Angel In My Eyes

Chapter 25 "Tonight you are mine."

DISCLAIMER: This Chapter includes sex scenes which some may find disturbing.

She entered the living room, her heart was bitting fast and she couldn't get the picture of his eyes out of her head.

I am now.

God, he could be so good with words when he wanted to.

Harry's voice brought her back to reality and she walked towards her two best friends, sitting in the sofa.

"Everything okay? I heard noises." Hermione explained.

Harry shared a glance with Ron, "Take a sit please." He pointed the arm chair behind her.

Hermione said as he suggested, "So?" She asked.

Harry sighed, "We...overheard George and Malfoy talking and...well turns out that you are quite important to Malfoy."

Hermione frowned, "What do you mean?"

"What he means is that he fucking talks about you like he is in love with you, like you matter to him." Ron interrupted the two with some anger in his voice.

Hermiome turned to Ron, "I really don't know what you are talking about." Shw shrugged.

"Hermione." Harry started, "Not the right time to be childish, we need to know what's going on."

"You need to know?" She frowned. "No Harry, you don't need to know anything this is between me and Malfoy."

"So there is indeed something." Ron said.

Hermione broke eye contact. "Yes."

"Fuck." Ron murmured, "Why the hell Hermione, why him?"

"I don't know Ron, you don't choose who you are gonna fall for."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Ron said in a cold voice.

She sighed. "You are still mad at me, aren't you?"

"Mad at you? Why would I be mad?"

"Because I didn't choose you when you chose me." She explained in a low tone, holding his gaze.

"No Hermione. I am mad because you could have chosen me, but you chose him." And with that, he was out of the room before she could let out another word.

She turned to her other friend, he hadn't moved he was still there, looking at her.

"You knew, didn't you?" She asked him.

He nodded slowly, "I knew something was going on, I still don't know what exactly and how strong and important it is." He paused, "But after seeing the way you reacted when I told you that he is bipolar...you love him."

She just stayed, holding his gaze for some seconds.

She loved him yes. She hadn't admitted to herself yet but it seemed like a good time that she did so. She loved the way he would lean back to the wall and smirk at her with his arrogant look. She loved how he drank his coffee in the mornings out in the small balcony always before the sun was out. She loved how peaceful he had looked when he was playing his violin, without a care for the world. She loved the way he would kiss her, with all the passion that he had inside of him, like she was his favourite drug. She loved him.

"Yes." She finally said and it felt weird admitting it outloud. "I do."

"I am sorry." Her friend said. "That you fell for him in such a wrong time, and I am sorry that you wasn't able to tell me this whole time, I am sorry I wasn't there for you."