A fanfic I wrote with the help of some random person on Omegle.
Hermione sat on the couch in her half of the Heads Common Room, a book propped in her lap and a mug of tea in her hands. It was only five in the morning, but Hermione had woken up early to start on some homework she had finished the night before. Of course after doing twenty minutes of homework, there way no way in the world she was able to go back to sleep. She was thinking about whether or not she wanted to go get more tea when she heard another door open. She looked up, catching a tired looking Draco Malfoy wandering through to get to the bathroom. She didn't say anything, wandering if he would notice her.
Draco strolled through the room, barely nodding to acknowledge Hermione as he entered the bathroom. Having finished, he sat back in the large wingback chair in his own half of the Heads Common Room and put his feet up on the upholstered footrest in front of him.
"Burning the midnight oil?" He asked Hermione. Hermione watched him with mild curioisty, nodding at his question. She shifted in her nest of blankets, snuggiling down deeper into them.
"You look sweet in all those blankets." He said to her. She smiles back, with wide curious eyes. "Don't look so shocked," He said, leaning forwards and grinning. "I can be nice when I so choose."
"That's surprising." Hermione teased, setting her tea down on the coffee table.
"Is it now." Draco looked thoughtful, even sad. "I'm not really that monster. You know that, right?" She stared at him and nodded once. "The boy who calls you a mudblood, you know that's not me. You know that's never... I've never really thought that. You know that, right?" She nodded again. "I don't want you to think I'm sick or twisted. Because honestly, I respect you so much and everything you've accomplished at this school. You're the best witch here in so many ways, and I'm so... angry that it's taken me so long to forget my father's teachings and figure that out."
She listened to him, nodding and smiling softly. "Thank you." She said shyly, looking down at her fingers.
Draco paused. After opening his heart he had no idea what to do next. Hermione set her book down and stood, gesturing for him to do the same. He stood slowly, wondering what Hermione wanted. Drawn up to his full height he was about 4 inches taller than her, the perfect height in his opinion.
She walked forward, wrapping her arms around him slowly. He hesitated a moment, then hugged her back; his hands were linked together at the small of her back and he carefully leant his face into her hair, letting her smell fill his nose. Since she was much shorter then Draco was, she was only able to rest her head against his chest as he hugged her back. She stayed there for a few moments, just hugging him tightly.
Draco was delicate around her; he wanted any time with her to be perfect. The confident persona he wore around school fell away when he was with Hermione; she saw through it to the core of him. So he was slow and slightly scared as he pulled his face back and lifted her chin to kiss her.
Hermione looked up as he tugged her chin up, her eyes going wide as she realized what he was about to do. There was no way in hell she could kiss him now, especially when she was having such difficulity with Ron getting to trust her by herself with him. Even thought she wanted desperately to kiss him, she knew it would go horribly wrong if someone found out. She she pulled away carefully, biting at her lower lip as she looked down at the floor.
Draco's face was calm, even though the Earth was crashing down around him. Reality had set in and he realised that this, she ad him, would never work. But oh how he wanted it to...
"I'm sorry," He said. "I thought you wanted this..."
Hermione looked up at him, swallowing harshly. "You have nothing to be sorry for." She smiled softly, then glanced at the clock. "My rounds begin in twenty minutes.. I'll see you later, alright?" She smiled again before turning towards her bedroom, swearing under her breath as she shut the doro behind her.
Draco watched her go, heartbroken. He wondered if she wanted him to ask her to stay...
"Wait!" He said, somewhere between normal volume and a shout.
Hermione turned at his shout, her eyebrows raised. "Yes?" She asked softly.
"I-" Draco swore in his head. Why did he ask her to stay when he had no idea what he wanted to say? "Um, why, er, why don't we just sit and talk for a while, you know, before your rounds start? I don't really know you that well, it would be nice to hear a little more about your life."
Hermione thought for a moment, sadness tugging at her heart. "I actually had a few things to do before my rounds start.. So I can't really stay." She said, looking at her feet. She didn't mention those things were having to drop by the owlery and send Harry and Ron letters, like she did everyday before her rounds started.
"Oh, that's okay." Draco said with a dry mouth and a weak smile. "I guess I'll see you later then." He turned quickly on one foot and walked purposefully towards the door.
A small smile tugged at her mouth as she walked back to her room, shutting the door softly behind her. She started to get undressed slowly, then went to her closet, looking for fresh clothes.
Draco sat on his bed, wondering about Hermione. How close her soft lips had been to hers, mere inches! If only he wasn't so scared. His mind was filled with her scent, her delightful quirks and beautiful eyes. He wanted to kiss her so badly, just to show her she was loved. And perhaps to know that he was loved right back.
But it was hopeless. She'd been perfectly clear that Ron came first. That was the most heartbreaking part, because she deserved someone like Ron. Someone consistent, someone who was the same with her as with everyone else. If only he was a Gryffindor, he could renounce his father and live as he wanted, live with the morals he'd created for himself. He was not the same person that the sorting hat had met.