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Chapter 13 – Missed.

It's been a week since Hermione moved out, Draco decided to stay, slightly enjoying the idea of a Dorm room all to himself – or at least that's what he told people… he missed her… not just her but everything that came with her, the scent of her fruity shampoo no longer lingered in the bathroom, the books were no longer left on the couch, the way she would sometimes sing out loud even though she wouldn't realise until Draco would comment, the way she keep him awake by staying up all night to practice spells, he even missed when she would dump her robes in the middle of the flood after a long day and he would have to pick them up, no matter how bad a habit she had and no matter how much it annoyed him he missed it… he missed her.

Draco sat in potions, at the back of the class. It was a theory lesson, everyone was taking down notes except him, he was watching her, her every move, the way she would tuck her hair behind her ear, the way her nose would sometime twitch, her delicate hands that used to claw at his back scribble a quill across the page, The way she would every now and then rub her eyes when she was getting to the end of a page, and the thing he loved the most, the way she would chew her lip, those luscious, sweet, soft, tender, sensational lips that he remember so clearly. He remembered everything… he missed everything. The bell rang and the class filed out, he waited, Hermione always stayed back to ask if there was any extra homework.

"Professor?" She asked.

"Oh sorry Hermione, I can't right now I have a meeting that I must be at in exactly three minutes. Come find me later if you need to." The professor darted out of the room leaving a disappointed Granger and nervous Malfoy. She gathered her books and started to leave but was stopped by Draco; she let out a little yelp of surprise, "Merlin's Beard! You gave me a fright!"

He slightly smiled, "Second Year."

She furrowed her eyebrows, "What?"

"Second year. The year I was drawn to you, well I guess the end of first year bit to round up, second year. That's almost six years I've been drawn to you, how can you say that I don't love you?" He asked sadly.

She rolled her eyes, "Move. I have to go my next class."

"Don't try and avoid this, how can you know that I don't love you, how are you sure that you don't love me?" His eyes were full of desperation but Hermione's were full of boredom.

"This is pathetic. You don't love me or of you think you do SNAP OUT OF IT! What ever happened between us is over so just. Drop. It."

She shoved past him but just as she reached the doorway, "Do you remember when we ran into each other in Diagon Alley, in the book store? Harry had just had his picture taken with that, what's his face and I was verbally attacking you. Remember? You met my father for the first time? Do you remember what he said when he met you? He said that I'd told him all about you... you think I told him about you being a muggle-born and how you infuriated me but, do you want to know something? I never talked to my father about you; I did talk to my mother though. I told her how you were/are the smartest witch I've ever met, I told her how you were constantly in the back of my mind, how I had the need to get your attention every time I was in the same room as you… he must have over heard or something. The only time I mentioned your bloodline was when my mother explained to me that I like you and that's why I was acting like this. I told her that you're a muggle born about a week after that, I had finally come to terms with my feelings but was worried that if father found out he'd hurt me… or you because of your 'heritage.' I've fancied you since SECOND YEAR. I'VE LIKED YOU FOR SIX BLOODY YEARS! AND EACH EAR IT GOT WORSE AND WORSE! I LOVE YOU HERMIONE! I DON'T CARE IF YOU IGNORE IT OR ME BUT. I. LOVE. YOU." He was now standing right behind her, his breather on her neck, "I love you." He whispered as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her neck, "I love you." He mumbled as he placed another soft kiss on her neck. "I-" She stormed off, not saying a word, or turning around to look at him. He stood there for a moment, unsure what to do, his heart slightly shattering even more as she stormed away.

He slowly gathered his books and made his way to his next class.

What Draco would never know is that as soon as he started talking about telling his mother about her Hermione had tears streaming down her face, her heart shattering with every word he said and when he used 'muggle-born' instead of 'mudblood' she broke, every fibre in her being wanted to turn around and run into his arms, never wanting to leave him but she refused and stayed still listening to his speech and when he kissed her… said he loved her… that he didn't care if she hated him he'd continue loving her she so desperately wanted to spin round and capture his lips with hers but… she didn't she ran, not to her next class but to the corridor where they first touched. To her luck every one was n class, the hall empty as she slid down it and cried. Cried with a broken heart the difference from her broken hearts compared to other girls' is that she broke her own heart not the boy she loves. She turned away, she pushed him away, she broke her heart and continued to break it every moment she stayed away from him. She missed him; she missed him so much, but not just him but everything that came with him. She missed running her fingers through his hair, ruffling up and watching him get angry when she did, his warmth, his scent that lingered on her sheets, the way he would spend hours in the bathroom trying to slick his hair back 'just right,' the way she could wear his boxers to bed, she even missed the way he'd yell at her when she left her robes lying in the middle of the room. She missed everything… she missed him.

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