Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Draco's heart twinged a little at the fact that he'd just had one of the worst fights with his parents he had ever had.

It was more than worth it though. It warmed Draco's heart to see that he was willing to fight harder for his right to be with Hermione than he had fought to resist becoming a death-eater. It was, Draco thought, his very own proof that she meant more to him than his own life did.

'Loving someone else means putting them before yourself. Always.'

These words echoed through Draco's mind like it had been whispered into the opening of a deep, dark cavern. Probably his empty brain Draco thought hysterically.

Those were the words, his mother's words. The day he had sarcastically asked her what loving someone even meant anyway. Guess the irony was on him now because he had found love and it was with the little bossy, know it all, Hermione Granger.

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Hermione groaned as she threw the fourth and final dress on the floor. She needed a dress for this wretched dinner with Malfoy tonight but it was imperitive that she send the right message with what she wore.

She needed sexy, but not desperate. Elegant with just the right amount of class and her outfit needed to scream independence so that he would look at her and know that regardless of the previous nights events, she could walk away and not turn back if that was what she had to do.

Hermione huffed and threw herself into the chair by the fire in the drawing room of Grimauld Place. She stared at the framed insect she had put on the mantle piece this morning when she woke.

If her outfit problems couldn't be sorted right now she thought she might as well rectify something else that had been bugging her.

She got up and grabbed the photo frame that held Rita Skeeter. Staring at the beetle, Hermione tried to decide what to do with her. She thought of all the grief Rita had put her through lately. All the unnecessary heartache. Like a flood, all Rita's past misgivings came rushing back to her. Rita had not only messed with Hermione but with many a witch or wizard over the years. Hermione doubted whether or not Rita Skeeter would even be missed.

Hermione supposed it wouldn't be too hard to just squish the bug under her foot and be done with it. Then again, would that make her any better than Voldemort or Bellatrix? But Rita is a nuisance. Hermione countered. I'm sure Voldemort thought a lot of the people he killed were nuisances too.

Hermione growled in annoyance. There was only one person who would help her make the right choice.

She picked up the enclosed beetle and made her way to her longest friend's room.

"Harry?" She called in a small voice, knocking on his door.

Harry opened the door and found Hermione standing there with a look of sorrow and guilt etched on her features.

Before he was able to say a word, Hermione began her apology. It was important to her that she set things right with him.

"Harry I'm so sorry- I've been a mess- But that's no excuse- Ron, no Nina- I mean Rita! Yes, it was Rita- but then Draco- oh gosh!"

Hermione stopped and took a deep breath to compose herself but Harry cut in first.

"Wow. He really did a number on you huh?" He said looking at his friend.

Hermione just stared at Harry for a moment before his mouth curved into a grin and he began to shake with laughter.

"Oh Harry I'm so sorry!" She yelled springing herself into his arms. "I've been such a horrible friend."