A/N: I'll be honest I didn't like writing this at all. I've never shipped Hermione and Draco ever because they are a terrible couple. Ew. I also never write from a male perspective because I don't know how males think. Nonetheless I decided that it would be interesting to test my writing skills and get out of my comfort zone a little. Hope you enjoy the cringe.
"Draco. Thank God it's you." Hermione sighs, relieved. I had just popped out from a dark alleyway. I didn't mean to frighten her but I must sneak around. Father can't know I'm seeing a Mudblood.
Mudblood. The word feels like a sin just to think. Father and the Dark Lord want me to join them in their quest to eradicate all those who are born with magic under "questionable" circumstances. But every time I think about that word I feel as though I am somehow betraying Hermione. I hate having to hide her from Father, but it's for her own safety. The Dark Lord would kill her if anyone knew about us.
"It's just me, Hermione." I take her hand and stare into her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, wondering how I could ever let the Dark Lord or my father come between us. Some day, perhaps, I will be able to be open about our relationship.
I lean in and kiss my beautiful Hermione on the cheek. She giggles that adorable high pitched titter that she hates but I love and I pull her in for another kiss, this time on the lips. I press my left hand into the small of her back, gliding up and down with my right hand, twirling her curls. The kiss is soft and slow, delicate just like her lips, and finally I pull away. Hermione runs her hand through my hair before wrapping her arms around me and pulling me in for a hug.
"I love you, Draco." We've never said those words before, yet I can tell she means it. I say it back and I know that I mean it too. I pull her close, this time rushing the kiss. I make sure my lips touch every bit of hers, pressing closer and closer until there is no closer. Suddenly she reaches up, moving her hands from my waist to my neck. She pulls me down to her, standing on her tiptoes, leaning all of her weight against me. I love her. I love her. Those three words echo in my brain over and over as I kiss her. I decide in that moment that I want Father to know. I have nothing to hide. I love this girl with my whole heart.
As if on cue Father's quiet yet sharp voice cuts the air surrounding me and my beloved. At the sound of his voice, Hermione jumps.
"Draco." he grins slyly. "What are you doing."
It isn't a question, he says it like a statement.
"I'm choosing to be my own person, Father. To hell with the Death Eaters. I want no part in it." Hermione clings to my jacket, pulling me close to her. I can feel her trembling so I wrap my arms tightly around her. "You're safe," I whisper in her ear.
Father laughs. "You think you can protect her? If the Dark Lord wishes that she die, she will die. It is the least extreme punishment for what you have done. You have disgraced the Malfoy name with this filthy Mudblood."
I shake with anger. "Don't call her that."
Again, Father laughs. He rolls up his sleeve, his finger tracing his Dark Mark. My heart begins to pound.
"Father," I say, "think about this."
"I already have." He presses his finger to the Mark. Hermione whimpers. I pull my wand out of my pocket and with a loud crack I Apparate with Hermione to the first place I can think of: Hogwarts. We run inside the castle to Dumbledore's office, telling what happened. Dumbledore and Snape put up a barrier to keep my father out.
We're safe for now.