Hermoines POV
I sat on my bed, with tears rolling down my cheeks. I betrayed my friends. I chose our lifelong enemy, and ignored them. What was wrong with me?
I remembered a time when I was really young. My cousin smashed a plate. He cleaned up all the pieces but one. Then he dared me to lick it. I thought that going out with Malfoy was like licking that shard. After all these years, one thing hadn't changed. I was lured by danger.
"Babe, Harry and Ron don't hate you." Draco said, coming in and taking a seat on the bed next to me.
I whacked him with a pillow.
"It's all your fault!" I cried.
"Babe, I said they dont."
I sighed. Why did he always say the right things to make me feel better?
I leaned in and kissed him.
I woke up lying in Malfoys bed. Why did this always happen? My leg was lying on Dracos chest. He woke up after I rolled closer to him. He turned to face me.
"How do you do this to me?" I asked.
"What?" he asked, smirking.
"I always wake up in your bed." He rolled on top of me and made out with me. I kissed him back.
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Dramoine: the First time
RomanceThey say you're attracted to people that are the opposite of you. For Hermoine and Draco, it couldn't be more true. But How does the future death-eater deal with the publicity of being an item with a good girl, and even more, a mudblood.
