Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Hermione sat fiddling with the hem of the tablecloth while Draco browsed the wine list. She looked around the restaurant, everything in here seemed so posh and modern. Not at all a very common characteristic for a wizarding Restaurant.

The restaurant, fairly new on the up and coming list of places to eat (found on page 18 of the Daily Prophet each week), was called the Silver Dragon.

Hermione had seen ads in the paper about this place and had always planned on coming here only she never found the time to, nor the company.

Draco's brow furrowed as he read the descriptions of the wines below their labels and Hermione caught herself staring at him, lost in thought.

Here in front of her sat this man. This charming, gorgeous, mysteriously troubled man. A man whom she loathed as a kid, despised even. As a boy, he had made her feel all the worst feelings any human being ever could have done and yet, here he sat. On a date. With her.

Hermione didn't think she would ever really be able to pick exactly when it was she stopped loathing and started liking Draco Malfoy and to think that out of every human being in the world right now, Muggle and Magical, it had been him that had truly stolen her heart.

Draco felt her eyes on him and looked up. "Do I look that good do I?" He smirked noting her vacant expression.

Hermione grinned. "Ew. Get over yourself!" She laughed throwing her napkin at him.

He chuckled as he caught the napkin and with his free hand he reached out to her and secured his hand on the nape of her neck.

"Come here." He said in a low voice, pulling her into him and kissing her succulent lips.

Hermione's fingertips traced the shape of his chiseled jawline as she daintily kissed him back until they were interrupted by a shriek of pure horror.

"DRACO!" she screeched, dropping the pad and pen in her hand. "What in Salazar's name do you think you're doing?!"

Draco and Hermione both turned to see Pansy Parkinson standing over their table wearing a waitress uniform and looking like she had just witnessed a murder.

Draco's face reflected a mixture of fury, irritation and loathing at the young woman standing before them and the actions she had just taken.

The rest of the crowded restaurant seemed to have been put on pause and a silencing charm cast on the room as they watched the scene unfold before them.

Pansy didn't seem to care and Hermione braced herself for the loudest, most public debacle she had ever been apart of since the war. She mentally made a note to never show her face here again.

"What the hell are you doing here kissing this- this- SCUM!!" Pansy yelled, outraged. "Your mother said you had moved elsewhere, she didn't mention it was to the SLUMS!"

At this, Draco drew his wand and stood, causing Hermione to stand as well. If she had to, she would stop Draco from killing Parkinson in front of all these people, as his aura suggested he was very likely to do. With his face set in an almost steel-like appearance, he spoke.

"If you wish to keep your tongue Parkinson, you will leave this restaurant now and never set foot in here again." He swallowed hard, trying to contain the fury that Hermione could feel emanating from his body.

"In case you haven't noticed already, I work here." She sneered as though this settled it.

"Not anymore you don't. Who do you think is the Silver Dragon, idiot girl? Leave!" He said dangerously.

Pansy gave him a filthy look and turned on her heel to leave. When she got to the glass doors she turned around and spat, "If that's the type of filth you're into these days then you're worse off than she is. My father was right about you...weak. Wait until everyone hears what a filthy blood traitor you've become. You might as well dye your hair red."