Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story.
Hermione waited for a couple of days, to make Draco's steam cool off to, before she talked to him. He had been avoiding her ever since what happened in the Gryffindor common room. She knew what he must've sacrificed in order to that, his name, his reputation and his pride. She smiled slightly at the thought.
There really is more to Draco Malfoy than I thought.
She tried looking for him. It was a Saturday and she didn't know where he went on Saturdays. After a couple of hours of looking for him, she gave up and just decided to go to the prefects' office. Maybe that way she could get some work done.
She opened the door to the room and stealthily went inside. She stopped in her tracks when she saw that Draco was there. He looked up and as he saw her, an angry glint flashed in his eyes.
"I've been looking all over for you," she said.
"And why would you do that?" he asked spitefully.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"About what, Granger? Don't tell me you're here to gloat about how Potter and you are back together and-."
"That's not fair, Draco. I thought we're friends," she said.
"That's what I thought so, too. Although, I know friends stick up for each other and that's the least of what you did for me," he said.
Hermione didn't know what to say to this and became silent for a while.
"We're not back together," she said finally.
Draco stopped what he was doing when he heard this but pretended not to care. "So what? I'm sure in a couple of hours you'll be in his arms again."
"No. I won't be."
Draco looked up at her. Her voice was eerily calm.
"Would you like to elaborate on that?" he asked.
"I'm sorry if I didn't stand up for you that night in the Gryffindor common room. I was still confused. I hadn't realized it yet during that time and I was stupid not to see it at once. It was something I never thought was really possible but--."
"What exactly is it, Granger? I'm not accurately catching on to what you're saying and I'm not going to waste time pondering on it. It's either that or you tell me," he said irritably.
"You're the one person I truly felt it from. I thought I felt it from Harry but. I was mistaken," she continued, not answering Draco's question. "You love me, Draco. You truly and deeply love me."
The book Draco was holding fell from his hand. He turned his head towards her so quickly that she thought it was going to come off. His eyes narrowed into slits.
"What are you talking about, Granger?"
"You love me."
"What do you mean I love you? That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. You watch what you--."
"And I love you, too."
"I--," Draco began again and looked at her. "You do?"
Hermione smiled at him. To Draco it was the most beautiful smile. He slowly stood up and went in front of her. He looked into her eyes.
"Did you mean what you said?" he asked, his voice almost in a whisper.
"I do," she said.
Draco smiled and gazed at the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on, the one girl he truly cared about, the one girl who made him go mad, the one girl who made him feel weak in the knees whenever she would smile at him, the one girl who sent thousands of volts of electricity through his body whenever she would casually touch his arm, the one girl who rocked his world, the one girl who saw through him, through his façade and didn't mind, the one girl who penetrated deep into his soul and liked what she saw, the one girl who turned his life around. She was the one girl who looked beyond.
And now she was his.
She was his to hold forever.
Draco brushed a strand of her hair, brushed it away from her pretty face and tucked it behind her ear. It was the first of the most gentle of touches. He caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes at this gesture. He then wrapped both of his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him. He closed his eyes as he inhaled her scent. Vanillas and strawberries. He opened his eyes and looked deep into her gorgeous brown eyes in which he found love. He slowly closed the small gap between them and gave her a most gentle but very passionate kiss.
"I love you, Hermione."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story.
Hermione waited for a couple of days, to make Draco's steam cool off to, before she talked to him. He had been avoiding her ever since what happened in the Gryffindor common room. She knew what he must've sacrificed in order to that, his name, his reputation and his pride. She smiled slightly at the thought.
There really is more to Draco Malfoy than I thought.
She tried looking for him. It was a Saturday and she didn't know where he went on Saturdays. After a couple of hours of looking for him, she gave up and just decided to go to the prefects' office. Maybe that way she could get some work done.
She opened the door to the room and stealthily went inside. She stopped in her tracks when she saw that Draco was there. He looked up and as he saw her, an angry glint flashed in his eyes.
"I've been looking all over for you," she said.
"And why would you do that?" he asked spitefully.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"About what, Granger? Don't tell me you're here to gloat about how Potter and you are back together and-."
"That's not fair, Draco. I thought we're friends," she said.
"That's what I thought so, too. Although, I know friends stick up for each other and that's the least of what you did for me," he said.
Hermione didn't know what to say to this and became silent for a while.
"We're not back together," she said finally.
Draco stopped what he was doing when he heard this but pretended not to care. "So what? I'm sure in a couple of hours you'll be in his arms again."
"No. I won't be."
Draco looked up at her. Her voice was eerily calm.
"Would you like to elaborate on that?" he asked.
"I'm sorry if I didn't stand up for you that night in the Gryffindor common room. I was still confused. I hadn't realized it yet during that time and I was stupid not to see it at once. It was something I never thought was really possible but--."
"What exactly is it, Granger? I'm not accurately catching on to what you're saying and I'm not going to waste time pondering on it. It's either that or you tell me," he said irritably.
"You're the one person I truly felt it from. I thought I felt it from Harry but. I was mistaken," she continued, not answering Draco's question. "You love me, Draco. You truly and deeply love me."
The book Draco was holding fell from his hand. He turned his head towards her so quickly that she thought it was going to come off. His eyes narrowed into slits.
"What are you talking about, Granger?"
"You love me."
"What do you mean I love you? That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. You watch what you--."
"And I love you, too."
"I--," Draco began again and looked at her. "You do?"
Hermione smiled at him. To Draco it was the most beautiful smile. He slowly stood up and went in front of her. He looked into her eyes.
"Did you mean what you said?" he asked, his voice almost in a whisper.
"I do," she said.
Draco smiled and gazed at the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on, the one girl he truly cared about, the one girl who made him go mad, the one girl who made him feel weak in the knees whenever she would smile at him, the one girl who sent thousands of volts of electricity through his body whenever she would casually touch his arm, the one girl who rocked his world, the one girl who saw through him, through his façade and didn't mind, the one girl who penetrated deep into his soul and liked what she saw, the one girl who turned his life around. She was the one girl who looked beyond.
And now she was his.
She was his to hold forever.
Draco brushed a strand of her hair, brushed it away from her pretty face and tucked it behind her ear. It was the first of the most gentle of touches. He caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes at this gesture. He then wrapped both of his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him. He closed his eyes as he inhaled her scent. Vanillas and strawberries. He opened his eyes and looked deep into her gorgeous brown eyes in which he found love. He slowly closed the small gap between them and gave her a most gentle but very passionate kiss.
"I love you, Hermione."