TW: Some gay slurs that hurt me to write
Idk, I just got the idea for this story and I really liked how it turned out! Enjoy!
Hermione sighs and walks into the Heads Dorms. She groans and flops onto the green and silver sofa. She drops her bag full of homework on the floor and kicks off her shoes.
She hears something shuffling around in her room and she tenses.
"Malfoy?" She calls cautiously.
***
Draco freezes, his hand in Hermione's jewlery box. Shit. She was here earlier than expected. He looks up into the mirror and panics.
He hears someone jiggle the door knob and his blood runs cold. Light floods into the room and he wants to die.
***
Hermione freeezes in shock and stares at Draco and he stares at her. They just stand there and Draco suddenly drops the tube of lipstick and bolts out off the room. Hermione hears the Dorm door slam and she watches the tube of pale pink lipstick roll on the floor until it stops, nudging her foot like a faithful pet.
She did not just see that. She did not see THE Draco Malfoy wearing a full face of makeup. And, Blimey, it was better than she had ever done. Where the bloody hell did he learn to do that? Why the bloody hell does he do that?
She picks up the tube of lipstick in disbelif and stares at it. Dear God, she needed to talk to Draco.
***
Dracos heart pound as he splashes cold water onto his face in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Oh My God, Hermione saw him. She's going to tell everyone. Draco sobs and slides down the wall. He feels black rivers of mascara and tears run down his cheeks.
***
Hermione rips open her closet and see's some dresses rumpled in the back. She takes out a tight black dress Ginny had bought for her a time back and presses it to her face. She inhales deeply and Draco. His scent. This wasn't his first time in her room.
***
"Malfoy." Hermione greets as Draco walks into the common room after a restless night of no sleep.
Draco nods at her but doesn't make eye contact. He goes to the small kitchenette they have and puts a tea kettle to boil. It was Saturday, therefore they didn't have any classes, and Draco planned on spending it avoiding Hermione at all costs.
He pours the boiling water in a cup and turns to look at Hermione, still in the common room, staring at her hands. Draco sips his tea and waits for her to leave with Weaslete like she ussually did.
"Malfoy? Can we talk?" She asks and he slightly jumps. He sighs and worry flows through his veins instead of the usual blood, but he puts a cool, calm mask on.
"What's there to talk about, Granger?" He sneers. Hermione sighs.
"Look, Malfoy, I'm not gonna tell anyone." She says, "I'm not disgusted either, just shocked. I mean, my greatest enemy does his makeup better than I do. Bloody hell, you probably wear my dresses better than I do." Draco doesn't know what to say to that.
Hermione gets up and walks to stand infront of Draco. He stares down at her and sets his cup down and sighs.
"Thanks, Granger. I-I apreciate it." He says softly, looking at his bare feet, wishing he was wearing Hermiones high heeled boots instead.
Hermione stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around his neck and places her head on his shouder. He stiffens at the hug, but soon relaxes and places his hands on her lower back and lays his head on her brown nest of hair.
