i love you to death ♡ (dramione)

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--hey, i just want to say that (FINALLY!!!!) part of this story will be written in Draco's POV, and so will most of the chapters after this one. (I am doing this to make the story more interesting, so I hope that you guys enjoy!! Ty!! *Kamile* --

Draco's POV -

I woke up to find that Hermione wasn't in the bed, sleeping beside me, like she should've been. I quickly bolt up from where I'm laying down, and my heart begins to race.

Where is she?!?! Where did she go?!?!?!?! What happened to her?!?!

I look around the room, and when I spot her, I let out a sigh of relief, quickly realizing that I had been holding in my breath...

She was sleeping peacefully on the couch, but looked cold, so I got up from my bed, and put my fuzzy blanket over her.

When I put it over her, she instantly stopped shivering, and she pulled it closer to her, smiling the slightest bit in her sleep.

She looked so cute when she slept...

I decided to go make her breakfast, so I walked over to the kitchen area, and began to cook an omelet, which I knew was one of her favorite breakfast dishes.

I also began to make some tea, and I knew that she loved Chamomile in the morning, with her spinach omelet, so I was practically making her the 'meal of her dreams'.

I chuckled at that thought, and I thought about how big the smile on her face would be when she wakes up and smells the breakfast.

I honestly cannot wait to tease her about it...

I finish up the omelet, and pour the hot tea into a mug, and on cue, Hermione wakes up.

She's clearly a morning person, because right as she wakes up, she jumps up from the couch, and races towards the kitchen to grab the dish with the omelet straight out of my hands.

"Hey?!?! That was clearly for me." I state, obviously lying to her.

"Yeah right!!" She says, quickly getting a fork, and stuffing the omelet in her mouth.

I chuckle.

I bring her tea over to her, and her eyes widen.

"Chamomile??" She says, still munching on her omelet.

"Of course, but as I said before, it's for me." I say back, smirking.

She rolls her eyes, and reaches her arms out to me, to try grabbing the cup, but I pull it away from her, just in time.

I begin to pretend that I'm going to take a sip from the mug, but she gives me those irresistible puppy eyes of hers, so I stop teasing her.

I sigh, and say, "Fine.", handing the cup over to her. I watch her sip the tea, with a cute, happy look on her face.

"Uhhh...I'm just wondering, how do you know that Dumbledore will let us stay here all day, instead of going to our classes??" I ask her.

"Oh, so that's the thing..." She begins to say, slyly. "I don't exactly know that, because he didn't say that we could skip classes."

"So wait, we're going to skip class...?" i ask her, not knowing if this is the real Hermione. She would never miss a class. Not for anyone...

"Well, if you put it that way, yes. I mean, he never exactly said that we couldn't skip our classes... But either way, Draco, yes... I'm skipping classes, for you." she replies.

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course I would." she says, and begins to blush a little.

I start to blush, too, and we both sit there for a few seconds, until she starts to speak again.