I Hate That I Love You (Dramione Veela Fanfiction)

Confrontation? (Hermione and Draco POV)

You can't continue to the next chapter of life if you keep re-reading the last one- Anonymous

Hermione POV

I spied Ginny dragging Zabini outside and raised my brows. But Ginny is always doing stupid things like this, so I shrug it off. I was returning to my treacle as I felt a pair of eyes on my back. A pair of quicksilver eyes, as I correctly predicted.

I turn around and raise my eyebrows challengingly at Malfoy, who has the grace to look away and blush. I roll my eyes and try to focus on the treacle in front of me.

Just as I was rising from the table, intending to go back to the Tower, Ginny comes up to me, looking like she just witnessed something absolutely exclusive and amazing. I raise my eyebrows at her questioningly but she merely smirks back. 

I roll my eyes and say, ''Let's go back to the Tower. I have an incomplete book which I've been meaning to finish for quite a while.''

She nods her assent, still fixated at the Slytherin table. I follow her line of vision, to be met with the sight of a flustered Zabini, who seems to be talking urgently to Malfoy. I look at Ginny and shake my head. Then I take her by the arm and pull her towards the Tower, only to hesitate for a moment, feeling those eyes on me again. I shake it off and continue my path.

Draco POV

I had just recovered from my intense bout of laughter from recalling how Blaise was dragged away by Weaselette when I noticed Granger was staring bemusedly at the spot where Weaselette sat. I take this time to memorise the way her hair looks from this angle, framing her small face and falling down in small waves all around her shoulders. I see her eyes on mine and quickly look away. Merlin I might even have blushed.

I stare absentmindedly into the space, thinking of ways I could break the news of being a Veela to Granger.

Blurt it out? Definitely not

Ease it out while drinking? Have to get her drinking first

Make her fall so hard for me she won't care what I am. Somehow, Granger seems the type to hold grudges over this sort of stuff.

I groan out loud, startling some second years. Then I crane my neck and find Blaise approaching me, with a rather flustered expression. I'm pretty sure he's either recovering from a shag, or bracing himself for a public scene from me. Please me the first option, please be the first option, please be the-

I already know it's not the first option. I groan again and hold my hand up before Zabini can get a word out. ''Tell me today night, while I'm plastered so I won't have enough balance to punch you.''

Merlin, he even had the nerve to sheepishly chuckle. I rolled my eyes and focused them on my mate's retreating back, wishing she would just fall for me. I groan for the third time and make off to my first class.