Close Enemies || A Dramione Love Story

Chapter 13 ~ Loyalty

How do I live? How do I breathe? When you're not here I'm suffocating

- Writings on the Wall - Sam Smith

H

ermione's perspective

The fact that me and Draco were "official" had only reached as far as Blaise and Clarice, but with every kiss, I felt as if we were breaking every rule possible.

The simple fact that something so wrong could bring me so much joy could only mean pain in the future. This resounding thought popped into my mind all the time but I couldn't help but feel rebellious and enjoy and savour every precious moment with my best friend's sworn enemy. Every day, I would see Draco in some lesson or other and would we would exchange secret smiles and quick pecks on the cheek, ensuring nobody could see the Gryffindor Nerd and the Slytherin bad boy falling for another even more with each touch.

Every day I would see his beautiful lips that kissed me shouting words I hate. Even though they were directed at Ron and Harry, I can't hide the sharp, searing pain that shoots thought my chest every time he proclaims his hatred.

The words reminded me of how we can't be together. But it also provoked the voice in my head that rings alarms. we have to be together. It's not a choice. His presence diminishes every thought of the war and you know who being back and all the spiteful words that I had to deal with about my boyfriend.

Being near him is the only time I don't think about hate - and it's strange to think that only last year, this boy's voice used to make my skin crawl and now his words are all I want to hear on repeat, over and over again like a broken phonograph.

**** Time Skip ****

"Piss off, Weasley!" he yelled, narrowly avoiding a hex from Ron

"SHUT UP, YOU FERRET!" Harry yelled, nudging me aside like an unwanted trinket. I saw Draco's attention flicker towards me, and a look of pain shot through his grey eyes before he drew his attention back to the two boys.

I was just a girl on the sidelines who's feelings nobody cared about.

I felt tears of anger begin to brim in my eyes. I shook them away before stepping in-between the three boys.

"STOP!" I shouted, my voice strong as nails "JUST GROW UP!"

The three boys looked at me, Draco with sincerity, the other two with fierce expression.

"What?" I spat at them "Just quit it! You're not in first year anymore! There are fifty billion more important things than your stupid rivalry with Dr--Alfoy,"

Ron gave me a look of disgust before saying,

"Bloody mudbl--" he cut off before blushing to the roots of his red hairs. Harry looked at him startled, but the look on Draco's face was fuming, so angry I thought smoke might start coming out of his ears.

"Ron!" shouted Harry, pulling his 'friend's' arm, "Come on!"

Ron uttered a silent apology to me, but I just stood still, looking in one direction trying to hide whatever emotion was flooding through my body at the time. He called me a mudblood. Ron Weasley called me a mudblood. I wasn't upset. Draco had called me far worse than that two years ago. I was simply in a state of shock.

The minute they walked away, I made to depart myself, but I knew Draco wouldn't let me.

I expected him to spout out a load of fluff and make me feel awfully in love and then burst into tears, but what he did took me by surprise. He didn't kiss me, but instead wrapped his arms around me and hugged me - not so tightly that it hurt, but strong enough to make me feel protected. Being a feminist of course, I made a firm note to make sure that Draco knew I didn't need him.