Always
A Mushy Hermione and Draco Fic
Dedicated to Willow
I love you
Author's Note: Sadly, the Harry Potter characters are property of Miss Jo Rowling.
Please do not sue.
The conversation is based on a conversation between my boyfriend and me.
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She sat in the library, her brown hair splayed across her face. She'd fallen asleep in the midst of her studies. The library around her was quiet and dark. The rising and falling of her chest was the only movement.
He entered quietly, his robes swishing silently at his feet. He drew nearer to her, slowly and carefully. His feet guided him through the rows of books deftly. He'd been here so many times to meet her.
As he neared, his breath became softer and less thought out. He smiled; oh how he loved the way her hair fell to her shoulders. Her eyelashes fell softly against her perfect cheeks.
"Hermione." He said softly as he kissed her closed eyelids. She stirred slowly, her soft eyelashes flittering.
"Draco." She said as she opened her eyes. He held his finger to his lips to silence her. He then swept her into his arms and kissed her forehead.
"Draco, I told you I couldn't see you tonight." She said softly, her lips finding his in the dark.
"I know love, but I couldn't stand the thought of not seeing you. I knew you'd be here." He smiled.
Yes, he knew. He had known she'd be there. He knew almost everything about her. From the way she held her quill, to the way her lips kissed his.
"Draco, you know I will never be able to forgive you for disrupting my, um, studies." She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I know love."
"Then why do you do it?"
"Because I love you." He said, kissing her soft lips once more.
"Sometimes I wonder about that."
"Wonder about what, love?"
"Why you love me."
He laughed at her curiosity. He set her down on the floor and sat in the chair she had been sitting in just moments before. He then motioned for her to sit. She obliged and perched herself in his lap.
"Hermione," He paused, contemplating what to say, his thoughts mixed inside his blonde haired head, "I'm not entirely sure why I love you. There are just so many things about you that make me love you. The way you love me is one of the things that contributes to my love for you."
She rested her head on his shoulder, her lips curving into that smile he loved so much. He looked at her soft features.
"Why is it you love me, Hermione?" He asked, trailing his fingertip down her soft cheek. She laughed and kissed his neck softly.
"I love you because you're so enticing and amazing. You are distant yet so close, so different yet so familiar. You're so mysterious yet I can almost predict what you'll say next. It's amazing Draco."
He stopped for a moment, deep in thought, his hands running through her mocha colored hair.
"Hermione, I am distant and I am different. But what happens when I'm not longer mysterious and I become so predictable you can pinpoint exactly what I'll do? Will you still love me when I'm boring?"
She laughed and looked into his steely gray eyes.
"Draco, love, there will always be something there for me to love. Always." She kissed his cheek.
"Always Hermione?" He asked.
"Always Draco."
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Author's Note: Yes, that is the end of the story. Just a short, cute little Hermione/Draco story, so sweet. Please leave me a review! (I'll return the favor).