Hermione and Draco were in love. A love they didn't know was possible. A love despite everything.
Draco was on the other side, the side of Voldemort, the side she, Harry, and Ron had been fighting against since they were 11 years old. But that didn't matter anymore.—Ron, he was such a jerk. Why had he run away from their relationship? To be honest it hadn't really been Ron who had ended things. She had gone back to Hogwarts to complete her 7th year of schooling and he hadn't. Auror Training he had said. Why one would want to be an auror, to have to witness more of the things that were wrong with the world and help fix them was beyond her. Hadn't they done enough in their 7 years of fighting Voldemort? Wasn't that good enough for everyone? She didn't think that she could bear the pressures of combatting evil again. She'd break down for sure, but Ron didn't understand that. She'd seen enough people die for one lifetime, and she didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. Until now. Draco. Whenever she looked at him, his blond hair, his pale skin. The venerability. All those years she had cursed him, had dismissed him, even punched him in the face. He'd called her a mudblood to be fair. Such irony that all she wanted to do now was kiss him.
Hermione was on the other side. The side of light, the side of truth, the side that won the war. The side that he was understanding more and more. Voldemort had killed hundreds if not thousands of people. His father had gone to prison. His house had been filled with death eaters, death.—Pansy. She still didn't understand. How she was able to cope with the whole situation, he had no idea. Sure, her family hadn't been in the center of the war like his, she didn't have the Dark Lord as a house guest. She didn't have to see people tortured, people killed, every day throughout the war. She'd dismissed him, dismissed any moment he tried to discuss moving on, discuss the fact that their side was wrong. That the potter kid, no matter how stupid he could be, was right. He couldn't deal with the breakdowns he had every time they had an argument. That's why he'd gone back to Hogwarts. To try again, to give himself a second chance. He'd tortured people, aided in Dumbledore's death. He cried himself to sleep every night. Afraid that he would always be a death eater. He tortured children, helped Voldemort… Until now. Hermione. Whenever he looked at her, her bushy brown hair that would never cooperate, her brown eyes. Never mind that she had punched him in the face their third year. She understood him, she—god— he wanted to kiss her.
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I was super inspired by rebuilding by colubrina's Rebuilding fic which is linked in my favorites, to write this dramione fic. I put my own twist on Dramione, and I hope you like it. I might do another excerpt of this which goes into some of the actual interaction the two of them have together if people are interested.