Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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"Uh." Ron stammered at the door.

Draco raised an eyebrow at the ginger haired man standing there.

Ron shook his head trying to remember why exactly he was there in the first place.

He had come to Hermione's house ready to fall down on his knees and beg her for forgiveness. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was and how much he missed her. He wanted her to see how miserable he had been without her and how horrible life was when she wasn't there.

Harry had reluctantly relayed her whereabouts and tried to say more but Ron was out the door before he could hear the rest.

Now he was staring into the slate grey eyes of his own childhood enemy and wondering what the hell kind of freaky dream this was.

"Uh." He said again. He really needed to stop doing that. He sounded stupider than he felt.

Draco was the first to verbalize anything intelligent. "Spit it out Weasley, I haven't got all night."

That brought Ron back instantly.

"What the hell are you doing in Hermione's house?! Get out you foul death eater!" Ron said bravely, even though technically he was the one standing at the door.

Draco's eye twitched in irritation. If this noob woke Hermione up unnecessarily, he was going to go apeshit on his ass.

"Stop yelling you idiot! This is my home too. Granger lives here! Wait here. I'll go get her." Draco turned on his heel and left Ron standing in the foyer by the coat hanger and shoe rack.

Every step towards his bedroom felt like a step towards his own death. Daunting, dreadful and agonizing.

He knew that when he woke her from her sex induced bliss that everything between them would be over.

Over before it really even had the chance to begin.

Draco held back the angry tears as he crawled on to his bed and cuddled Hermione. He hated that he had to wake her up but the Weasel finding out about them wasn't entirely his choice to make. If anything, it was hers and he would do right by her and give her that choice.

He kissed her sweetly on the lips before gently shaking her. "Hermione?"

She stirred the tiniest bit and a smile spread across her face as she groggily blinked.

"Hermione wake up love. There's some-" Draco was cut off as she very forcefully grabbed his neck and brought his lips crashing down into her own.

He smiled against her lips as he savoured what he very well knew may be their last kiss.

Too soon for his liking, he drew back. "You need to get up, there's someone here to see you."

Hermione, still half asleep, gave him a confused look. "Who?"

She moved to sit up in the dark and he made way for her to.

Even in the dark, Hermione could sense Draco's disheartened aura. "Um, Ron."

Hermione's eyes bulged and she sprung out of bed. "Are you kidding me?!" She whisper-yelled. "What the fuck?"

She frantically ran around the room trying to find her clothing in the dark and managing to find only her bra and her wand.

Accio dress! She said casting her wand aside to shimmy into her dress.

Draco sat silently with his head bowed. Part of him wanted to rage, part of him wanted to cry. He wasn't sure which part was most dominant yet.