Forgive and Forget: Dramione

We Can Be Anything We Want

Her skirt in this pic kills me lol like whoa there girl let's tear that hem down a bit

Draco

When we got back from Hogsmeade, we were cold and soaked to the bone.

Hermione's teeth chattered loudly as she said the password, and I couldn't help but laugh. This whole scene was ridiculous.

Here were two freezing people who had hated each other for 10 years, who had just confessed their undying love for one another, and now were going back to their shared Commons in a magic school.
Ridiculous.

We rushed into the common room, unzipping our jackets and running into our separate rooms without a word, changing quickly, and running back out. I flicked my wand at the hearth, striking up a roaring fire, and summoning a blanket to me as I collapsed into the couch. Hermione joined me a moment later and practically melded into me in an effort to get warm.

I realized that I hardly knew anything about her. I wanted to start with the easy stuff, but what kind of genius couple would we be if we did that?

We were silent for a while, enjoying each other's company and warmth, before I said, "Whatever happened with you and Ron?"
I felt her stiffen, and she brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"We just... weren't meant for each other, you know?" She asked vaguely.

"Hermione."

"Hmm?"

"If we're going to do this, be together, can we start honestly?"

She sighed. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. You're completely right. Can I start over?"

"Of course," I said, taking a strand of her damp hair between my fingers and rolling it.

She took a deep breath before starting.

"It all started over the summer, and I had a feeling that it was too good to be true. He had been my best friend for eight years, it was natural to have this kind of a relationship for a while. I knew we couldn't end up together, not by the close of our stories. There wasn't a fairytale ending in it for us. He was always distant, always degrading towards me. He tried to make me feel that I was less than I knew I was.

"Ginny always said it was because he felt unworthy, that since I was smarter than him he had to treat me poorly to make him feel confident, or like he had the upper hand.

" Harry thought that I lead our relationship, and that Ron felt as if he was being dragged along. I wanted to do something with my life, earn my profession and my education, and he was comfortable knowing that Kingsley had a spot for him as an auror at the Ministry without him having to work for it."

She ran her hands through her hair, bumping my idle fingers out of the way. I took her hand in mine.

"One day, he was especially terrible to me, so I asked Harry if he knew what was going on. Harry is, just the greatest friend, but he's an awful liar. He spilled immediately.

"Apparently, Ron had been receiving letters since the battle ended from someone he had met when he left us on the horcrux hunt. He had stayed with her for a while, since she lived alone, and she had offered him shelter. He didn't know where he was, because he had apparated without thinking and splinched himself. She healed him and she encouraged him to go home. Not to us, home.

" When he had come back to us shortly after Christmas, he had told Harry about her. Harry just thought it was ludicrous. Here Ron was, hardly knowing this girl at all, but already he was falling for her. Hadn't he seen me? Didn't he know that I loved him?"
As she finished her sentence, her tone became distressed. A single tear ran down her right cheek, and I squeezed her hand tighter.