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.”
Last Updated
05/31/21
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What is Love, Anyway? - Draco P.O.V
Chapter 18
The shock from kissing Granger, letting down my guard, and then having her get that mad was just too much.
This was bad. So bad. I had let myself break through the barrier I had put up for myself and once I broke it, I couldn't go back. I could be in denial all I wanted, but nothing was going to take that back, ever.
I kicked my door open and sunk down onto my bed, rubbing my temples furiously, trying to get rid of the headache and confusion blowing around my head like a storm.
This cannot be happening! I just kissed a Mudblood of my own free will! I wanted her to kiss me back! I wanted her to... I just wanted her to like it, like me.
Because, somehow, in the last 48 hours, Granger has made me fall in love with her. And that is just the truth. The cold hard truth that was giving me a headache and making me feel sick. The truth that had just made me kiss a Mudblood. The truth that had even wanted her to kiss me back.
And the worst part. The truth that had hoped she was in love with me too.
I felt sick. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding. Yet there was that word again, love.
What is love anyway?
Is it when you get butterflies when you are around them? Is it the way you feel like you have known them your whole life and you can't live without them? Or is it something else? Something undefinable.
Like last year, in the great hall. Love saved everyone. Me, Potter, everyone. It didn't leave anyone behind. Somehow, it even knew that my father was better off in Azkaban. It knew that the Dark Lord was better off dead. It knew... no, it didn't know. I knew.
And it hit me, through the pounding head and the confusion. Love doesn't come to you. Love is always inside you. It has always been inside me, yet I never let it help me. But now, it was helping me towards Granger.
As I lay back on my bed, my head still swirling around, I found a little bit of comfort in this terrible situation. At least I figured this all out. Even if nothing would ever come of it.
This was bad. So bad. I had let myself break through the barrier I had put up for myself and once I broke it, I couldn't go back. I could be in denial all I wanted, but nothing was going to take that back, ever.
I kicked my door open and sunk down onto my bed, rubbing my temples furiously, trying to get rid of the headache and confusion blowing around my head like a storm.
This cannot be happening! I just kissed a Mudblood of my own free will! I wanted her to kiss me back! I wanted her to... I just wanted her to like it, like me.
Because, somehow, in the last 48 hours, Granger has made me fall in love with her. And that is just the truth. The cold hard truth that was giving me a headache and making me feel sick. The truth that had just made me kiss a Mudblood. The truth that had even wanted her to kiss me back.
And the worst part. The truth that had hoped she was in love with me too.
I felt sick. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding. Yet there was that word again, love.
What is love anyway?
Is it when you get butterflies when you are around them? Is it the way you feel like you have known them your whole life and you can't live without them? Or is it something else? Something undefinable.
Like last year, in the great hall. Love saved everyone. Me, Potter, everyone. It didn't leave anyone behind. Somehow, it even knew that my father was better off in Azkaban. It knew that the Dark Lord was better off dead. It knew... no, it didn't know. I knew.
And it hit me, through the pounding head and the confusion. Love doesn't come to you. Love is always inside you. It has always been inside me, yet I never let it help me. But now, it was helping me towards Granger.
As I lay back on my bed, my head still swirling around, I found a little bit of comfort in this terrible situation. At least I figured this all out. Even if nothing would ever come of it.
