She grabbed his hand.
"If you separate yourself from me, I won't be happy. If you die, I will be affected. Severely. I care about you, Draco! You can't keep denying it to yourself. And obviously you care about me too."
She kissed him.
"I don't mind being pulled into your hell if it means I can help you get to my heaven," she mumured
He looked at her and ran his hands through her hair. He gazed into her eyes and said, "Help me."
D.
She kissed him, running her hands through his hair, and he kissed her back. He could feel his heart mending, his happiness coming back, he was floating...
He bit her lip, asking for entrance, and she granted it. Their tongues danced and intricate dance, as if they were made for each other.
He pushed harder, scared she would run away, scared she would leave him dark and alone.
He could feel her beacon of light entering his dark universe, and it was taking over.
He couldn't help but smile a little through the kiss.
H.
She pulled away, her lips still inches from his.
"Did that help?" she murmured, breathlessly.
He nodded, smiling. She hugged him.
She could feel his despair and vulnerability and wanted to fix it, and was doing it in the only way she knew how: loving him.
"I hate you, you know that?" she said, laughing, reminiscing of their old times.
He laughed too. "I hate you too, Hermione."
...
She sat reading, with Draco's arm around her shoulder, her head resting on his chest, his head leaning against hers.
They cuddled for a long time, until, unwillingly, they separated and went to bed.
After an hour, Hermione crept into bed with Draco and snuggled up next to him. He held her close, kissing the top of her head, and they both fell asleep.
...
Hermione woke up to Draco's heartbeat. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Not tortured, not guarded- just himself.
She felt warm and happy when she was with him, unlike when she was with Ron, where they often fought, and the affection was purely platonic, really.
An owl flew through the window and landed by the bed. She took one of her arms away from Draco and opened the letter attached to its leg.
Dear Hermione,
I've realized the same thing. I do still love you, but that's just because we've been friends for so long. I think it is better this way.
I'm happy that you've found someone else, but if he hurts you I swear he will not live. I hope it's someone we like, and not some prick like Malfoy.
Hope to see you soon.
Still your friend,
Ron
She smiled sadly. How was she going to explain Draco to Harry and Ron? They hated him to the core; they were never going to accept him and her. She sighed sadly.
He kissed her cheek.
"What's wrong?" his caring smile filled her heart, knowing that he cared so much. She didn't hear him wake up.
"It's nothing," she said.
His brows furrowed in worry. "No, really, Hermione. Did Ron hurt you or something? I'll beat him up for you," he offered.
She laughed and tousled his hair affectionately.
"Who would've thought, a Malfoy with feelings."
He chuckled.
"No, it's just that, well...how are my friends going to take this?"
He thought silently, stroking her hair.
"I don't know. None of my friends really care about me, anyway. I don't know how Potter and Weasel think, so I couldn't tell you."
"Can you stop calling them by their last names? You're going to have to at least get to know them more, now that we're....together," she said, uncertainly. Did he want to be together?
"Yeah," he acquiesced vaguely.
She noticed he was staring at her.
"What?" she laughed, slapping his face slightly. "Don't you know it's rude to stare?"
"No, it's just...your eyes are beautiful."
"You're so cheesy," she laughed, kissing him on the cheek.
"Am not!" he retorted indignantly.
"Are too!" she chuckled, tickling him.
"Ah! Stop it!" he giggled, a wonderful sound.
She chased him out of his room, giggling.
D.
"No really, stop it!" he giggled again, still surprised at himself for being so happy. He grabbed her by the waist, twirling her in the air.
"Draco! Put me down!" she squealed.
He did, but not before kissing her softly.
She blushed.
"Am I making you blush, Granger?" he smirked arrogantly.
"Oh stop it!" she hit him lightly on the arm and kissed his forehead and turned away to her room.
"I'm going to shower," she called.
"Can I join?" he said after her.
She laughed again. "You're too much, Draco."
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