Dramione: Hermione+Draco pt.7

Dramione: Hermione + Draco

The Untold Story

During the week, she had a lot of time to think about something else while she was on bed rest in the infirmary. She still was in shock at the fact that Malfoy had not only brought her here, but had also been nice to her. Especially after their mini-fight in the Slytherin Common Room. Hermione had felt bad that he thought she was that evil but didn’t have the courage to really do anything about it. After all, he had said he would rather be left alone.

Another thing that was still boggling Hermione’s plenty filled mind, was the fact tat he had not called her Granger. In all of their seven years at Hogwarts he had never called her anything different. In turn she had never called him anything but Malfoy either. She was trying to tell herself that it was no big deal and calling her by her first name is what tons of people do. But the truth was that for Malfoy to call her that, WAS a big deal.

‘Maybe he really is trying to move on’, she thought, thinking about what he had told her in the Common Room. At that point Madame Pomfrey came bustling into the main room with another cup of tea.

“Glad to see that you are awake dear”, she said placing the cup on Hermiones bedside table. Also on the bedside table wa a large assortment of magical snacks, halfway eaten.

“Thanks for the tea Madame Pomfrey”, Hermione replied sipping the hot tea carefully. “Oh and thanks for the treats you leave each night”, she added quickly looking at her bedside table. Madame Pomfrey had nearly left the room but turned around and gave Hermione a puzzled look.

“I did not leave those there for you my dear. I would never encourage having snacks while someone is trying to heal. But for such a nice friend of yours I would allow it. Just this once though”, she added leaving the main room and closing the door to her office, leaving Hermione with her thoughts. Hermione frowned. The only person she could think who would leave her candy would be Harry, but he didn’t know anything about her accident. She had specifically asked that if Harry thought to come to the infirmary to see if she was there, to turn him away, saying she wasn’t. The only way he would no would be if Malfoy told him, and she knew that Malfoy wouldn’t ever talk to Harry voluntarily. ‘Malfoy’, she thought a chill running down her back. She felt her heart start to beat a little faster. He wouldn’t-no. No. She tried to convince herself that just because her was nice ONCE meant nothing. He hadn’t changed.

Either way, Hermione decided to force herself to stay up tonight so she could find out who was coming in to see her every night.

A couple of hours had passed and Hermiones eyelids were getting seriously hard to keep open. She had to constantly remind herself to stay awake and she hoped that her visitor would hurry up and visit her already. Her wish was granted ten minutes later when she heard the doorknob to the infirmary juggle open. She shut her eyes quickly as she heard footsteps approach the side of her bed. She willed her breathing to become steady so it looked as if she was asleep.

The person beside her was just standing there and Hermione felt their eyes on her and resisted the urge to look. ‘Why are you just standing there’, she wondered wishing there was something to tell her who it was.

The person moved and Hermione guessed they were scratching their head or something. She was instantly distracted when she smelled it. Fresh, clean, natural. ‘There is no way this is happening right now’, she thought, her heart racing. ‘There is absolutely no way that Draco Malfoy is standing here by my bed. This is too weird. What the heck if he doing here?” These thoughts raced through in her mind and she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

“I know you’re awake.” Hermiones eyes flew open to see Draco looking down on her, an amused look on his face. Her eyes widened in shock and her mouth hung open, speechless. His eyes bore into hers and she felt like she was having a heart attack.

“You are a bad pretender”, he laughed. Hermione was so in shock she couldn’t even describe it. He was laughing at her! Not in a mean way but truly laughing because he was…happy? Hermione couldn’t think of a time when he had laughed without it being malicious. She continued to lie there. Still speechless. He kneeled down and Hermione propped herself on her elbows, grateful that her limbs had decided to work again. They were eye to eye.

“Why-why.” Hermione couldn’t form a sentence. She was too busy being dumbfounded. This extremely handsome guy was coming in every night to check on her when he didn’t even really like her at all. ‘Whoa, extremely handsome? Why do these things continue to slip into my mind”, she thought.

“Because you want me here”, he answered, already knowing what she had been trying to ask. “You said so.” Hermione shook her head.

“No. I didn’t.” They were whispering as if sharing a secret.

“Yes. You did. You talk in your sleep. Unless you know another Draco beautiful eyes, floppy blond hair, and a sweet smell.” He put air quotations in the appropriate places. Hermione face felt like it was on fire and she turned a violent shade of red.

How is it possible that I said all of that? She was way, way beyond embarrassed. She didn’t even know what to say. Sure, she had bee thinking some of those things these past couple weeks but that certainly did not mean that she would actually be talking in her sleep about him. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t thought other males were attractive. And yet, she had never talked about any of them in her sleep. Her roommates had even said that she was the only one who didn’t toss and turn all night or snore of sleepwalk like the rest of them did. But why was she slowly becoming obsessed without even knowing it. Too weird.

“So, can I sit down? My knee got bashed in Quidditch practice and kneeling like this is killing me.” Hermione realized he was talking about next to her, in her bed. Uh. She swallowed a lump in her throat and said

“Yeah. Sorry.” Hermione scooted over and sat all the way up. Draco sat on the edge of the bed so one leg was hanging off.

“So are you feeling better”, he asked. Hermione nodded, still not completely sure as to why he was suddenly being so nice to her. “Look, I’m sorry I got snappy with you the other day. I am just tired of people judging me all the time.”

Was this an apology? Draco Malfoy was apologizing?

“Well, you haven’t exactly been the nicest person. Sometimes”, Hermione answered carefully. “You have been pretty mean all these years.” She hoped that he wouldn’t start yelling at her. Despite herself, she was actually enjoying him being here. She didn’t know why but she decided to leave her better judgment behind. She wanted to enjoy this…whatever it was.

Surprisingly, he laughed.

“Yeah, I know. But I don’t think I’m like that anymore. I mean, I am still me but with a lot less hate.”

“So. What now”, Hermione asked after a moment of silence. “Why are you being so…nice? At least why are you being so nice to me?”

“I honestly am not completely sure. I guess because I figure we could be friends. I mean, you’re a nerd just as much as I am.” He laughed again.

‘So much laughing coming from a person I haven’t even seen have a genuine smile.’ Hermione smiled; confused as to why she was really happy he had said that. ‘You are so hot. I want to know more about you. I cant just settle for being friends’, she thought, believing that her common sense had completely left her. When she looked at Draco’s face she saw he had a surprised look upon it. But then he kind of smiled while still looking quite surprised at her. ‘WAIT. I did only THINK that right’, she thought, going into hyperventilation mode. ‘I didn’t actually say that aloud did I?’ Only one way to find out.

“Um I said that last. Um, that last bit out loud didn’t I?” Draco nodded. GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH, was all that could run through her mind. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. I HAVE COMPLETELY LOST IT.

If Hermione thought that her face couldn’t get any redder, then she was truly, truly wrong. She was finding it hard to breath. She herself was confused about these weird feelings. She definitely didn’t need HIM knowing about them.

“Uh. Hermione”, Draco interrupted her mental breakdown and she realized she had just sat there twitching in silence for a minute or so. “I have to get to my dormitories. But I’ll see you tomorrow. You’ll be in class right?” Hermione barely managed to nod. Draco squeezed her hand before getting up to leave, which caused Hermione’s brain to completely stop functioning. Her walked to the door and opened it. Before stepping out her looked back at her and said

“O and by the way. I think your pretty hot too.” He winked, and the he was gone, leaving Hermione more confused and embarrassed then ever.