Forbidden Destiny (Dramione)

Chapter 3

Hermione's POV:
Hermione walked over to Ron after dinner, she hadn't had any classes that day because she was studying, however Ron did.
"What the hell were you doing with Lavender Brown?"
"It was one time!" He replied.
"No, Ron, no it was not just one time and we both know it," Hermione whispered quietly.
"As I said before I can make it up to you," he pleaded.
"No you can't. How many more times is this going to happen?" She asked.
"Never again," he said.
"Well I don't believe you and quite frankly you have lied to me so many times before that I don't trust you anymore." she said and stormed off crying.
"Wait Hermione..." Ron said but she had made her mind up.
"No, I've had enough of your crap, we're over," she shouted, tears streaming down her pale, silky soft face. She ran quickly away from the Great Hall, away from people, away from Ron. She ran as fast as she could, heading nowhere, her arms folded right across her body comforting her. Fresh tears blurred her vision, however, she didn't stop running she just went faster. She was heading towards a large stairway heading downwards. As she got to the top of the stairway she began to run faster.
Suddenly her foot slipped and she tumbled down the stairs, hitting her head, making her almost unconscious. However, she could hear someone running across the room to catch her at the bottom. Sure enough as she neared hitting the ground a strong pair of arms caught her, gripping her tight and lifting her up in a cradle, his breaths muffled. Even though she couldn't open her eyes, Hermione could sense that he was looking down at her as he carried her to a room, probably his room she thought. He gently stroked her hair, whoever he was he was quite the gentleman.
Draco's POV:
Draco was pacing the Slytherin common room, debating with his emotions about Hermione. If his father ever found out about his feeling then he would kill him. Not that it would have made any difference. He cruciod him all the time. Anyway his mother and father wouldn't approve, and there was no point of even thinking about it, Hermione hated his guts. And so did he. He hated his guts for liking her... wait... of course he didn't like her.
Whilst he was pacing the room a huge bang came from the staircase, Draco ran towards it, curiosity engulfing him. Before his eyes he saw Hermione tumbling down the concrete stairs. He sprinted towards the staircase without thinking, his arms stretched out to catch her. Just as she was about to hit the ground he caught her, he gripped is arms tightly around her body, lifting her up, one on her leg and one on her neck, cradling her. He stroked her soft, velvety hair, her eyes were closed but he knew she was still half conscious because her eyes were flickering and her breathing rate was normal. He carried her to his room, he had his own room because his father demanded it.
He lay her on the soft green sheets of his bed and sat beside her, his hand still holding her head. He lifted the covers over her and tucked her in. She still had her eyes closed but this time Draco thought she was asleep. He didn't think that she could tell it was him. She didn't know it was him. He stroked her cheek, tears still wet on her face. He wiped them away. Probably that stupid weasel. Draco was going to kill him. Actually he wasn't because no one could find out that he liked her.
"Draco, don't let your feelings out. Keep them inside and stop making yourself like her," he whispered to him self, accidentally.
He bent over and kissed her on the forehead, hovering over her for a second then sitting up for a minute. What was going to do with her? He figured that she looked so peaceful there that he would leave her and pretend that he had seen her go to the library, to study all night long. That way she could stay the night.
Hermione's POV:
Maybe he does like me, she thought...