Hermione's eyes widened, and she stepped back a little. But Draco had gotten this far, and he wasn't going to give up. Slowly, passionately, he kissed her, as softly as he could.
Eventually she melted into him, leaning against his chest and kissing him back.
Draco never believed this would ever happen, ever could happen. Slowly, he slid his hand up her skirt, but then all his dreams shattered.
The red-head, the blood-traitor Weasley, came bombing down the stairs. Catching sight of Draco and Hermione, his ears started to go bright red, and his eyes widened.
"Bloody hell... OI HARRY!" Draco stood there, rooted to the spot, as Harry came down the stairs too.
"Why's Malfoy in here?" Hermione looked from Draco to Ron, then Harry To Draco. Slowly, she walked over to Harry And Ron, then lowered herself into an armchair.
Of course. Of course she would always choose them over him. It would always be the three best friends, and Draco was out of the conclusion all together.
Ron narrowed then said, "he was kissing Hermione..." Harry turned to look at Draco in such a way that he could had never imagined possible.
"YOU!" and suddenly he was on Draco, fighting him.
Draco tried to resist, push Harry off him. But soon the red-head was there too, and they both punched and hit him. Draco cried for the first time, then. It wasn't the physical pain, it was the emotional.
He could imagine Hermione laughing and cheering them on, and he was weighed down by shame. His pride was broken, he had never gone anywhere without Crabbe or Goyle, and Potter and the red-head were sure to tell their friends, laugh it all away.
Draco titled his head and got a glimpse of Hermione through the bodies of Harry and Ron. She was curled up in the armchair crying silently, and she caught Draco's eye, and mouthed, "I'm so sorry."