A/N: Sorry about the cliffy grin I just couldn't resist. I wanted to finish from Hermione's point of view. So, here's the story!!
Chapter Seven: Is it love?
I was at the pitch with Harry and Ron. They (mainly Harry) had used their amazing talents at persuasion to get me to come out there and watch while they practiced for quidditch season. We had only been there for a few minutes when Draco came out, and I could tell right off that something was wrong. For one thing, he was pale, even more so than normal. He also seemed really distracted, and was rubbing his arm, and all he said when he saw us was "What are you three doing out here?" He seemed to regret coming out and turned back to Hogwarts before Harry and Ron got the chance to say anything.
I turned to them and said "I'm going to see what's wrong with him. I'll catch up with you guys later, OK?" I didn't wait for an answer and just jogged up to Draco's side. "Malfoy . . . Draco, what's wrong? Something is obviously wrong, because not only could you not come up with some stupid witty comment about us, but I also saw you rubbing your arm. What was that about?"
He didn't say anything, just continued to walk. It was bugging me, and I was determined to get the answers out of him no matter what. "Draco, I can tell something is wrong. Don't try to act like there isn't. You aren't acting like yourself. I just-"
"Just what Hermione?" He had finally turned to face me. I guess he decided to talk to me. "Just want to help me? It's too late to help me. It's your fault I'm like this to begin with. I'm like this because I . . ."
I paused, waiting for him to finish his sentence. When it seemed like he wasn't going to, I asked him "You what, Draco?" He still didn't answer me. I figured it was about time for me to 'fess up. I took him by the hand, and said "Follow me." I led him up to my room, where I had my collection of all the poems I had written. I dug through them until I found the one I wanted. I handed it to him and watched him as he read it.
It used to be bright
but now it's dark
Nothing's the same
but nothing looks different
Just because it
can't be seen
Doesn't mean it
isn't there
When he finished reading it, he was speechless and just looked at me. "What is this about, Hermione?" he finally asked after about ten minutes. "Um . . . well, you see . . ." I tried to think of a way to explain it to him. It just isn't every day that you have to tell the one person you are supposed to hate that you love him desperately and could never imagine your life without him. This is when I remembered a line from Romeo and Juliet: "My only love sprung from my only hate." While I was looking around the room, trying to dodge the question and figure out an answer to it at the same time, I happened to glance at the clock.
"Oh crap," I muttered. "Sorry Draco, I would answer you now, but it's time for lunch." I said this hoping he would buy my lame excuse to think of an answer later. I heard him curse under his breath. "Just tell me after lunch then, alright?"
"Okay. After lunch I'll tell you then. Meet me in by the front doors, and we'll go out on grounds or something. I would prefer to tell you somewhere other than my room." As I said that, he gave me a suspicious look but agreed. So we walked down to lunch together, to the disgust of many Slytherins and Gryffindors and the surprise of many Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. We parted at the doors and went to our house tables for lunch.
All through lunch I was distracted and only half-listening to Harry and Ron. They were discussing the wrong way to faint or some other trivial quidditch move. I was wondering how best to put it to Draco. Should I put it bluntly and just come out and say "I love you and want you forever?" Or should I beat around the bush and use the Romeo and Juliet line? I had no clue what I wanted to say . . . well, I did; I just didn't know how I wanted to say it.
I didn't have very long to figure it out, as lunch was almost over. I prayed that he would be delayed by the gorillas he called friends so that I would have more time. Unfortunately, my prayers were not answered, and as soon as I left the table, I felt more than saw him behind me. I felt him come up behind me and place his hands on my hips, resting them there.
"D-Draco?" I said, nervous from his closeness. My mouth and throat were drier than the Sahara Desert. He was so close that I could smell his cologne. It smelled odd, and put me in mind of Ireland and leprechauns. I called up Draco's face in my mind with his blonde hair, and stormy grey eyes, and knew he was perfect for the Irish setting; the rolling green hills and mystical beauty.
I felt him turning me around, so I would be facing him, and suddenly I was looking at his lips, and adjusted my gaze so I was looking in his eyes. "Draco, I-" I was cut off as he softly touched a finger to my lips. "Shhh" he said. He took his finger from my lips, and slowly leaned in and kissed me.
I could have sworn I felt some sort of electricity, but it may have just been my imagination. I honestly don't know. In those moments in which we were kissing, everything felt right. I wasn't worried about telling him I loved him, or what Harry and Ron would think, or anything. I was completely and totally living in the moment.
Draco pulled away, and it took me a minute to catch my breath. When I was finally able to breathe regularly again, I looked up into his eyes, where I could have sworn I saw love shining through. This revelation caused a sharp intake of breath from me, and I had to ask him "What was that for, exactly?"
"Hermione," he started, "I have loved you since day one. The way you were an over-achiever, and your bushy hair and brown eyes made me completely attracted to you but I couldn't show it. I love you, Hermione Granger, I always have and I always will."
I was shocked by this. I knew I loved Draco, which I had for years, but I never expected him to love me back. "Draco, I have loved you for years. It surprises me that you love me back, but I am ready to accept it. I have been waiting for this moment for God knows how long. I love you, Draco Malfoy, forever and for always."
This time it was his turn to be surprised, and we kissed again. It wasn't the first time, and it definitely wouldn't be the last.
A/N: Well, that's it for now...if you guys want me to continue it, I might, but as far as I'm concerned, this is it. I may/may not write a sequel. You never know. For now, though, I have other writings to work on. You guys can email me at or argetlam3050(at)hotmail.com anytime. Thanks!!
Chapter Seven: Is it love?
I was at the pitch with Harry and Ron. They (mainly Harry) had used their amazing talents at persuasion to get me to come out there and watch while they practiced for quidditch season. We had only been there for a few minutes when Draco came out, and I could tell right off that something was wrong. For one thing, he was pale, even more so than normal. He also seemed really distracted, and was rubbing his arm, and all he said when he saw us was "What are you three doing out here?" He seemed to regret coming out and turned back to Hogwarts before Harry and Ron got the chance to say anything.
I turned to them and said "I'm going to see what's wrong with him. I'll catch up with you guys later, OK?" I didn't wait for an answer and just jogged up to Draco's side. "Malfoy . . . Draco, what's wrong? Something is obviously wrong, because not only could you not come up with some stupid witty comment about us, but I also saw you rubbing your arm. What was that about?"
He didn't say anything, just continued to walk. It was bugging me, and I was determined to get the answers out of him no matter what. "Draco, I can tell something is wrong. Don't try to act like there isn't. You aren't acting like yourself. I just-"
"Just what Hermione?" He had finally turned to face me. I guess he decided to talk to me. "Just want to help me? It's too late to help me. It's your fault I'm like this to begin with. I'm like this because I . . ."
I paused, waiting for him to finish his sentence. When it seemed like he wasn't going to, I asked him "You what, Draco?" He still didn't answer me. I figured it was about time for me to 'fess up. I took him by the hand, and said "Follow me." I led him up to my room, where I had my collection of all the poems I had written. I dug through them until I found the one I wanted. I handed it to him and watched him as he read it.
It used to be bright
but now it's dark
Nothing's the same
but nothing looks different
Just because it
can't be seen
Doesn't mean it
isn't there
When he finished reading it, he was speechless and just looked at me. "What is this about, Hermione?" he finally asked after about ten minutes. "Um . . . well, you see . . ." I tried to think of a way to explain it to him. It just isn't every day that you have to tell the one person you are supposed to hate that you love him desperately and could never imagine your life without him. This is when I remembered a line from Romeo and Juliet: "My only love sprung from my only hate." While I was looking around the room, trying to dodge the question and figure out an answer to it at the same time, I happened to glance at the clock.
"Oh crap," I muttered. "Sorry Draco, I would answer you now, but it's time for lunch." I said this hoping he would buy my lame excuse to think of an answer later. I heard him curse under his breath. "Just tell me after lunch then, alright?"
"Okay. After lunch I'll tell you then. Meet me in by the front doors, and we'll go out on grounds or something. I would prefer to tell you somewhere other than my room." As I said that, he gave me a suspicious look but agreed. So we walked down to lunch together, to the disgust of many Slytherins and Gryffindors and the surprise of many Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. We parted at the doors and went to our house tables for lunch.
All through lunch I was distracted and only half-listening to Harry and Ron. They were discussing the wrong way to faint or some other trivial quidditch move. I was wondering how best to put it to Draco. Should I put it bluntly and just come out and say "I love you and want you forever?" Or should I beat around the bush and use the Romeo and Juliet line? I had no clue what I wanted to say . . . well, I did; I just didn't know how I wanted to say it.
I didn't have very long to figure it out, as lunch was almost over. I prayed that he would be delayed by the gorillas he called friends so that I would have more time. Unfortunately, my prayers were not answered, and as soon as I left the table, I felt more than saw him behind me. I felt him come up behind me and place his hands on my hips, resting them there.
"D-Draco?" I said, nervous from his closeness. My mouth and throat were drier than the Sahara Desert. He was so close that I could smell his cologne. It smelled odd, and put me in mind of Ireland and leprechauns. I called up Draco's face in my mind with his blonde hair, and stormy grey eyes, and knew he was perfect for the Irish setting; the rolling green hills and mystical beauty.
I felt him turning me around, so I would be facing him, and suddenly I was looking at his lips, and adjusted my gaze so I was looking in his eyes. "Draco, I-" I was cut off as he softly touched a finger to my lips. "Shhh" he said. He took his finger from my lips, and slowly leaned in and kissed me.
I could have sworn I felt some sort of electricity, but it may have just been my imagination. I honestly don't know. In those moments in which we were kissing, everything felt right. I wasn't worried about telling him I loved him, or what Harry and Ron would think, or anything. I was completely and totally living in the moment.
Draco pulled away, and it took me a minute to catch my breath. When I was finally able to breathe regularly again, I looked up into his eyes, where I could have sworn I saw love shining through. This revelation caused a sharp intake of breath from me, and I had to ask him "What was that for, exactly?"
"Hermione," he started, "I have loved you since day one. The way you were an over-achiever, and your bushy hair and brown eyes made me completely attracted to you but I couldn't show it. I love you, Hermione Granger, I always have and I always will."
I was shocked by this. I knew I loved Draco, which I had for years, but I never expected him to love me back. "Draco, I have loved you for years. It surprises me that you love me back, but I am ready to accept it. I have been waiting for this moment for God knows how long. I love you, Draco Malfoy, forever and for always."
This time it was his turn to be surprised, and we kissed again. It wasn't the first time, and it definitely wouldn't be the last.
A/N: Well, that's it for now...if you guys want me to continue it, I might, but as far as I'm concerned, this is it. I may/may not write a sequel. You never know. For now, though, I have other writings to work on. You guys can email me at or argetlam3050(at)hotmail.com anytime. Thanks!!