Love at first smirk (Dramione)

Draco's POV

Draco's POV

Draco received a letter from Headmistress McGonagal about his new position as Head Boy about a month ago.  He arrived approximately twenty minutes early for the Hogwarts Express.  He wanted to take this opportunity to start off on the right foot. Sitting in the back corner of the train car alone he pulled out a book and read.  Although on the outside he held an intimidating aura it was a façade that masked how nervous he really was. He was very aware of the glares and whispers around him from the other prefects. They had worked hard to earn  their position and were all present at the battle of Hogwarts. They had fought righteously to defend their school and the world while he had supported their enemy.

"They must hate me. Of course they would, I would hate me as well if I were them." These thoughts lingered for some time until a familiar brunette entered the car and his focus shifted up towards her.

"What are you doing here?!" Hermione blurted out.

Draco smirked at her frustration of which Draco found somewhat attractive and responded. "Didn't you hear? I'm Head Boy"

He watched as the girls face quickly changed from one of shock to deep thinking and she took her seat beside her friend. He watched for a moment then turned his head to glance out the window and watched as the train exited the station.

Throughout dinner Draco kept his gaze on the brunette sitting at the Gryffindor table. He barely listened to a word that was spoken by Headmistress McGonagal. After staring at her, Blaise Zabini who had been too distracted talking to some other Slytherins to notice, jabbed him in the arm.
"What was that for?" Draco rubbed his arm glaring at Blaise
"I have a plan" He whispered with a face of what Draco believed was excitement.
"What plan?" Draco furrowed his eyebrows in confusion while still glaring.
Blaise smirked "A plan to mess with the first years. First we-..."
Draco cut him off "Are you mental? What would the ministry think if we get caught. You know they're watching us after what happened."
Blaise excitements turned to disappointment as he sighed "You're no fun" Annoyed Blaise turned back to another friend. Draco rolled his eyes and found his Head-Boy letter in his pocket. He began to gently fold the piece of paper into a crane. His fingers traced the crease's of the paper strengthening the folds. Once he finished he tucked it away.

As soon as the feast was over he swiftly moved into the hall where he met with Hermione briefly to discuss their roles for the night. His eyes looked over her as she gave out commands for the night. While she was focused on the task at hand Draco focused on the features of her face.
"Draco, are you listening?"
"Slytherin and Ravenclaw, Madam"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Then get going" He watched as she turned and hurried to speak with the prefects of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Draco met with his respective prefects and awkwardly instructed them on what to do. Although he kept a smug attitude on the outside, his confidence behind it was lacking. But nobody noticed, nobody saw that Draco was not the same. The first years passing by looked at him with fears in their eyes. They would turn and whisper to each other as they hurried by him. It was hard for Draco. On one side he felt he needed to keep up the appearance of the brash pureblood, while on the other, he needed to behave properly as to not get in trouble with the ministry. Of course there was his setting a good example as Head-Boy to consider. Both sides contradicted each other giving Draco a splitting headache as he pondered the dilemma.

After he finished his duties as head boy he decided to go back to his dormitory. The room was in an area he was familiar with as he and his "friends" often met up there. It was in a hall that was mostly isolated except for a few storage closets. When he entered the room he took a look around. He went up the right set of stairs where he found his bedroom. It was decorated in green and silver. His sheets were a smooth silly silver that looked like liquid. The room was very sharp and polished, much like his own back at home. It felt somewhat cold. The empty cold feeling made him feel empty inside as well, so he decided to leave the dormitory. He went for a walk around the castle and while wandering around he saw his new roommate walking in the opposite direction of their dorm. He followed her for a bit to see whether or not she would figure it out, but to no avail, she never managed.

He decided it was time to help the lost girl. "Where are you going Miss Granger?"
"I'm headed to our dorm" Hermione spoke with unwarranted confidence.
Draco found her terrible sense of direction somewhat cute. "I don't think you'll find it if you keep going the opposite way. May I lead?"
"I don't need your help Malfoy" Hermione denied his request as she turned and began to walk in yet another wrong direction. To this Draco reacted without thinking and took her wrist. In his head he repeatedly thought to himself "What are you doing idiot? You'll make her uncomfortable" but he could not bring himself to let go.

Once they were inside they're dorm they stood in silence. Draco being alone in a room with the girl he secretly liked was overwhelming to him. He had to hide his care for her in order to keep up his "higher up" pureblood façade. With no one watching he felt he could melt his cold exterior and show his softer side. "You can't" suddenly struck his mind and he quickly pulled his hand away from her arm. He wanted to say good night or something similar but as he fumbled over the words in his head nothing came out. Instead he fled the common room, going back up to his bedroom. It was there where the cold room reminded him of his own Manor. The place where so much evil and fear lived. His emotions took over and he slammed his arm across a shelf knocking all it's contents to the ground. "Dammit!" He grit his teeth together. A piece of broken glass cut his arm, the dark red liquid dripping down his skin. He grabbed a hand cloth and covered the cut pressing on it. After a few minutes he decided to shower and clean the blood of his arm. He undressed and went into the bathroom where he did not think of locking the door on the other side of the room. The hot water felt comforting against his skin. He closed his eyes as the glass fogged up with steam.

Over the summer he had spent most of his time alone in the manor. Although his Mother stayed there as well, they were distant from each other. The longer he spent in the large but quiet house he grew lonelier and lonelier. Most of the days he spent reading novels and exercising. Lacking in house elves and staff due to the war, he decided to pick up cooking. He used these hobbies to try and fill the tedious summer. Even with the extra activities they didn't entirely distract him from the deep pit feeling in his stomach.

Even now in the shower he had the same feeling. He ran his fingers through his hair. His mind racing, it was chaos inside his head. The rising steam from the shower helped him to relax and clear his head somewhat. After some time in his temporary escape he stepped out. Beads of water rolled down his muscular body. He pulled his towel off the wrack and wrapped it around his waist. He gripped the edge of the counter and leaned in, looking at himself in the slightly fogged up mirror. Just then the door to his left opened and there he saw his roommate. Her cheeks immediately flushed red as she paused for a moment. When it clicked with her that she had been staring she blurted out an apology and slammed the door shut. It took Draco a moment to process what just happened. He realized what he was wearing, or the lack of, and his ears turned red. Slightly embarrassed he covered his mouth with the back of his hand.  After he calmed himself he dried off and changed into some silk green pajamas. He entered his room and slipped into the bed tired from the eventful day.

When he closed his eyes he left the safety of his dormitory and entered his nightmares. Around him stood a group of dark cloaked figures. They seemed like Death Eaters, however Draco could tell they were not. They were larger than usual looming over him. Each one reached out a long boney finger pointing at him save for one. The one who did not point at him, had his finger to the distance. He turned his head to see another dark cloaked figure standing over a limp body on the ground. Two of the cloaked figures around him parted and allowed him to approach. Just then Harry ran up to him grabbing his shoulders and screamed "HOW COULD YOU?! WE TRUSTED YOU!" Draco fumbled confused as fear rose in him.  "I-I.. what did I-.." His heart pounded in his chest, his palms sweaty and shaking. Before he could respond properly Harry faded and Draco hurried quickly over to the figures. There on the ground lay the familiar girl living with him. Hermione lifeless and cold lay there. Draco filled with emotions grabbed the hood on the figure and yanked it down. Dread immediately overwhelmed him as he looked back into his own face. Before he could scream the world faded into darkness..