Dramione's Story: Part 2

Not Without You

He loved her undying confidence. He loved the way she stood up for anything and everything she believed in. He loved the way she always fought for what was right. He loved her hair, puffy or sleek. He loved the sound of her voice. He loved her eyes, he loved looking at them. He loved everything about her. Every flaw and imperfection. Every fleck of hazel in her beautiful brown eyes. Everything. Each and every teeny, tiny thing about her. He wanted to tell her.

He wanted to tell her every thought he had had about her in the past year. He wanted her to listen. He wanted her to accept it. Judging by the way she looked at him in return, he got the feeling that she might even share the same feelings that he did.

Viktor approached Hermione and she snapped back to reality. He extended his hand for her. She took it and they walked into the ball together. As they walked, she looked over her shoulder at Draco, to see that he was still looking at her.

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Draco exited the Great Hall with a scowl on his face. The ball had been the most excruciatingly boring event he had ever experienced. He didn't bother himself to dance, since he wanted nothing more than to dance with her, but he knew that he couldn't.

Draco made to leave, with Crabbe and Goyle at his sides and Pansy Parkinson on his arm. Dear God, how he wished she would just leave. He lifted his head and saw the most painful sight he had ever looked at. Hermione was crying on the staircase.

Seeing her like this had managed to destroy Draco inside. He wanted so desperately to go her and hold her in his his arms. To rest his chin on her head and tell her that everything would be alright. He turned to Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy and decided to take the greatest risk he ever would.

"You guys head back to the common room, I'll be there in a minute."