The Grey In His Eyes! Dramoine Story (Draco & Hermione)

Chapter Seven ~ The Realist & The Silver Lining

It didn't take long after his encounter with Granger for him to come out of his room. How she had this effect on him? He was not sure. But he did know that she affected him in such a way that he had never been affected before.

It was like a crush in Draco's teenage years. Whenever he was around her, he would feel like he ate Honeydukes' hopping peppermint frogs. His heart would skip beats, and occasionally he would even blush. Those were the times when he just wanted to hide, to run away from her. But he couldn't.

For one, they were constantly assigned duty together. For another, they were sleeping and living in the same quarters. It wasn't that easy to avoid her, either. She was one of the only people he could stand to talk to; and she and Potter were certainly his only intellectual equals in the campsite.

He first admitted his feelings for Hermione to Potter over a game of the childish card game 'Go Fish'.

"So tell me, what's going on between you and Hermione?" asked Potter abruptly. Draco raised his eyebrows, startled. "Oh don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Luna saw you two... And she told me she got you out of your room".

"Erh - Nothing's really going on" he lied stiffly.

The Chosen One rolled his green eyes. "I'm not daft, Malfoy. I know that there's something going on between the two of you".

"I already told you, I'm just attracted to her. I can't stand her to -

"If you can't stand her then why did you bother comforting her?" Potter quipped. Draco cursed him internally. "And you two always talk".

"What do you want me to say, Potter?" asked Draco in an exasperated sort of tone.

"I want you to admit that you have feelings for her" the dark haired wizard answered matter-of-factly. "Because I'm not the only one who's noticed. The whole campsite has, even the ones you don't talk to".

Draco snorted. "That's the majority of all the twenty four people here".

"Fair enough" said Potter plainly. "But don't think I've dropped your case, Malfoy. You fancy her and you know it as well as I do".

"I don't fancy her".

"Lies" the Boy Who Lived smirked knowingly. "Tell me".

"No".

"Tell me" he repeated.

"No".

"Tell me".

"Fine I fancy Granger. Are you happy now?" Draco rolled his eyes. "All you people are so nosy. It's a bit annoying, really".

"You don't have to be nosy to see that you fancy her. But where exactly do you plan to take this?"

Draco let out a long breath. "I was just asking myself the same question".

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The first time he kissed Hermione Granger was a lazy Saturday morning in the first week of December. Everyone was asleep besides them, perhaps it was because it was five o'clock in the morning, or perhaps it was because everyone was exhausted from the endless meeting they had had the night before.

She was curled up in a ball, crying over Mrs. Weasley's death and her various war related anxieties into her knees. These days, they were becoming too many to list. And now she had the new problem, in the shape and form of Draco Malfoy.

Sure, it was a conventional problem; Girl meets boy, boy and girl have connection, girl is confused. It would've been as perfectly conventional as could be if it wasn't for the fact they, as two people and one, were as unconventional as they came.