Draco stared at her from the door of his own room. It was snowing heavily outside. It was only a few days up until Christmas. The fire of the fireplace lit up her face, enlightening the soft rounding of her cheek, the fullness of her lips but mostly it lightened up the spark in her chocolate brown eyes. He couldn't make up his mind if the spark was naturally there or if it was caused by the book she was currently reading.
He bit his lip slowly. He didn't know how much he changed his views . There she sat in front of the fireplace upon a soft rug. Her ankles were crossed over each other and her book balanced upon her lap. In her left hand, between her point finger and thumb, she was twirling a piece of her wildly hair. It looked freshly washed and he bet It smelled like honey and vanilla, like it always did. She wore the ugly oversized Weasley sweater she was so fond of and some oversized pants.
Draco would have never said it out loud, but she looked outright beautiful in that moment. The way she scanned the pages hungrily with her eyes. The way she would twist those hair between her fingers. The way she would bite her lip thoughtfully when she was thinking about what she was reading.
Draco was always a man who loved the typical beauty in woman. Someone who dressed nicely, had a full set of breasts and was well developed in the backside section. He loved his woman polished, near perfection. Who would wear sexy lingerie , a dress who showed off her assets, finished off with nice set of high heels that emphases legs that could go on for miles. And that just for him.
It was a typical pureblood thought, having the perfect polished woman next at his side. He always thought that kind of woman would be the one he'd want to marry. He was always convinced that sort of woman was his type. That he would fall in love one day with one of these woman.
Draco wasn't a man who believed in faith. When you want something, you have to work for it. Or at least be sneaky enough to get your own way to get what you want. Malfoy's always have gotten want they wanted. Malfoys always strived for perfection. Never backing down and not even too scared to use the backhanded way to get it.
But he never counted in that Hermione Granger would come across is way again. When he saw her again at the start of the eight year of Hogwarts, he thought she looked decent, but still not pretty enough. Hermione became Head Girl while he became Head Boy. They were practically forced to spend as much time together, especially because they not only shared duties together, but also a common room.
Firstly it resulted in heated arguments and hexed being thrown left and right. Soon they turned into lighter witty banter and throwing hexes were soon forgotten. They thrived out of the wittiness and cleverness they both sprouted out, always keeping the other on its toes.
Soon Draco had to come back on his opinion of Hermione not being pretty, or only decent as he said. He had to come back to the fact that those polished woman weren't his type. They couldn't hold his interest anymore and wanted more out of it.
And now, seeing Granger sitting there in front of the fire, wearing that ugly sweater and freshly washed hair. He found himself thinking he didn't want anyone else anymore. That she was imperfect but perfect for him.