I Hate That I Love You -- Dramione

Damn Gray Eyes

Reporters.

All Hermione saw was white as she stood on the second step to the front door of the Malfoy manor. Flashes of white blinded her and she stepped back, tripping over the step, falling onto the step with a grunt.

She stood as she heard the reporters calling her name.

She clenched her hands into fists and yelled at the reporters, "Go Home! Stalk some other witch! Maybe one that isn't a bloody second away from hexing your arses half way across the world!"

They didn't quiet down, if anything ,they got louder. Hermione was about to stomp over there, her hand already reaching for her wand when a hand gripped her arm. She groaned and slowly turned, crossing her fingers it wasn't him.

Her fingers fell out of the crossed position as she stared into those damn gray eyes with all the hatred she could muter.

Malfoy's face was pinched, pity and confusion covering his face, making her anger triple in size. She yanked her arm free from his grasp, "Wipe that stupid look off your face before I slap it off for you!"

Malfoy's face hardened, "Come on, Granger. Come back inside and we can talk about this."

Hermione huffed, "No! You know what? I'm done with this! This-people feeling sorry for me and pretending to care when It's bloody obvious that they don't! Just call me a mudblood, hit me with a few insults and go on your merry way!"

Malfoy turned to the reporters, who were utterly silent, trying to get every single word they could understand from that distance and Hermione heard Malfoy swear under his breath.

Hermione walked away, but only got a few steps before two strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her from the ground. Hermione struggled, trying to wiggle from his grasp, but he only gripped her tighter, lifting her into the house before shutting the door behind them.

Hermione stood there, a scowl on her face, arms crossed, waiting for him to go off on her. So when he turned on her, his famous sneer on his face, she wasn't surprised in the least.

"What the hell was that, Granger?" He yelled, "Now everyone really is going to think we're together!"

Hermione barked out a bitter laugh, "Because that would be the end of the world, wouldn't it, Malfoy?"

Malfoy was about to respond when Narcissa walked into the room, causing both to turn their attention to her, ceasing the argument, causing an eery silence to fall over the room.

Hermione broke it first, "Mrs. Malfoy-"

Narcissa held her hand up, "Please, Miss. Granger, call me Narcissa."

Hermione sighed, "Narcissa, could I please use your floo to get to the Burrow?"

Narcissa's face softened and she nodded, "Of course."

Narcissa led Hermione to the fireplace and handed her the floo powder as Hermione stepped inside. Hermione straightened up, glancing at Malfoy, catching him looking at her.

He hurriedly looked away and focused back on the newspaper he really wasn't reading. Hermione sighed and smiled appreciatively at Narcissa before throwing the floo powder on the logs of the fireplace, yelling weakly, "The burrow!"

Long green flames tickled her ankles and she glanced one more time at the boy holding the newspaper and as walls turned around her, the one thing that stayed in her mind were his damn gray eyes.

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