The Dying Flower

38|Bloody fists

White fluffy snow cover every inch of Hogwarts, even though it was early in the morning students were outside layered in shirts and jackets. It was cold and windy, but it didn't stop anyone from a snowball fight.

Back in the head callumroom, both the head boy and girl were still asleep. Draco still had his arms around Hermione, knowing that she was there with him made him sleep peacefully. The weather inside seem to be colder, making Hermione and Draco snug closer together.

It was a perfect Saturday.

Hermione felt a hand shake her, she smiled to herself knowing who it is. She turned and smiled at Draco, who managed to keep his arms around her. He smiled down at her and kissed her on the forehead. She rested her head on his chest listening to his heart beat.

"Pretty cold, isn't," Draco said while playing with Hermione's hair.

"Yes,but then again we do live up north," she answered, wrapping an arm around him.

"Very true."

Hermione looked up at him, her smiled faded. All of Hogwarts knows that they are dating, but who ever wrote the writing on the wall will try to find their weak spot and she doesn't want to see him pain. She hates it when she can't do anything. She isn't scared of dying, her times of trying to commit suicide explains it all, but the aftermath of her death will be a tragedy. She will not but his heart in a dangerous place.

She wigged out of his arms and jumped off his bed, walking to his bedroom door. Draco stood up, walking after her.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked while grabbing her wrist making her stop in her tracks .

"No, you didn't say anything wrong it's just..."

"You can tell me, Hermi, I won't judge."

She bit her bottom lip. She is feeling something for him, she knows it and she can't stop it, but if he does feel the same and if she did jump off the balcony last night, he would be heartbroken. She just hopes that he doesn't feel anything for her, it will only make one of them an easy target.

"Draco, I don't know how to say this, but-" she stopped herself, she shouldn't tell him how she feels for him, something bad could come out of it.

"Hermione Jean Granger, you can tell me anything. I'm here and I won't go, till I die,"Draco said placing his hands on her shoulders.

Her smile appeared back on her lips."If you had a ring and were on one knee I would say you're proposing to me," she said with her arms crossed.

"And if it was, would you say yes?"

"If I was in my twenties and if you and I have been dating for about five years, and if you had a ring, I would say yes."

"Okay, I'll wait five years," Draco said with a smirk.

"What? Did you just promise to propose to me?" Hermione said backing away, but she hit the door. She reached for the handle , but Draco grabbed her hand.

"Yes, I think I did," Draco said leaning closer to her.

"Draco we are still young, plus we haven't even confused are love for each other. That is if we feel anything for each other. You know, I'm not presuming you or anything," Hermione said getting nervous for some reason."It's just that I think it only right to date each other for awhile, then say how we feel. We only been dating for half of a half of a mouth so I don't think we have anything too serious. I think, I'm talking too much. I love......pie. Who doesn't love pie, am I right. There is apple pie, blueberry pie and other types of pie. Is there such thing of strawberry pie. I hope there is, but strawberries with chocolate sounds better. Oh I think apple pie is my favorite, I always wonder why most pies are made with the green apples, why not use the red ones-"