Her POV
I walked along the hallway and he was on the other side of Professor McGonagall. She was taking us to our special head room. I felt so special. I would only have to share a common room and bathroom with one person instead of a whole dormitory. And I was sharing it with my prince, Draco. How much luckier could I have got?
Professor McGonagall led us down the gloomy hallway to the portrait of Harry's parents as soon as the feast was finished. When we reached the cheerful portrait, my blonde-haired beauty turned and looked at me. Smiling at my astonished face. I still can not get over that my prince has noticed me. All of the years before, it was if I was invisible.
Every time I gaze into his eyes, I realise how beautiful they really are. And when he looks into mine, it's like he can see straight through to my soul. I melt instantly when he looks at me, and the creases around his bright eyes fade away.
When he broke away his gaze, my heart split in two. It felt as if my soul was torn away when his eyes left mine. Now we'll be together, it is definite; my perfect prince will always be mine in our castle.
His POV
I must speak tonight. I have to tell her how I fel. She can no longer be with out me. I can see it in her beautiful caramel-brown eyes, when she looks at me. They gaze purposefully into my own eyes as though she wants to see into my mind. I don't know why though.
She will be with me tonight. I can imagine holding her. Seeing her eyes freely gazing into my eyes. Her face would relax, and I can feel her leaning on me already. I love her so much, Hermione will be mine.
We've reached to portrait, and it has to be of Saint Potters' parents. As I turned around scowling, I locked eyes with her, and I melted into her caramel-brown eyes. Her face relaxed and she smiled. This is the second time that my princess smiled at me; did she still hate me from before? Does she like me now? As I broke away my staring, and looked down from embarrassment. Staring at a mud blood like her is forbidden, no, not anymore it is allowed that the dark lord is dead. As I looked back up I saw her beautiful eyes filled with concern.
What was she concerned about? Did she like me and was embarrassed too? Will she love me back when I tell her how I feel? How will she react when she knows? As I looked at her again, I saw an empty space. Had she left me already? The wind rustled past me and I saw her robes retreat into the portrait hole. No, my perfect princess had just gone into our castle.