dramione oneshots

t w o : the letters

Every time he said something mean, his pen would flit across the paper, spelling out words and phrases, in his regular messy scrawl. Especially to her. Always to her. He wrote with such feeling, it was hard not to cry every time he did. So much pent up emotion he let out through his sentences to her. Only to her. Because he felt guilty. So terribly, guilty. The kind of guilt that eats away at you on the inside, and made you hollow and numb. He would never send those letters of course, but it was good to get it all out. To say sorry.

One day, when he was out to play quidditch, to practice flying, she went into the boys' dormitory. He didn't know of course. He was too busy doing the only other thing that made him happy besides seeing her. She had been looking for the book Crabbe and Goyle has stolen from her, her little journal of potions notes and astronomy drawings. She saw the leather journal on someone's bed. The covers were folded neatly and a silver ring and watch on the night stand. There was no way this was Crabbe or Goyle's bed. She picked up the journal, and opened it, hoping that they hadn't ruined her notes.

Except, it wasn't her journal. It was a journal of letters, all addressed to her. She read through the book, each letter making her more moved than the last. By the end of the book she was tearing, a smile stretched wide on her face as she closed it. She placed the book back down on his bed as she left the room. No one had come in, and she was glad no one had, otherwise she wouldn't have read his letters, she wouldn't have known.

She wouldn't have realised that Draco Malfoy wasn't so bad after all.

He sat at the table that morning, with his head in his hand and his appetite gone. Then the owl came. The owl from the owlry. The beautiful golden brown owl, with a gently hoot it dropped the letter into his hands. His mind in a whirl he opened the letter, wondering who in Hogwarts would want to send him a letter. Until he saw the note.

"Malfoy,
I forgive you.
~Hermione Granger"

He began to cry.

He heaved and shook and shivered, biting his lip to prevent himself from crying out. Tears streaming down his cheeks he looked up at the bushy brown-haired girl who had sent him the simple piece of parchment, and he cried those purifying tears.
"She forgives me," he thought as he wept those heart-wrenching tears. "After all I've done, she forgives me."

She watched him as he cried and her heart sank. She'd done that to him, she'd made him shake with such body-wracking sobs. And she felt so utterly and completely guilty. The other slytherins were scowling at him, muttering rude words and spitting insults at him. Calling him weak and stupid. And the griffidors were worse! They were LAUGHING at his misfortune, as he cried his heat out. She couldn't take it anymore. She stood up, plates clattering and utensils toppling to the floor. The hall silenced as they watched her run over to him.

She pulled him to her, and held him in her arms as she stroked his pearly white-blonde hair. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it would make you cry and in front of the whole hall at that. Oh Malfoy, I'm so sorry oh Draco plea-" He cut her off as he stood up, and crashed his lips into hers.

Gasps resounded and several slytherins began screaming. Draco Malfoy, THE Draco Malfoy was kissing Hermione Granger. The girl, as dubbed by him, a mudblood. And from their point of view? Nothing could ever be sweeter. Because he'd fallen for her, and she'd been there to catch him.