Breaking Through - A Dramione Love Story
written by Elizabeth Black
Draco and Hermione are back for an 8th year at Hogwarts, but little do they know how confusing their life is going to get! Will they survive the confusion of losses, friends, and new romance? And if they do, will everyone take it so gracefully? *not complete* Preview: “Um... Malfoy? I need to get into this compartment. I’m the head girl,” she says this with a proud glint in her eye and a smirk. “Well, you're in luck Granger!” I say sarcastically lifting her trunk and owl up into the compartment, “I’m the head boy.”
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05/31/21
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The Kiss - Hermione P.O.V
Chapter 17
I wait about 15 minutes before heading up the stairs to the 7th floor, giving Dr- Malfoy, time to settle down from his... tantrum in the kitchens.
When I get up to the dorm, I find Malfoy asleep on the armchair furthest away from the fire. I summon a blanket and tuck it around him. He stirs, and I shush him, but he still wakes up, peeking one eye open.
“‘Lo,” he says sleepily, catching my eye and then realizing it was me, “Um... sorry about earlier, I just...”
“It’s fine.” I interrupt him, placing my hand on his lips. Wait, what? I start to tremble, but I don’t move it. Malfoy rests his warm hand on my wrist and removes my hand gently, gradually leaning closer and closer as he moves my hand back to my side. My breath hitches in my throat as his forehead comes to rest against mine. He gingerly leans forward and places a kiss on my lips. I am in shock but respond with a swift but gentle peck back.
He must just then realize what he just did, because he jumps out of the chair and looks down at me, dumbfounded. I am quite as stunned as him, though I definitely see a different kind of spark in his eye than mine.
“I, you, we...” he stammers, looking mostly disgusted. Then he starts shaking and rubs his temples, "I just kissed a mudblood. I just kissed-what did she feed me?"
I react with the same amount of disgust, recoiling as I just relive the moment we just shared. And I made the freaking first move! After just a day... 2? 3? Of knowing "new and improved" Malfoy. What the h*ll have I turned into?
“Granger!” He says, shaking me out of my looming pit of ominous thoughts. “I said, that didn’t mean anything did it?”
“What? N-no of course not!” I say, almost repulsively, “Why would it?” He looks at me a little bit of hurt flickering in his eyes at the sharpness of my tone. I truly try, really, I do, but I can’t.
“Why do you think I would ever kiss a pureblood, worthless, Slytherin git?” My voice is rising in both volume and sharpness as I rant on, already out of breath. “I would never sink that low, ever. Of course, it doesn’t bloody well mean anything! How could it ever? Why would you even think- what the h*ll Malfoy? I thought we were actually getting along. Now, this huge mistake comes in and ruins it!” My shrill scream has become mirthless as I continue, resembling the laugh I had uttered a couple of days ago, shattering our world temporarily. “And don’t even try to blame me. I won’t blame you, as long as this freaking thing doesn’t happen again!!! Got it?”
“Yeah” Malfoy breaths, not even attempting to soothe the girl standing in front of him. The familiar blush was creeping up his neck again, and he almost put his hand over it to stop it. Almost. Then he doesn’t and lets his hand hang limply beside him as he stares at Hermione. He was done being in denial. Somehow, in the past 48 or so hours, Granger had made him fall in love. And this was not good. Not good at all.
When I get up to the dorm, I find Malfoy asleep on the armchair furthest away from the fire. I summon a blanket and tuck it around him. He stirs, and I shush him, but he still wakes up, peeking one eye open.
“‘Lo,” he says sleepily, catching my eye and then realizing it was me, “Um... sorry about earlier, I just...”
“It’s fine.” I interrupt him, placing my hand on his lips. Wait, what? I start to tremble, but I don’t move it. Malfoy rests his warm hand on my wrist and removes my hand gently, gradually leaning closer and closer as he moves my hand back to my side. My breath hitches in my throat as his forehead comes to rest against mine. He gingerly leans forward and places a kiss on my lips. I am in shock but respond with a swift but gentle peck back.
He must just then realize what he just did, because he jumps out of the chair and looks down at me, dumbfounded. I am quite as stunned as him, though I definitely see a different kind of spark in his eye than mine.
“I, you, we...” he stammers, looking mostly disgusted. Then he starts shaking and rubs his temples, "I just kissed a mudblood. I just kissed-what did she feed me?"
I react with the same amount of disgust, recoiling as I just relive the moment we just shared. And I made the freaking first move! After just a day... 2? 3? Of knowing "new and improved" Malfoy. What the h*ll have I turned into?
“Granger!” He says, shaking me out of my looming pit of ominous thoughts. “I said, that didn’t mean anything did it?”
“What? N-no of course not!” I say, almost repulsively, “Why would it?” He looks at me a little bit of hurt flickering in his eyes at the sharpness of my tone. I truly try, really, I do, but I can’t.
“Why do you think I would ever kiss a pureblood, worthless, Slytherin git?” My voice is rising in both volume and sharpness as I rant on, already out of breath. “I would never sink that low, ever. Of course, it doesn’t bloody well mean anything! How could it ever? Why would you even think- what the h*ll Malfoy? I thought we were actually getting along. Now, this huge mistake comes in and ruins it!” My shrill scream has become mirthless as I continue, resembling the laugh I had uttered a couple of days ago, shattering our world temporarily. “And don’t even try to blame me. I won’t blame you, as long as this freaking thing doesn’t happen again!!! Got it?”
“Yeah” Malfoy breaths, not even attempting to soothe the girl standing in front of him. The familiar blush was creeping up his neck again, and he almost put his hand over it to stop it. Almost. Then he doesn’t and lets his hand hang limply beside him as he stares at Hermione. He was done being in denial. Somehow, in the past 48 or so hours, Granger had made him fall in love. And this was not good. Not good at all.
