Two Weeks?

So this is just a little one-shot that I found saved on my computer from a while back when we had to make up a short story baised on dialogue for my English coursework. 

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

p.s I got the cover photo from contra1veritas.tumblr.com

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'I curse the day that you were born! Stupid Mudblood!' 

Draco can remember the day he had uttered those words to Hermione like it was yesterday. How things had changed. Ever since the end of the Great War, Hermione and Draco had become practically inseparable, after all, they shared their own separate dormitories due to their head boy and girl status.

Draco, so deep in his own thought, barely noticed Hermione walk in through the door.

"Hey Draco" she mumbled, putting away her school books from the day. Hermione had always taken her schoolwork seriously, ever since they met. It was one of the main reasons Draco had bullied her, but now, her dedication to learning was one if the things he loved most about her. 

"Hey 'Mione, good potions lesson?" Draco questioned. He should have been in that lesson himself, however he decided to skip to finish his transfiguration essay. 

"Yeah, it was alright I suppose. Have a nice time skiving?" She said, a tone of disapproval in her voice. Hermione hated it when Draco skipped classes, but if he was to pass this stupid class then he would have to skip potions occasionally. After all, it is his best class.

"Yeah actually, got thinking about a lot of things."

"Oh yeah, like what?" She asked, sitting down next to Draco. It was very normal to see the two of them sat on a sofa together reading a book, or just chatting.

“Oh you know, just about how things were before the war. Before we were even friends. I had such a lonely life up until then ‘Mione, I just wanted to thank you for coming into my life” Draco confessed. He had had a lot of time to ponder on this subject, often wondering if he should tell Hermione how he really felt. Normally he decided against it, in fear of her laughing in his face, or deciding she no longer wanted to be friends with such an idiot. That would have been one of the worst things that could ever happen to him.

“Oh, right…” Hermione trailed off. She too had been thinking about how they were now best friends and how different her life would have been if they had not been stuck together in the Heads dormitories.

“I’ve been thinking ‘Mione” Draco started “That erm… well… I kinda wanted to see if you wanted to come and stay with me and Mother in the Easter break?”

Draco knew asking Hermione to go to the Manor was a dangerous subject. She had been tortured there less than three months ago, after all.

“Draco! Are you seriously asking me to stay for two weeks in the Manor?! In the presence of that ignorant, slimy, vindictive little…”

“Whoa Hermione! That’s my mother you’re talking about! Watch what you’re saying! Just because my family has been through some rough times, it does not mean that you can insult them whenever you like!” Draco said, careful not to raise his voice too loud. He didn’t want to scare Hermione.

“No. You listen to me Draco Malfoy. I will NOT be going back to that awful place, to spend two weeks in the presence of that snake you call a mother. Her sister tortured me in their front living room and her and Lucius did absolutely nothing to stop her! I mean, why would they?! They were working for Voldemort at the time. I’m not surprised they didn’t just torture me themselves. Or better yet, get their young perfect little Draco to do it! And rough times! Are you serious?! They worked for the Dark Lord himself and you expect me to feel pity on them?! I thought you understood Draco” Hermione hissed getting up of the sofa and strutting off to her room, closing the door with a loud bang.

“Well done, way to get her to like you” Draco thought aloud. After finally coming to terms with his feelings, he hoped that maybe he would be able to open up to her, tell her how he really felt. But no. He had gone and blown the only chance he would probably ever get. Before now, he had even tried dropping little hints to try and tell her how he felt without saying it. Like suggesting that maybe they should to have dinner together, or even have a picnic on the grounds of Hogwarts. But Hermione had always thought this was just a gesture of friendship. She couldn’t have been more wrong if she tried.

Draco decided that it was no good lying around here sulking. He needed to go and tell her how he felt. Even if she was furious with him at the moment. He gingerly walked over to her door and knocked softly.

“What Draco? Why can’t you just leave me alone” Hermione replied from inside the room. It sounded like she had been crying. Great one, he had made her cry. He stepped into the red and gold room, careful not to seem like he was trying to make the situation any worse, and sat at the end of her bed.

“I’m serious Draco” She snivelled, turning so her back was towards him. “I don’t want to talk to you now. Just go away. I can’t believe you would ask such a thing of me”

“Hang on a second, I never told you that you had to come! I only asked. I thought maybe it would be nice to spend the break together. But apparently the idea of spending two whole weeks in my company seems to revolt you! Next time, I just won’t bother!” he replied, choosing his words carefully.

“Have you ever thought about how that made me feel Draco? Asking me to spend two weeks in the company of someone who sees me as inferior in every way? Just another stupid mudblood. A hazard to her perfect pureblood son? Never mind the fact that I was tortured not three months ago in her living room!” Hermione screamed, not holding back any longer.

“Ever thought about the fact that I don’t want to spend my time hanging around with Death Eaters?!” She carried on, walking over to stand in front of him.

“Well maybe you should of thought about that before you started hanging around with me! I am a Death Eater Hermione! You’ve seen the mark! And to think I actually lov…” Draco trailed off. He shouldn’t have said that.

“That you actually what Draco? That you were friends with stupid filthy Mudblood like me?! God Draco!” Hermione barked turning to storm off out of the room. She stopped, however, when Draco grabbed her arm.

“No you idiot!” He yelled. Best get it over with.

“To think that I actually love you Hermione. I love you okay? I can’t love you anymore than I do this very moment. I don’t care what my mother or father says. You’re my heart, my soul, my entire world. Jesus, I would do absolutely anything for you Hermione. Anything. But I guess it’s all for nothing right? Why would you want to be with a stupid, arrogant, self-absorbed idiot like me huh?” He finished, letting go of Hermione’s arm.

Hermione just stared back at him. Shock evident on her face.

“I never realised you felt this way” She whispered, sitting beside Draco on the bed.

“I mean, I should have known, now that I think about it. The signs were all there. Oh God, and all this time I thought that I was in love with someone who would never love me back” She smiled.

“Are you serious ‘Mione? You actually love me too?” Draco responded, both surprised and ecstatic about the sudden revelation. She actually loved him too. Maybe they could make this work.

“Yes you idiot! I love your smile, the way your hair falls when you’ve just come out of the shower. The way your tongue slides out of your mouth and you pull that adorable little face when you’re concentrating. God I could go on for hours!” Hermione laughs, trying not to blush.

“Please, do go on!” Draco smirks. He’s beginning to see why Weasley loved her so much.

“Shut up Draco. But seriously, I really want to make this work. I want to try and have a relationship with you Draco”

“Me too ‘Mione, me too”