Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Draco scolded himself for a third time as he scooped his poached eggs on to two pieces of toast coated in golden butter.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop himself from humming to the tune of a muggle song titled, Can't Help Falling in Love while he made breakfast.

He began to prepare a plate for Hermione too and swore out loud as he caught himself humming again.

A giggle sounded across the room and Draco whipped his head up to see Hermione dressed in a pair of patched jeans, a loose, striped t-shirt blouse and a pair of light brown suede ankle booties.

She was dressed casually but the way her jeans defined her athletic figure had him almost forgetting the embarrassing moment she caught him in. That was until she spoke.

"Are you humming Elvis Presley?" Hermione asked astonished.

"No!" Draco hurriedly denied, flushing pink.

At Hermione's smug look, he quickly decided to turn the table. "I prefer the UB40 cover actually."

Hermione's smug look was replaced with a look of pure shock and amusement. "WHAT?!" She almost yelled. "Ali Campbell? You, Draco Malfoy, know UB40?"

Despite feeling unbelievably exposed and vulnerable, Draco couldn't help but smirk. Out smarting Hermione Granger was a rare thing.

No one knew Draco loved muggle music. Not his friends, his parents, no one. Not even the paintings within the Manor knew. Draco only ever enjoyed the sound of muggle bands like UB40 in the soundproofed comfort of his old bedroom.

He quickly realized that there was literally no better person he could have chosen to know this about him. Hermione being a muggle-born witch would know almost, (if not all) the music Draco so secretly loved for so many years.

Hermione glowered at Draco's cheeky smirk playfully. She still couldn't believe it!

She pranced over to Draco and stood before him, eyes drilling him down trying to uncover a lie or joke lying somewhere beneath the surface. She came up empty handed.

"Favorite UB40 song?" She challenged.

"Kingston Town." Draco bit back instantly, his eyes turning a darker shade as he accepted the challenge.

Hermione looked taken aback but recovered enough to fire another question at him. "Red Hot Chilli.."

"Peppers." Draco answered with a smug tone.

Hermione huffed. "Singer of American Woman?"

"Lenny Kravitz"

Hermione swore. "I was sure you'd fail that last one."

Draco chuckled and reached out his arms. Hermione slipped into them easily as though they were made for her.

"Believe me yet?" Draco whispered against the top of her head.

"I suppose." Hermione hummed against his bare chest. "Your skin is so soft." She whispered as an after thought.

"So is yours. Speaking of which, why do you have clothes on?" Draco commented.

Hermione's face fell and she drew away from Draco to look him in the eye. "I have to go and see Ron today."

Draco's face distorted into a look of pure disdain and he turned towards the kitchen sink. He sighed as he felt Hermione's delicate hands brush up against his back and over his shoulders.

"Draco, please understand. I'm just going to set the record straight. I'll be back soon I promise." She said, voice quivering a little.

Draco felt his guards lifting like big iron, air pressure doors. He quickly composed himself and dropped into an emotionless state. "Do what you need to do. You are your own person. You don't need my permission or understanding to do that."