Habits of my heart - A Dramione story

Making the plan

This was the second time Hermione had been asked to join Dumbledore in his office these few days, and this time she knew what it was about.

He opened the door to his office. It was big and had paitings of the old professors at the school. There was his bird and shelves full of books. Heaven for Hermione, honestly.

"Professor, before you say anything-"
Hermione said.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this Draco mission."
"That's why I asked you to come here, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said, his half moon glasses had been replaced by a bit more modern glasses, but there was not much diffrence.
"You need Draco to open his concerns and assignetment to you, and you'll tell him that you want to help him."
"What if he says no?" Hermione asked.
"He won't, trust me. With the pressure he got according to Snape--"
"Ugh Snape." Hermione whispered.
"Excuse me, did you say anything?" Dumbledore looked at her and asked.
"Uhm, no."
Hermione didn't quite catch what Dumbledore said because her mind was set on Draco, but she got the most important parts.

"Make sure he kills me."
"I can't imagine you dead, Professor."
"You have to. And make sure you do it if not, that would mean that you would earn Voldemorts trust."
"It makes me sick thinking about working for him."
"Don't think of it as working for him, you'd actually be a spy for the order of the phoenix."
"The order, oh yes."
"You got it?"
"I think so."
"Good, you're dismissed."
Hermione walked stiffly out of his office. Just thinking about working for the dark lord, even as a spy, makes her hair rise.

She walked to the hospital wing to see if Draco was there, but he was not.
"Darn it, where is he?" Hermione whispered.
"Are you looking for Malfoy?"
It was Pansy, she sent Hermione the nastiest look ever.
"Yes..."
"I heard you slept with him."
"No, that's a rumor." Hermione said.
"It's not. Don't lie." Pansy spat.
"Geezus Pansy, calm down. I'm serious. It's a rumor."
"Don't tell me what to do." She said and  walked closer to Hermione. Her fist hit Hermiones face the second after. Hermione fell down at the floor and felt blood streaming down from her nose.
"Oh look, your blood is actually dirty."
"Mudblood" Pansy said as she walked out.
There was not a single soul in the hospital wing except Hermione. Not even Madame Pomfrey.
"Where is she when I need her?" Hermione thought.
She walked out of the hospital wing and was on her way to her dorm when she hit someone by accident.
"I am so sorry." Hermione said. She looked up to see Draco.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked.
"Nowhere. What happened to your face?"
"Pansy happened." Hermione said and realised that her nose was still bleeding.
"Look, Draco. I'm sorry that I snapped this evening."
"It's okay, really. I hope you know that I'm not just leading you on."
"You look horrible." Hermione said and had this concerned look on her face.
"Well, thanks." Draco said in a sarcastic voice.
"No, you look good, but by horrible I mean tired and anxious."
"Oh." Draco said and looked down at his feet.
"You've got to upen up to me Draco. You can tell me anything. I won't judge. I see that you're hurting, and it kills me not knowing why."
"I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"I can't."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"He will kill me if I do."
"Who will kill you?"
Draco came closer to Hermione and whispered in her ear.
"Voldemort."
"You are working with the enemy?"
"There is more behind it, more complicated than it sounds." Draco said.
"Tell me, make me understand."
"I wish I could." Draco said anxiously.
"You can, if you really want to."
Hermione needed Draco to tell her what's going on so her plan with Dumbledore would continue as planned.
"I can't." He said and left her.
"Don't go!" Hermione shouted, but he had already gone around the corner.

Draco walked to the stairs, he needed to get back to seventh floor, needed to get back to the room of requeriment. He needed to mend the vanishing cabinet. Christmas break was getting closer. Only two weeks until he had to get it done so he could try it.
The hours flew by, and it felt like the walls were coming closer, he was about to go mad. He and Hermione was barking even more than before. He wanted to tell her so bad. He closed his grey eyes and felt a few tears falling down his face. All their memories. He got a flashback from a few years ago.
The Yule Ball.

Hermione came down the stairs on her way to the Great Hall in this beautiful dress. Light blue, a kind of mixture of purple and blue. Her hair being beautifully done. She looked gourgeous. She came over to him and he asked her for a dance. They were togheter all night. Both slow dancing and awkward weird dancing. Her laugh was even more interesting than usual. He was in love. She didn't know.

He opened his eyes again and looked at his surroundings. A room full of things, random things. A huge room. Black and dark.
"Fuck. I'm still here." Draco said to himself.
"I want to tell her. I need to tell her. She will understand, she needs to. I need her. Her arms around my shoulders and my arms around her waist." He said outloud.
"Perfect." A voice behind him said.