Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Draco stretched and let out a quiet yawn as he woke next to a snoozing Hermione.

For a while he just lay there staring at her. He couldn't believe how crazy he was about her. How much influence she had on him. Never in all Draco's life would he have thought that he'd feel this way about another human. And a muggle-born no less. Not that that mattered to him anymore. Hermione was more than just a muggle-born, she was his muggle-born and he would protect her with his life.

Draco thought about Astoria, he needed to make things right. But he also needed to be honest and tell the girl and her family that he couldn't marry her. Draco knew that his parents would be furious but when he glanced at the faded tattoo on his forearm, he didn't care. Gone were the days where he did things that made himself miserable just to please them. No more. He thought. It's time to live how I want.

Draco scooted across the bed and wrapped the still sleeping Hermione in his arms, kissing her lips, cheeks and trailing little pecks down her neck. Draco drew back before he got carried away and got out of the bed quietly.

He used her bathroom to freshen up and wash his face, then grabbing his wand and jacket, he made his way down the stairs and towards the front door.

As he reached the ground floor however, he was almost tripped up as Kreacher, the old house elf came into view.

"Master Malfoy!" Kreacher gurgled. "It is an honor to be in your presence. Kreacher has been surrounded by half-bloods, blood traitors and mudbloods for far too long.!"

Draco instinctively grabbed the elf by the throat like a rag doll. "What did I tell you about calling her a mudblood?!" Draco sneered.

But the elf looked as though Christmas had come early. "Oh yes Master, please discipline Kreacher. These half wits are too soft and mushy. Gone are the days of good pummeling for Kreacher!"

Draco dropped the elf in disgust. "You are one weird little thing." Draco murmured.

"Please Master, instruct Kreacher to punish himself. Kreacher deserves it." The ugly little elf carried on and Draco had to fight the urge to nail him to the front door like he had previously threatened.

"Why hasn't Potter freed you yet?" Draco said to the elf.

"Because, no matter how much I try, he refuses any sort of clothing and he's actually too smart for me to trick." Harry replied standing at the other end of the hallway by the kitchen.  "Coffee?" He asked gesturing to the kitchen and walking towards it.

Draco took another look at the manky elf and followed Harry into the kitchen.

Harry poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Draco as Draco took a seat at the breakfast bar.

"Do you want a house elf?" Harry asked Draco. "He refuses to leave of his own accord but I somehow get the feeling that if you asked him to be yours he would do so willingly."

Draco shook his head. "Nah. I'd probably kill him. Then Hermione would kill me."

There was a moment of silence before both men started to chuckle as they realized just how true that statement really was.

"Thanks for coming over  last night Malfoy. I do admit your methods weren't exactly what Ginny and I were expecting but hey if it works...well," Harry blushed a little as he sipped his coffee.

"Why in Merlin's pants are you going red Potter?  Have you never had sex before?" Draco asked. "God's you Gryffindors are so prudish!"

"Trust me, we are not prudish." Said Ginny bouncing into the kitchen. "We just know how to use silencing charms." She added giggling as she swooped in on Harry and pecked him on the neck.