Dramione - Hate Is A Strong Word

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

~Draco’s POV~

      As my eyes adjusted to the morning light shining in the bedroom, I realised I was in Hermione’s room. Hermione was lay asleep, extremely close to me. Our foreheads were almost touching, her breath tickled my face each time she breathed out. Her hand gripped mine tightly. I smiled. I felt so happy. And so safe. I was lay so close to the most perfect person in the world. Life was bliss. Her eyes gradually opened and they focussed on me. I smiled. She smiled back and kept our faces close. The hand that wasn’t interlocked with mine, moved to stroke my cheek, she gently brushed the hair from my face. We both kept silent, communicating only with our eyes; hers, chocolate brown and full of compassion, swept me up and took me to an entirely different place. A safe one; one without fear and pain. A place full of warmth and love.

Eventually she pulled away. I didn’t move, I just laid still, trapped in my daze.

When I snapped back to reality, I realised Hermione was gone. I couldn’t be sure if it had been a dream. Jumping up, I headed for the bathroom, in search for her. I swung the door open, and to my relief I saw her standing in the middle of the bathroom, looking in the mirror.

But, all she was wearing was a towel, held up with a neat knot at the side. My head became hazy. I just stood there unable to move or form coherent sentences. She walked closer and closer to me with her head down.

“Errr…. Excuse me.” She said quietly. Coming out of my trance, I realised she wanted to get past me, to her bedroom.

“Oh. Right. Yeah. Sorry.” I edged out her way and she left.

The week passed by, with Hermione and myself, constantly, skirting round each other. I noticed her glancing at me a lot. Or maybe I was looking at her and she noticed me, I was not too sure which way round it was. In the Great Hall I would turn around to look across the hall to the Gryffindor table, just to see if she was there and alright, especially with Ron. However Ron was not usually there, and if he was, he kept his distance from Hermione. When I looked over at her, she was usually looking at me or felt my stare and glance up. We held eye contact for longer than normal, but it felt natural, good.

The same thing happened in class, when she finished her work ages before everyone else, obviously, she would stare subconsciously in my direction. Once, to get her out of her daze, I waved my hands about, but I knocked over the vial on the table and it fell to the floor shattering into a thousand pieces. I went completely red and muttered “Repairo” and the shards flew in reverse to form the previous shape of the vial. I then automatically looked up to Hermione, she was giggling at me. I fake scowled at her and mouthed ‘Shut up’, before bursting into fits of laughter with her.

And in the corridor, I was walking with my head down, trying to gain as little attention as possible, as usual. Until someone ran straight into me, knocking us both down. “Sorry” we said at the same time, then recognising each other’s voice, snapped our heads up to look at each other.

I smirked “Watch where you’re going next time, Granger.”

She played along, “I could tell you to do the same, Malfoy.”

“I know I’m gorgeous Granger, but you need to restrain yourself from throwing yourself at me, at every opportunity.”

“Ha, keep on dreaming Malfoy.” She laughed and smacked my arm lightly. I broke character too, and began laughing.

“No, but seriously, are you alright, did you hurt yourself?” I asked.

“No, I’m fine. You?” She replied.

“Well, my elbow hurts a bit.” I put on a sad, pouty face and rubbed my arm.

She automatically touched my arm and stroked it.

“Better?” she said coming closer to me.

“Much.” I whispered.

And then she dropped her eyes to the floor and muttered, “I… er… umm… I’ve got to get to the library. See you.” And she glided off, once again leaving me in her wake.