Mistaken - jaded_icy_rose
Title: Mistaken
Author: Raven aka jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Six: The aftermath of Ron finding out about Draco and Hermione, all while Draco and Hermione grow closer.
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don’t own them. If I did, I really wouldn’t have to worry about paying for college and my books…and Draco would be in my room ^_^
A/N: Technically a 'Halloween' update - consider it my candy for all the Trick-or-Treat people ^_^ Lol. Enjoy
Harry stared blankly at Ron as he listened to his best friend, wondering what had happened between him and Hermione that had Ron so enraged. He wasn’t sure he could really understand Ron as it was - he was slurring as if he was drunk.
It didn’t make any sense what Ron had stumbled in yelling anyway. Harry grabbed a glass of water for his friend who was lying on the couch, about ready to pass out. He pushed Ron up, forcing his friend to wake up.
“Ron, listen to me mate. You need to drink some water, if not you’re going to be sick.” He told him, holding the glass out for him.
“No. Who needsa drink water. Not me.” Ron mumbled. His eyes started shutting and passing out on Harry’s shoulder before Harry pushed him off the couch. Ron hit the floor with a rough thud and smacked his face with his hand.
“Ron, you either get your ass up off that floor and you start drinking water or I’m leaving. I’ll leave you here to just be on your own.” Harry threatened. He knew that it wasn’t what Ron needed but he’d gotten sick of it. It annoyed him to see Ron doing what he had been with Hermione and then going home to Susan.
“Why are you yelling at me Harry? I’m not the one that’s fucking a Malfoy.” Ron said, slowly trying to stand up on his feet. Ron let his eyes blink a couple more times before he even tried looking towards Harry. When he did, he smirked, “That’s right Harry. Our little Hermione’s gone and decided to join none other than Draco Malfoy in bed.”
“How the hell could you possibly know that?” Harry demanded, grabbing ahold of Ron’s arm, almost catching him off balance. He forced Ron’s face up as he let it fall, trying to keep from looking at Harry in the eyes.
“I saw it.” Harry tightened his grip. “Hey, what the bloody hell did I do to you?”
“No. You tell me how the hell you know it. I know that you haven’t seen Hermione actually doing that with Malfoy.” He growled grabbing Ron’s shirt. “Tell me now.”
Ron shrugged and pushed Harry, trying to get him to move away from him. When he did it, Ron started walking towards the door, trying to find the fireplace. “I found out because she dumped me tonight for that damn bouncing ferret.” Ron told him.
“Broke up with you? Ron. You were never together, mate.” Harry caught Ron before he fell, making sure his head didn’t connect with the table. “Look, you’ve gotta be wrong, she might’ve just used Malfoy in order to get you to focus on your own marriage.” Ron laughed as he turned over onto his back as he laid on the floor and Harry stood above him.
“Wow, you really think that you know her.” Ron shook his head, “Not a clue. That’s what you have about Hermione. Not a damn clue.” He sat up slowly, “I saw ‘em kissin’ Harry.” Ron looked up towards his friend, shaking his head as he tried to take a drink from the glass of water Harry had left for him. “He was about to hit me with an Unforgivable Spell, and his wand was positioned at my throat and then she kissed him.”
“Maybe she was trying to keep Draco from cursing you.” Harry suggested, grabbing his coat as he walked towards the front door. It took Ron a moment before he noticed that Harry was planning on leaving. He got to his feet, grabbing Harry’s arm as he grabbed another bottle of vodka. Harry glared at the bottle. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?” He growled. Ron looked down towards the drink and then back at Harry.
“No.” He put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “Listen, you. You gotta help me with ‘Mione. She shouldn’t be with a Malfoy.” He stumbled and used Harry to keep his balance. “She can’t be with him and actually enjoy it. You know that much, Harry.” Harry stopped a moment to look at Ron and then back towards the door as he wrapped his hand around the doorknob.
“How could you possibly know what Hermione is thinking or even feeling Ron? If you gave a damn then you’d know what you were doing with her had been hurting her.” Harry stated, turning back towards Ron he grabbed his arm and the picture that Ron had of him and Susan on the fireplace. “Do you even see this woman that you’ve promised to marry?” He demanded.
“Of course I see her, that’s Susan.” Ron informed him.
“Oh, well isn’t that great for you, Ron. Tell me something right now, how would you feel if I did this to Ginny?” Harry watched as fury entered Ron’s eyes and his best mate grabbed his shirt and jacket and slammed Harry up against the wall.
“If you ever did something like that I swear to God I’d bloody kill you, Harry.” Ron growled. Harry pushed Ron off of him.
“Then why are you doing it to Susan?” He asked, the pain of seeing his friend ruining his life all for what he thought was going to be a good time.
“Because,” Ron began, taking the cap off of the bottle, “Because I can’t just stand here and watch as Hermione is alone. I loved her.”
“But you don’t anymore…” Harry finished.
“No. No I don’t. But that isn’t the damn point, Harry!” Ron yelled out, grabbing a small glass figurine as he threw it against the wall.
“Then what is the damn point, Ron? To have everything and not give up a single thing? I hate to tell you this mate, but Hermione isn’t yours. She never will be. And besides that, tell me why would you give up what you have with Susan?” Ron didn’t answer him, he just took another drink. “It’s stupidity, Ron. It doesn’t matter if Hermione is or isn’t sleeping with Draco Malfoy. What matters is you have a woman that loves you and you’re being a fucking idiot!” Harry growled.
“So what. It doesn’t matter to you anyway…” Ron drawled. Harry felt his fist clench, turning back to the door, he grabbed the doorknob again.
“Ron. Do me a favor.” He started, turning to look over his shoulder as Ron took a long gulp from the vodka in his hand, and Harry winced, as he knew the familiar burn that Ron felt from the liquid.
“Yeah, mate?”
“Don’t call me until you sober up and you plan on spending the rest of your life with Susan, like you promised to her.” Harry opened the door, zipping his jacket up as he turned away from his friend and walked out of the door. Ron watched the door shut and he looked down at the bottle he held in his hand.
As he heard the door click, he felt his grip go and let the bottle fall to the ground and shatter.
~*~
Draco knew that the kiss between him and Hermione was for a reason. What the reason was, he didn’t really know but he was determined to find out why she had done it. It annoyed him as he sat in the café across from her as they ate lunch. For some reason, he hadn’t wanted to leave her side and the look on her face after Ron had left and called her nothing but a whore that was insulting the memory of all their dead friends made him think of how hurt she must really be. It didn’t seem to matter to her that Weasel had really just turned against her for everything she’d done.
And the stupidity of it all?
She’d done it for him.
It annoyed Draco to know that Hermione was such a loyal friend, but that all came with the fact that she had been sorted into Gryffindor. He looked towards her, staring at her as she finished eating the last of her sandwich. She met his gaze and he didn’t shy away from looking at her, if she wasn’t comfortable with his eyes on her by now, they’d have to work on it more.
“Why did you kiss me?” He asked.
Hermione took the time finishing her drink as she sucked through the straw, her gaze just peering at him over the edge of the glass. He raised a brow and reached out, pulling it away from her as she finished taking a sip. She sighed.
“Huh?” She murmured.
“Why did you kiss me?” He repeated.
Hermione sighed, crossing her arms as she turned away and looked down. It was obvious to Draco that she didn’t want to answer his question, but it only made him want to try harder to get her to tell him. When they stood up, he took ahold of her hand and pulled her out of the café.
“Where are we going Draco?” She asked, feeling like her arm was about to be pulled out of its socket. He turned towards her, pulling her back into the crowded street of Diagon Alley and he looked around.
“Once you answer my questions, then I’ll answer yours.” He murmured, pulling her towards the entrance to Knockturn Alley. Hermione frowned as she looked down and tilted her head as she looked around the alley that seemed much darker than Diagon Alley had.
“Draco, what are we doing here?” Draco turned to her and smirked.
“I have to pick something up.” He retorted as he pulled her closer to him and walked into one of the nearest potion supply shops that was in Knockturn. Letting go of her hand, Draco walked off to talk with the owner of the shop as he left Hermione to figure out what was scattered around the room.
Glass vials were everywhere and Hermione flinched as she reached out to touch one and accidentally knocked a couple down. Luckily, they had been covered. She sighed as she shivered just a little. Knockturn Alley seemed to have a dark feeling that surrounded her and made her feel just a little colder. It wasn’t until two warm hands wrapped around her shoulders that Hermione felt much of anything.
“Got what I needed.” Draco murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Now, tell me why you kissed me in front of Weasel.” He whispered as he held her tightly against his body. She could feel him from behind as he pressed his hips against her own. She closed her eyes.
“I couldn’t let you kill Ron.” She replied, entwining her fingers with his.
“You couldn’t let me kill the Weasel?” He repeated, pressing their bodies closer again, “Or is it because you wanted him to stop thinking about you - and because you had been wanting me since we walked into that club?” Hermione didn’t answer as she looked back towards him.
“Why are you asking me all this?” Draco laughed a bit as he let go of her and walked towards the entrance to the store.
“Because, I was curious, and besides that…I wanted to see if I could get you to at least admit that you have some sort of attraction to me.” He watched her carefully as she walked towards him and found herself pinned between him and the doorframe. Draco grinned slowly and let his hand wander as it traveled between her thighs. He smirked as Hermione’s breath quickened. “See, the thought of me being inside of you…makes you wet. I can tell.” He murmured his lips just barely touching hers.
“Draco,” Hermione whimpered a bit, making Draco’s smirk widen.
“Just tell me if you’re attracted to me or not. I think my answer is obvious…” Draco replied, pressing his body against hers as his knee separated her thighs as he pushed his hips against hers. Hermione bit her lip and Draco pressed his against hers, sliding his tongue between her lips for a brief moment as his hand traveled up her back, under her shirt. “Tell me.” He demanded.
“Fine.” Hermione admitted. “Fine. I’m attracted to you Draco.” She said softly, “I can’t get you out of my system and dammit it pisses me off.” Draco pulled away from her just as he had leaned in for a kiss, only frustrating Hermione more.
“Good. Because then we’re even.” He admitted, taking her hand as he pulled her out of the story. Looking around, he smiled a bit as he noticed some of the shops still had some costumes. He tilted his head as he looked towards her. “You do realize that tonight is Halloween, don’t you?” He asked her.
“Of course I know it’s Halloween,” Hermione retorted, looking up towards the shop that Draco was looking at. She bit the inside of her cheek, wondering what he was thinking. She dug her free hand into her pocket in order to curb the impulse of running her fingers through his blonde hair that fell across his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Hermione frowned a moment as she met Draco’s gaze as he looked down at her. His gaze was filled with lust, but something else as he pulled her further down into the depths of Knockturn Alley. Hermione shivered a bit.
“What are you scared of, Granger?”
“Nothing. There’s just nothing cheerful about this place.” She told him, following him as she looked over his shoulder to see many of the shops to be closed and boarded up. “Why do these stores not have anything in it?”
“People are in there, you just have to know what you were looking for.” He stopped and then pulled her down one of the sides streets. The stopped at a small store that seemed no bigger than the size of a horse when you looked at it from the outside, Hermione raised a brow as Draco stopped and reached for the door.
“What’s in there?”
“What I’m looking for, Granger.” Draco pulled her into shop and immediately let go of her hand. Hermione took a deep breath in to smell the scent of freshly baked pastries and sweets. She grinned and licked her lips as she looked around. Stopping a moment, she noticed a room off to the side.
Walking down there, she grinned slowly as she noticed the room was filled with muggle costumes. She wasn’t sure whether or not to laugh or be afraid of the fact that a room like this existed in Knockturn Alley. As she shuffled through each one she noticed that many of them she had seen around the malls that she shopped in so often back at home. Tilting her head to the side she found one that was a cop, and a slow smile came across her face.
She could use that with Draco.
Shaking her head, Hermione let a deep sigh out as she pulled away from the costumes and turned back towards the main part of the store, walking back towards Draco. Taking his hand, she wrapped it around her waist, something she had become comfortable with. Draco glanced down at her.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” She asked, wondering herself where the attitude towards Draco had gone. In its place had come actual caring, and almost a sense of companionship.
But that was the last thing she wanted him to know.
Draco smiled a bit as he looked towards Hermione, someone who looked like he fit on his arm. He laughed a moment as he thought of her in the back of his mind, having a place by his side. Draco tightened his arm around her for a moment before he smirked down at her.
“Yeah. I did.” He replied. Shaking off the thought of having Hermione at his side was something that wasn’t going to happen. Or even be allowed. Thinking that he wanted her there was something Draco almost found comforting.
But he’d never let her find out.
Author: Raven aka jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Six: The aftermath of Ron finding out about Draco and Hermione, all while Draco and Hermione grow closer.
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don’t own them. If I did, I really wouldn’t have to worry about paying for college and my books…and Draco would be in my room ^_^
A/N: Technically a 'Halloween' update - consider it my candy for all the Trick-or-Treat people ^_^ Lol. Enjoy
Harry stared blankly at Ron as he listened to his best friend, wondering what had happened between him and Hermione that had Ron so enraged. He wasn’t sure he could really understand Ron as it was - he was slurring as if he was drunk.
It didn’t make any sense what Ron had stumbled in yelling anyway. Harry grabbed a glass of water for his friend who was lying on the couch, about ready to pass out. He pushed Ron up, forcing his friend to wake up.
“Ron, listen to me mate. You need to drink some water, if not you’re going to be sick.” He told him, holding the glass out for him.
“No. Who needsa drink water. Not me.” Ron mumbled. His eyes started shutting and passing out on Harry’s shoulder before Harry pushed him off the couch. Ron hit the floor with a rough thud and smacked his face with his hand.
“Ron, you either get your ass up off that floor and you start drinking water or I’m leaving. I’ll leave you here to just be on your own.” Harry threatened. He knew that it wasn’t what Ron needed but he’d gotten sick of it. It annoyed him to see Ron doing what he had been with Hermione and then going home to Susan.
“Why are you yelling at me Harry? I’m not the one that’s fucking a Malfoy.” Ron said, slowly trying to stand up on his feet. Ron let his eyes blink a couple more times before he even tried looking towards Harry. When he did, he smirked, “That’s right Harry. Our little Hermione’s gone and decided to join none other than Draco Malfoy in bed.”
“How the hell could you possibly know that?” Harry demanded, grabbing ahold of Ron’s arm, almost catching him off balance. He forced Ron’s face up as he let it fall, trying to keep from looking at Harry in the eyes.
“I saw it.” Harry tightened his grip. “Hey, what the bloody hell did I do to you?”
“No. You tell me how the hell you know it. I know that you haven’t seen Hermione actually doing that with Malfoy.” He growled grabbing Ron’s shirt. “Tell me now.”
Ron shrugged and pushed Harry, trying to get him to move away from him. When he did it, Ron started walking towards the door, trying to find the fireplace. “I found out because she dumped me tonight for that damn bouncing ferret.” Ron told him.
“Broke up with you? Ron. You were never together, mate.” Harry caught Ron before he fell, making sure his head didn’t connect with the table. “Look, you’ve gotta be wrong, she might’ve just used Malfoy in order to get you to focus on your own marriage.” Ron laughed as he turned over onto his back as he laid on the floor and Harry stood above him.
“Wow, you really think that you know her.” Ron shook his head, “Not a clue. That’s what you have about Hermione. Not a damn clue.” He sat up slowly, “I saw ‘em kissin’ Harry.” Ron looked up towards his friend, shaking his head as he tried to take a drink from the glass of water Harry had left for him. “He was about to hit me with an Unforgivable Spell, and his wand was positioned at my throat and then she kissed him.”
“Maybe she was trying to keep Draco from cursing you.” Harry suggested, grabbing his coat as he walked towards the front door. It took Ron a moment before he noticed that Harry was planning on leaving. He got to his feet, grabbing Harry’s arm as he grabbed another bottle of vodka. Harry glared at the bottle. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?” He growled. Ron looked down towards the drink and then back at Harry.
“No.” He put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “Listen, you. You gotta help me with ‘Mione. She shouldn’t be with a Malfoy.” He stumbled and used Harry to keep his balance. “She can’t be with him and actually enjoy it. You know that much, Harry.” Harry stopped a moment to look at Ron and then back towards the door as he wrapped his hand around the doorknob.
“How could you possibly know what Hermione is thinking or even feeling Ron? If you gave a damn then you’d know what you were doing with her had been hurting her.” Harry stated, turning back towards Ron he grabbed his arm and the picture that Ron had of him and Susan on the fireplace. “Do you even see this woman that you’ve promised to marry?” He demanded.
“Of course I see her, that’s Susan.” Ron informed him.
“Oh, well isn’t that great for you, Ron. Tell me something right now, how would you feel if I did this to Ginny?” Harry watched as fury entered Ron’s eyes and his best mate grabbed his shirt and jacket and slammed Harry up against the wall.
“If you ever did something like that I swear to God I’d bloody kill you, Harry.” Ron growled. Harry pushed Ron off of him.
“Then why are you doing it to Susan?” He asked, the pain of seeing his friend ruining his life all for what he thought was going to be a good time.
“Because,” Ron began, taking the cap off of the bottle, “Because I can’t just stand here and watch as Hermione is alone. I loved her.”
“But you don’t anymore…” Harry finished.
“No. No I don’t. But that isn’t the damn point, Harry!” Ron yelled out, grabbing a small glass figurine as he threw it against the wall.
“Then what is the damn point, Ron? To have everything and not give up a single thing? I hate to tell you this mate, but Hermione isn’t yours. She never will be. And besides that, tell me why would you give up what you have with Susan?” Ron didn’t answer him, he just took another drink. “It’s stupidity, Ron. It doesn’t matter if Hermione is or isn’t sleeping with Draco Malfoy. What matters is you have a woman that loves you and you’re being a fucking idiot!” Harry growled.
“So what. It doesn’t matter to you anyway…” Ron drawled. Harry felt his fist clench, turning back to the door, he grabbed the doorknob again.
“Ron. Do me a favor.” He started, turning to look over his shoulder as Ron took a long gulp from the vodka in his hand, and Harry winced, as he knew the familiar burn that Ron felt from the liquid.
“Yeah, mate?”
“Don’t call me until you sober up and you plan on spending the rest of your life with Susan, like you promised to her.” Harry opened the door, zipping his jacket up as he turned away from his friend and walked out of the door. Ron watched the door shut and he looked down at the bottle he held in his hand.
As he heard the door click, he felt his grip go and let the bottle fall to the ground and shatter.
~*~
Draco knew that the kiss between him and Hermione was for a reason. What the reason was, he didn’t really know but he was determined to find out why she had done it. It annoyed him as he sat in the café across from her as they ate lunch. For some reason, he hadn’t wanted to leave her side and the look on her face after Ron had left and called her nothing but a whore that was insulting the memory of all their dead friends made him think of how hurt she must really be. It didn’t seem to matter to her that Weasel had really just turned against her for everything she’d done.
And the stupidity of it all?
She’d done it for him.
It annoyed Draco to know that Hermione was such a loyal friend, but that all came with the fact that she had been sorted into Gryffindor. He looked towards her, staring at her as she finished eating the last of her sandwich. She met his gaze and he didn’t shy away from looking at her, if she wasn’t comfortable with his eyes on her by now, they’d have to work on it more.
“Why did you kiss me?” He asked.
Hermione took the time finishing her drink as she sucked through the straw, her gaze just peering at him over the edge of the glass. He raised a brow and reached out, pulling it away from her as she finished taking a sip. She sighed.
“Huh?” She murmured.
“Why did you kiss me?” He repeated.
Hermione sighed, crossing her arms as she turned away and looked down. It was obvious to Draco that she didn’t want to answer his question, but it only made him want to try harder to get her to tell him. When they stood up, he took ahold of her hand and pulled her out of the café.
“Where are we going Draco?” She asked, feeling like her arm was about to be pulled out of its socket. He turned towards her, pulling her back into the crowded street of Diagon Alley and he looked around.
“Once you answer my questions, then I’ll answer yours.” He murmured, pulling her towards the entrance to Knockturn Alley. Hermione frowned as she looked down and tilted her head as she looked around the alley that seemed much darker than Diagon Alley had.
“Draco, what are we doing here?” Draco turned to her and smirked.
“I have to pick something up.” He retorted as he pulled her closer to him and walked into one of the nearest potion supply shops that was in Knockturn. Letting go of her hand, Draco walked off to talk with the owner of the shop as he left Hermione to figure out what was scattered around the room.
Glass vials were everywhere and Hermione flinched as she reached out to touch one and accidentally knocked a couple down. Luckily, they had been covered. She sighed as she shivered just a little. Knockturn Alley seemed to have a dark feeling that surrounded her and made her feel just a little colder. It wasn’t until two warm hands wrapped around her shoulders that Hermione felt much of anything.
“Got what I needed.” Draco murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Now, tell me why you kissed me in front of Weasel.” He whispered as he held her tightly against his body. She could feel him from behind as he pressed his hips against her own. She closed her eyes.
“I couldn’t let you kill Ron.” She replied, entwining her fingers with his.
“You couldn’t let me kill the Weasel?” He repeated, pressing their bodies closer again, “Or is it because you wanted him to stop thinking about you - and because you had been wanting me since we walked into that club?” Hermione didn’t answer as she looked back towards him.
“Why are you asking me all this?” Draco laughed a bit as he let go of her and walked towards the entrance to the store.
“Because, I was curious, and besides that…I wanted to see if I could get you to at least admit that you have some sort of attraction to me.” He watched her carefully as she walked towards him and found herself pinned between him and the doorframe. Draco grinned slowly and let his hand wander as it traveled between her thighs. He smirked as Hermione’s breath quickened. “See, the thought of me being inside of you…makes you wet. I can tell.” He murmured his lips just barely touching hers.
“Draco,” Hermione whimpered a bit, making Draco’s smirk widen.
“Just tell me if you’re attracted to me or not. I think my answer is obvious…” Draco replied, pressing his body against hers as his knee separated her thighs as he pushed his hips against hers. Hermione bit her lip and Draco pressed his against hers, sliding his tongue between her lips for a brief moment as his hand traveled up her back, under her shirt. “Tell me.” He demanded.
“Fine.” Hermione admitted. “Fine. I’m attracted to you Draco.” She said softly, “I can’t get you out of my system and dammit it pisses me off.” Draco pulled away from her just as he had leaned in for a kiss, only frustrating Hermione more.
“Good. Because then we’re even.” He admitted, taking her hand as he pulled her out of the story. Looking around, he smiled a bit as he noticed some of the shops still had some costumes. He tilted his head as he looked towards her. “You do realize that tonight is Halloween, don’t you?” He asked her.
“Of course I know it’s Halloween,” Hermione retorted, looking up towards the shop that Draco was looking at. She bit the inside of her cheek, wondering what he was thinking. She dug her free hand into her pocket in order to curb the impulse of running her fingers through his blonde hair that fell across his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Hermione frowned a moment as she met Draco’s gaze as he looked down at her. His gaze was filled with lust, but something else as he pulled her further down into the depths of Knockturn Alley. Hermione shivered a bit.
“What are you scared of, Granger?”
“Nothing. There’s just nothing cheerful about this place.” She told him, following him as she looked over his shoulder to see many of the shops to be closed and boarded up. “Why do these stores not have anything in it?”
“People are in there, you just have to know what you were looking for.” He stopped and then pulled her down one of the sides streets. The stopped at a small store that seemed no bigger than the size of a horse when you looked at it from the outside, Hermione raised a brow as Draco stopped and reached for the door.
“What’s in there?”
“What I’m looking for, Granger.” Draco pulled her into shop and immediately let go of her hand. Hermione took a deep breath in to smell the scent of freshly baked pastries and sweets. She grinned and licked her lips as she looked around. Stopping a moment, she noticed a room off to the side.
Walking down there, she grinned slowly as she noticed the room was filled with muggle costumes. She wasn’t sure whether or not to laugh or be afraid of the fact that a room like this existed in Knockturn Alley. As she shuffled through each one she noticed that many of them she had seen around the malls that she shopped in so often back at home. Tilting her head to the side she found one that was a cop, and a slow smile came across her face.
She could use that with Draco.
Shaking her head, Hermione let a deep sigh out as she pulled away from the costumes and turned back towards the main part of the store, walking back towards Draco. Taking his hand, she wrapped it around her waist, something she had become comfortable with. Draco glanced down at her.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” She asked, wondering herself where the attitude towards Draco had gone. In its place had come actual caring, and almost a sense of companionship.
But that was the last thing she wanted him to know.
Draco smiled a bit as he looked towards Hermione, someone who looked like he fit on his arm. He laughed a moment as he thought of her in the back of his mind, having a place by his side. Draco tightened his arm around her for a moment before he smirked down at her.
“Yeah. I did.” He replied. Shaking off the thought of having Hermione at his side was something that wasn’t going to happen. Or even be allowed. Thinking that he wanted her there was something Draco almost found comforting.
But he’d never let her find out.