Dramione Fanfic

Chapter six

How could a heart like yours
Ever love a heart like mine?
How could I live before?
How could I have been so blind?

You opened up my eyes
You opened up my eyes
-Heart like yours, Willamette Stones

Hermione

He didn't answer. I waited, fidgeting with my hands. My heart was thudding and I could feel that my face was bright red. I regretted asking it but I couldn't go back now. I couldn't look at him. The silence drew out. Finally I looked at him.
He wasn't screaming, or laughing, or glaring. He didn't look surprised or dubious. He looked confused, he just looked at me, not moving. His face was more pale than usual and his lips were slightly parted. We looked at eachother then I turned to leave.
"Wait-" He said but I cut him off.
"No. It's fine. Im just gonna...I'm gonna go." And I turned away from him just in the nick of time because tears were starting to spill. I speed walked towards the door.
I ran to the girls lavatory and tried to control my breathing. I convinced myself that it wasn't that bad. I had made fool of myself but I had done that tons before now. I calmed myself down and wiped my tears away before I went back to Gryffindor house.

There were only a few people in the common room. Harry and Ron sat on the couch, tossing Every Flavour Beans into each other's mouths. I rolled my eyes and sat down in an armchair, across from them. They paused their gamed when I sat down.
Hey, where were you?" Harry asked and then grimaced at the bean he had just popped into his mouth. "And please don't say the library." They laughed. I just shrugged. Harry continued, "Seriously Hermione, you need to get out of that place more often."
"Yeah," Ron added, "you are, like, always there." Harry snorted and spat out a bean.
"Are you guys high?" I asked, almost sincerely. Harry just laughed.
"Whats high?" Ron asked.
"Oh, right, um, muggles do this thing where - nevermind." I tried to explain but Ron didn't need to know the extent of the stupidity of the muggle society.
Harry stopped laughing for long enough to look at me, "Are you okay? You look tired."
"Yeah, I am." I covered, "I got zero sleep last night,"
"Okay, well, we are gonna go down to Hagrid's. You comin'?"
"No thanks, I think i'll just rest here and read." I smiled at them as they left and then started to think.
What happened? Draco was following me. I almost admit to myself that I like him. I ask him why he was following me. I break his hand. I ask him again in the hospital. He doesn't answer. I ask him if he likes me. He doesn't answer.
But I think he knows that I like him. What will I do? What will he do? Does he like me? Possibly. I like him. I really do. And I want to be able to touch him. Not in the gross way. I want to hold his hand. And kiss him. I want to hug him and lean against him when I'm reading.
But even if he does like me he wouldn't tell me. He couldn't. And we could never be together like that. Our houses were rivals. Forever feuding. And his father hates me. What would Harry and Ron think? I was born from muggles. In Draco's eyes I'm probably terrible, gross, dirty, mudblood.
When I thought that word I cried a little. I fell asleep, curled up in my chair and awoke to Ron, shaking me and telling me to go to bed. I obliged willingly.