Hidden Feelings - Dramione

Chapter Seven

The silence carried on and Draco looked away from her. His eyes landed on the window but he couldn't see anything because of the darkness. He still didn't look to Hermione. She was standing staring at Draco. Why was he sneering?

"Draco." whispered Hermione before she could stop herself.

He didn't look at her and Hermione mentally slapped herself. She took a deep breath and walked forward, his eye widened slightly as she put her arms around him, awkwardly.

"I missed you and worried about you so much..." she confessed, still hugging him.

"Um..." Draco pulled back uncomfortably, "I need somewhere to stay... Is it okay if I... I'll take the sofa?"

Hermione's jaw nearly dropped as he pulled away but she regain herself and turned around, not looking at him, she poured the coffee down the sink.

"There's a... um... guest room upstairs." said Hermione, avoiding eye contact.

"That'd be great, thanks."

Hermione placed the cup down and took her wand, gesturing him to follow, she took him upstairs and into the guest room.

"It's not made. I'll do that in two seconds." Hermione made to leave the room but Draco grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him and his grey eyes were clouded over, she immediately looked Dow as he let go of her hand.

"I'll take the sofa." said Draco, "Thanks. I'll be gone tomorrow."

This time, Hermione grabbed his hand and he looked at her. Hermione shook her head frantically.

"Please, Draco. Don't leave me." a tear fell out of Hermione's eye and Draco wiped it away, leaning down.

"I'm sorry. I only need a place to stay for tonight then I'll be gone," he added as Hermione began to protest, "Let's wait till the morning to talk."

He quickly walked downstairs and into the living room. Lying on the sofa, he waited until a door closed upstairs to close his eyes. His breathing got even and heavier and tiredness over took him. He fell into a deep sleep.

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His wellie boots kicked in the white substance and he giggled in pleasure as it rose up and fell back down.

Snow.

The one thing he remembered off his childhood was playing in the cold, comfortable, soothing snow. It felt smooth and hard at the same time. He giggled once more as he ran through the snow.

He must've been about five years old when he had been innocently playing in the snow. His ashen hair the same colour as the present time and his grey eyes had an innocence surrounding them.

He lay in the snow and moved his arms and legs to make a snow angel.

"That's pretty." a distant voice sounded in his ears.

He got up, feeling the snow drip off his back, and looked around for the sound. Finally his eyes found her. Her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her brown eyes contrasted the snow, making it look ugly compared to her beauty.

Hermione Granger stood in front of Draco Malfoy. He felt himself grow taller and suddenly a 20 year old man stood and the snow angel stayed the same shape of a five year old.

"Draco! Get in here!" a voice yelled and before he could take his eyes away from Hermione, he was getting dragged away by his collar.

He was sat down in a chair and his father stood in front of him. His mother stood a little behind him. Draco looked up at his father for a second before lowering his gaze. His father's face was red and a vein pulsed as his anger grew. His grey eyes seemed to harden at the sight of his son.