag. She got out her text book, not paying attention to Professor McGonagall's voice but daydreaming to her own world with her prince charming (a.k.a: Her secret Admirer.)

Draco watched her actions from behind her as she twirled her hair in deep thought, this time not paying a single attention towards her Head of house.


Hermione stepped out the classroom sighing. She turned and was walking towards the library for some notes before charms class before Harry caught up with her.

"Hey mione. You alright?" He asked casually. Hermione chuckled.

"Never better!" She said dreamily. Harry smiled warmly towards his best friend. Whoever had sent her those roses must really care about her as her mood was turned upside down in under a second. I mean who could blame her.

He, along with Ginny weren't talking to Ron for his idiotic behaviour hurting their best friend like that. He ruffled her hair. "Good" He said as she moaned and patted down her hair.

"Harry, you know I hate it when you do that." She commented. He chuckled before heading off towards Ginny's classroom. She huffed at his actions before continuing to walk down the hallway. She stepped in her sanctuary and breathed in the scent of books.

She walked towards the end of the room to her usual place, against the window. She placed her bag before taking some books out. She walked away for a couple of minutes to look through some shelves. She returned back with some ancient runes manuscripts but was surprised at the sight in front of her.

There on top of her Parchments was a rose. A pearl white one. She smiled as she brought the flower towards her nose smelling the aroma of the blossom. She looked down to find a note pinned.

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up every day
to the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden

Yours always!

She grinned, as she sat down twirling the rose between her fingers watching the Hogwarts student's outside in the grounds. She watched jealously at the couples under the oak tree, acting sweet. She sighed. All the boyfriends were acting all sweet and prince charming like. The cause? Valentine's Day. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. The day of love.

She closed her eyes rubbing her templates as she wished her prince charming would whisk her away. She read the note once more before placing it over her chest, leaning against the chair, letting the wind blow her hair through the open window.

Draco Malfoy sat in his hidden place, behind the shelves, making sure she didn't notice him. He jumped in the air as he saw her smelling the rose he secretly levitated when she went.

His breath got caught in his throat as he saw her sitting down. Her eyes closed, his note clutched to his chest, the wind blowing her hair. She looked like an angel.

His angel.


Hermione hurried out of the library, realising second period would start soon. She headed off towards her common room she shared with Draco (as they were both Heads) to collect her charms NEWT level book.

She entered in and mumbled good morning to both portraits containing two of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin.

She dashed up the stairs and pushed open the door labelled Hermione Jean Granger in crimson writing on a gold plaque. She searched through her bookshelf and found the copy before heading out of the door.

Not one step was taking down the stairs, when she saw what had happened. There were red petals leading the stairs. She followed them curiously, her eyes on the floor all the way when the petals suddenly ended with a heart. Looking very confused she looked up to find a rose on the table she had put her school bag. This time it was a deep violet glistening under the daylight.

She looked around for someone, but no one was there. Not even Draco. She sighed and ran a hand through her messy locks. She then remembered the portraits. She turned to face them.

"Excuse me Mr Godric and Salazar." She started politely. They craned their necks to look at the petite head girl, with a questioning look in her gaze.

"Yes, Miss Granger." Salazar asked.

"I was wondering if you saw someone put this rose here?" She asked, a little colour rising in her cheeks.

"I'm afraid, we can't dear one, all will be revealed when the time comes." Gryffindor replied with an unusual twinkle in his eyes.

Hermione bowed her head in defeat, she picked up the rose and read the neat suave inscription inside.

Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest

I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight

Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away

Today I caught myself smiling for no reason... then I realized I was thinking about you.

Your Admirer

She giggled at the cheesy pick up line. She put the rose along with her other roses and put the note in her bag. She stepped out of the common room and started to head towards her charms classroom, not noticing the pleasing grin that appeared on a pale boy's face as he hid behind an alcove.


Hermione was suddenly stopped on her way to Professor Flitwick's class by a second year Ravenclaw looking highly uncomfortable.

"Is there a problem." She asked, bending down so she could be level with the boy. He stuttered as he took a long box, a similar box she had received first thing in the morning.

"I was told to...to send this to Hermione Ganger the Head Girl." He spoke in a squeaky voice. This is it. She would be able to find out who her mystery man was.

"Um, what's your name?" She asked politely.

"Daniel" he whispered.

"Well Daniel, will you be able to tell me who told you send me this package?" She asked hopefully. The little boy shook his head.

"He said that if I told you he would make sure I stay in the Hospital for the rest of the year!" He squeaked, gulping looking very frightened.

Hermione reassured him before telling him it was nothing to worry about. She would make sure he wouldn't get hurt.

She started walking fast as she was about to be late. Once entering the classroom, she sat down near Harry as he talked about Quidditch. She nodded not really paying attention. When told to charm origami to fly, she completed the task in less than 5 minutes.

She told Harry to try harder as his origami levitated 3 centimetres before dropping on to the desk with a crash.

While her friend was distracted she took out the parcel and opened the box. There she found a gorgeous black rose, its petals looking as if sprayed with glitter.

She gasped at the beauty before pulling out the card reading once more the courteous writing written in emerald ink.

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.

If I had to choose between loving you and breathing, I would use my last breath to say I love you

I want you, Your Admirer

Hermione, smiled subconsciously at the sweet line he picked up for her. She was really getting frustrated. Why wouldn't he tell her who he was? This riddle thingy was so confusing and come on she was called the brightest witch of her age for no reason.

"Hermione!" Hermione was brought back to her reverie by Harry continuously calling her name.

"Yes Harry?" She asked.

He looked at her sheepishly. "I can't do it." He said running a hand through his already messed up hair.

She chuckled before helping him out. What she didn't observe was that a smirking Slytherin was setting a bunch of origami shaped as hearts flutter around his head as he scored himself another point as he observed that she read his note.


Hermione was optimistic all day. She went down to the great hall to have lunch, sandwiched between Harry and Ginny. They were laughing about the day Fred and George pranked Ron one day in the summer holidays.

She sat down across the couple, munching on a green apple.

"Hey Granger!" She turned around to see the caller of her name. She turned to see Malfoy calling her.

"I'll be a minute." She told her friends before walking towards him.

"Yeah!" She asked biting into her apple again. He was suddenly transfixed on those lips and was broke out of his musings when he heard his name being called. He put his infamous smirk back on and said.

"Head Meeting, today at the prefect's room, 8 o clock. Don't be late." Was all he said before striding off, his cloak rustling behind him.

She shook her head before walking back towards the lunch table. She picked up her favourite book; Hogwarts; a history, before catching a glimpse of something peach.

She hid the book in her bag before turning to face Harry.

"Hey Harry, I'm coming. Got to go to the Loo." She said attempting to look realistic.

"Mhhhmm" He said through mouths full of food. Hermione grimaced and shared a look with Ginny who merely rolled her eyes.

She walked out of the Great Hall and turned left through the corridor to enter the prefect's bathroom and entered the polished white room. She took out her hardback and opened the page to where another rose was found, a plump peach colour.

She adored the rose and picked up the note that fell on the floor whilst on the procedure of observing the plant. She picked it up and read the inscription written in the same emerald ink.

Love is the greatest feeling,
Love is like a play,
Love is what I feel for you,
Each and every day,
Love is like a smile,
Love is like a song,
Love is a great emotion,
That keeps us going strong,
I love you with my heart,
My body and my soul,
I love the way I keep loving,
Like a love I can't control,
So remember when your eyes meet mine,
I love you with all my heart,
And I have poured my entire soul into you,
Right from the very start.

In your absence my heart grows stronger. In your presence I fall in love again.

I need you, Your Admirer

Hermione sighed softly, falling for this mystery man. So far he had sent 5 roses, each beautiful to the next. She wondered when he would come up to her revealing himself. Telling her to her face, he loved her whilst she told him, she was half-way there.

Hermione smiled and put the rose away with her other collection and hid the note and walked out of the bathroom, her chin held up high. As always Draco, stood hidden in the shadows, watching her every move, like a predator stalking its prey. He watched. The smile stretched on her face the moment she stepped out of the prefect's bathroom.

He smiled. Part 5 of his plan had been accomplished.


Hermione finished walking down the last few steps towards the dungeons before walking towards Harry when Ron suddenly blocked her path. The smile suddenly faded as she saw him. She kept her gaze towards him, determined not to back down. He sighed before saying softly, "We need to talk".

Hermione scoffed.

"No we don't Ronald. I don't have to waste my breath on you." And with that she brushed past him towards Professor Snape's dungeons. She sat next Harry as Ron brushed past them to sit next to Lavender.

"Now, I will put you to partners. This arrangement simply won't do." The professor sneered, his gaze lingering on the Gryffindors.

"Potter, Parkinson. Weasley, Goyle. Malfoy, Granger. Brown, Nott. Thomas, Crabbe. Finnegan, Zabini. Longbottom, Patil.

Instructions on the board. I will be checking in an hour and a half. You may begin."

He instructed before heading towards his desk.

"Wanna get the ingredients, or should I?" Draco asked politely.

"I'll" Hermione said, her mood still upset over Ron's encounter.

She returned with their ingredients to see the cauldron bubbling and Draco setting off to work.

They worked well, a couple of words exchanged but other than that, no. Under an hour there potion was finished and was a shade of fuchsia pink, just as the board described.

They had made Ammortentia. The most powerful love potion.

Draco broke the silence. "So what do you smell?" He asked casually.

"What do you smell?" she retorted back raising an eyebrow.

Draco sighed before saying. "I smelt, rose scent shampoo with a hint of vanilla, old parchments and books, and mint toothpaste," He said ducking his head slightly so she couldn't see the faint blush appear on his pale skin.

"Hmm. Interesting." Hermione said. She continued. "I smell. Freshly mown grass, old parchments, mint toothpaste" She paused and sniffed the potion once more, "and hmm that's peculiar, an expensive cologne" She muttered to herself.

Though she ignored this and pushed the thought at the back of her head.

"Why don't you give him the potion to grade whilst I empty the contents in the cauldron?" Draco offered.

"Sounds cool with me." She replied. She went and placed the flask containing her and Malfoy's work before walking back to their space. Draco was at the storage cupboard, putting the ingredients away when she saw it. Another rose.

It was the same colour she had gotton before. A black one. Though this time larger and more precious than ever. She picked it up from the empty cauldron and looked around for anyone who might look a tad suspicious.

No –one did. She looked over and saw that he was coming back so she hid the rose behind her.

"What's behind your back?" He asked.

"Nothing." She said a little too quickly. He raised an eyebrow before letting it go.

She sighed a breath of relief before hiding the flower back in her bag. Once lessons were finally over she ran to an empty classroom, unaware a shadow was following her. She opened her bag to reveal the flower along with the note. She opened it once more and appreciated the elegant writing before reading.

When I'm with you,
eternity is a step away,
my love continues to grow,
with each passing day.

This treasure of love,
I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you...
you'll never really know.

You bring a joy to my heart,
I've never felt before,
with each touch of your hand,
I love you more and more.

Whenever we say goodbye,
whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly,
deep inside my heart.

So these seven words,
I pray you hold true,
"Forever And Always,
I Will Love You."

If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me.

I can't live without you. Your Admirer

Hermione grinned. He was so charming. She shook her head and walked out of the classroom unaware that Draco Malfoy was punching his fist into the air, and cheering mentally in his mind that his plan was halfway done.


Hermione had received 3 other roses that day. All the same colours before, purple, pink and peach. All beautiful than the next.

She was sitting down in the common room at seven forty five in the evening near the fireplace, books spread everywhere. She was finishing her notes for NEWT level potions, when she suddenly remembered the prefects meeting she had to attend to.

She groaned as she got up, leaving the messy pile of books where they were before heading out of the portrait hole.

When she reached there, she was surprised to see that she was early. She went to her assigned seat at the front along with another chair which was presumably for Draco but was stopped when she saw another rose. It was another white one. Similar to the first one. But more extravagant.

But there was a note.

She took out the note and was met with the familiar green ink.

All the love that history knows,
is said to be in every rose.
Yet all that could be found in two,
is less than what I feel for you.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough

I'm crazy about you. Your Admirer

Hermione put the note down. Something else had caught her eye. It was another note. She unfolded the note to be met with red ink.

My love, your rose awaits you. In the castle. The place where no one else will know. Our room. The room. I'll be waiting to reveal. For you. To you. Midnight. I'll be waiting till midnight for your arrival. To see the fruit my heart has been starving for.

She giggled slightly before waiting for the prefects to come along. When, all presented they spent 2 hours talking about plans for some of the feast, prefect duties and more.

Draco didn't fail to notice the special glint in her eye as she spoke.


Hermione was exhausted when the meeting ended but that didn't stop her from thinking about the moment she will meet her mystery man.

Hermione read then reread the note again. He was going to reveal himself. She was so ecstatic. She jumped up before checking the time. It was half 11. She had half an hour. No intention of wasting time she ran up the stairs into her room and was checking her wardrobe for some decent clothes.

She settled with green top with silver designs printed on. She wore a black mini skirt with boots. She then brushed her bird's nest and in no time at all it was falling on her shoulders in her soft curls. She added mascara and eyeliner before putting very faint green eye shadow. This was her favourite outfit. She loved the colours and the way they contrasted against her skin.

Completely content about her appearance she headed towards the portrait door. When it clicked to her that she never knew where the room was. She was too busy worrying about her appearance to even think about the place.

In the castle. The place where no one else will know. Our room. The room.

The room. The room of requirement.

That's it.

She hopped out of the portrait door oblivious to see the two smirking portraits talking in hushed voices about her mysterious man.


It was 5 minutes till midnight. She walked three times past the wall chanting, the last rose. The last rose.

A door appeared and she entered the room. Everything was dark. But. But a light shone in the middle. Hermione gasped. There in the middle of the room was a rose. A scarlet red rose levitating in midair.


His breath hitched in his throat as he caught the sight of her. She looked breathtaking. Her Black skirt was hitched up high enough for him to gaze at those perfect long legs. Her green top brought out the Slytherin in her. Merlin. She looked gorgeous in Slytherin colours.

Her eyes were dancing as she entered. Her curls were back to normal and were bouncing on her shoulders as she looked at the rose placed in the middle of the room.

He got out of his daydream, before putting over his hood over his head. Hiding his identity. He breathed deeply before preparing his last part of his plan.


She walked up to the flower. She stopped in front of it and gently picked up the stem. She got out the box with her other roses and just gazed at them with awe. Somewhere in the castle, the bell chimed as midnight struck. Suddenly, she realised that the rose had no note.

Unexpectedly a voice rang out in the room. A soft melodic voice.

For you I would climb
The highest mountain peak
Swim the deepest ocean
Your love I do seek.

For you I would cross
The rivers most wide
Walk the hottest desert sand
To have you by my side.

For you are the one
Who makes me whole
You've captured my heart
And touched my soul.

For you are the one
That stepped out of my dreams
Gave me new hope
Showed me what love means.

For you alone
Are my reason to live
For the compassion you show
And the care that you give.

You came into my life
And made me complete
Each time I see you
My heart skips a beat.

For you define beauty
In both body and mind
Your soft, gentle face
More beauty I'll ne'er find.

For you are the one
God sent from above
The angel I needed
For whom I do love.

Hermione slowly turned her head to see the tall figure come out of his shadows. He wore his hood over his face so she couldn't make out his face.

I thought love was just a mirage of the mind,
it's an illusion, it's fake, impossible to find.
But the day I met you, I began to see,
that love is real, and exists in me.

Happy Valentine's day my love...

They both stood there, 5 inches between them, in silence. Hermione, trying out to figure out this man. Draco, gazing lovingly at her under his hood.

"Who are you?" She asked, breaking the pregnant silence.

"Your admirer." He stated monotonously.

She huffed and put her hands on her hips. "That's not what I meant. Reveal to me your face." She said demandingly.

"I can't. I'm not who I say I am." He replied in the same manner.

"Yes you are. You sent me roses. No-one on earth has even sent me one. For god sake they don't even know that that's my favourite flower!" She replied indignantly.

"I know everything that is about you. I love you." He whispered softly, his voice echoing of the vast walls.

"I think I'm falling. I'm halfway there with your poets and cheesy pick up lines that make my heart flutter every time I read one." She replied softly.

His heart skipped a beat when she spoke those soft, innocent words.

"You won't like what you see." He said, hoping she will change her mind.

"How are you supposed to know if I like the sight I will see as I haven't even seen your face." She snapped, annoyed at his childish behaviour.

"I know. I'm not what you girls think 'you're prince charming'. I'm not. I'm just one of your admirers." He replied looking down instead of her face which was holding hurt.

"Then why on earth did you send me those roses and those sweet poems that made me start falling for you?" She asked folding her arms over her chest.

"That weasel broke up with you. I couldn't stand to see you upset. I love you. You know that by know. And it was valentines today. I couldn't bear to see you have your heartbroken on this day." He spoke, his heart spilling everything out.

She gulped as her eyes were prickling with soft tears. He loves her. He cares. "Nobody has ever thought about me that way." She whispered taking a step forward.

He noticed, but acted as if she never moved.

"Please. I want to know you." She begged.

He sighed. "Promise me you won't run away once you see me."

"Promise" She said.

He took in a breath of air before raising his arms and slowly lifting off the covers. His eyes glued firmly on her expression.

She watched him raise his hands and lift down the covers.

She gasped loudly once she saw him. "You." Was all she said.

He ran his hand through his locks as he saw her speechless. "I told you. You wouldn't like wha – hmpph"

He was cut short off his speech when Hermione leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth.

His brain stopped functioning as he felt her mouth on his. He relaxed and wrapped his arms around her waist as she crept her hands upwards towards his neck.

Her mouth was soft and sensational just as he had been dreaming about since that night it clicked to him that he loved her.

He delved in, kissing her deeply. She tilted her head responded enthusiastically, her hand running through his blonde tresses.

He suddenly let go and stared into those chocolate pools.

"I love you Hermione Granger." He whispered his forehead leant against hers.

She giggled and leaned in to give him a sweet kiss on his lips. Before he could respond she pulled back. "I know I love you now Draco Malfoy." She whispered staring into those grey orbs she loved.

He stared at her, his eyes a centimetre wider before her confession.

Suddenly, she was lifted in the air and twirled around. He kissed her once more, sweet but passionately to which she responded.

He let go and kissed her forehead. "Happy Valentines Baby."

Hermione laughed and they walked away hand in hand. One hand entwined with Draco's. The other holding out the twelve roses. The twelve roses from her not so now mystery man. The special roses.

Her 12 Roses.

The end.

Yup! A valentine special of sorts! XD it's not much since I posted this prior but it's edited since my childish writing! :D Please remember to review as this and the previous chapter were basically my first ever fanfictions I had ever written! XD

~Sugarquills007