Dramione Oneshots

It's You

"Go!" Hermione stood angrily in the hall with her fists clenched to her sides. "To your rooms, now!" She took her furry out on Harry and Ron.

She was furious that Ron hadn't asked her to the Yule Ball. That neither Ron or him had the balls to ask her. Instead, Viktor Krum had. Viktor was a nice person, surprisingly, but Hermione wasn't into him and it didn't help that he kept stepping on her toes everytime they danced.

"Bu..."

Harry grabbed Ron's arm. He shook his head at his clueless friend. "We should listen. Come on, Ron." After her friends left up the staircase, she started walking around blindly.

Rain pattered and thundered, bringing her back into the present. She found herself standing on the edge of the school leading to the courtyard. Rain poured down outside, reflecting her mood.

She sat down on the edge, making sure to keep out of the rain. She curled in on herself and let the tears freely flow.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there like that but she was grateful that noone had tried to look for. Footsteps stumbled toward her. "There you are."

She curled farther in on herself. "Go away!" Why did she have to jinx herself? Of course, he would be the one to find her.

Instead of listening to her, the unwanted visitor sat down beside her. "I heard you mothered Weasle and Potter so hard that you had them whimpering in fear." He chortled to himself.

His words made her heart sink. Of course, he was only there for his enjoyment, not because he cared. "Go away, Malfoy!" She practically snarled

She growled to herself. Why did she have to have a crush on him, on Malfoy. She was already distraught for liking two guys at the same time.

She could feel him pause beside her. There were several long, grateful, seconds of silence. "Why would I leave when I have been searching for you for the past hour!" He sounded exasperated.

Hermione's heart stopped then thudded into overdrive. "You what?" Drat, why did she sound so hopeful.

Malfoy sighed. "Do not make me repeat myself." He stood up from his spot and offered her his hand. "You shouldn't cry over someone like Weasle."

She couldn't help it, the words tumbled out before she could stop them. "Then who should I cry over, you?" The retort was sharp and intended to inflict pain, and it would have if it had been directed at anyone other than Malfoy.

"No." His immediate response startled her. Malfoy took advantage of her shocked state and hauled her to her feet. "You shouldn't cry over anyone because you're freaking Granger."

His words startled her once again. They also infuriated her. "What is that supposed to mean!"

Instead of answering her, he looked over his shoulder. The small smile that spread to his lips was her only warning. He ran out into the downpour, pulling her along with him. The torrent of rain pelted down, drowning out any noise while successfully making her look like a drowned rat. She looked at him with furry in her eyes. Her look softened when she saw his white hair pelted to his forehead and a wide grin on his face.

He pulled her closer. She lost her footing in the cursed heels that she wore and stumbled into him. He snaked one arm around her waist to steady her. "You shouldn't cry because you're the smartest, bravest, snarkiest person I know. You can also be a complete idiot sometimes." He whispered into her ear. She was positive that she wasn't supposed to have actually heard him but she had.

She looked up at him with wide eyes. For once, he wasn't looking at her with loathing eyes. His greys were shining brightly and filled with a tender emotion. They were stunning.

Before a rational thought could come, she wrapped an arm around his neck. "I was actually furious that you hadn't asked me to the dance." In that moment, those words wrung true. In that moment, she felt herself falling for Malfoy more and more.

He looked down at her with confused eyes. Slowly, though it only took nanoseconds, the confusion turned into awe. A pale hand snaked itself to her face to cup her cheek. He leaned down to her and stopped right before their lips met. "Granger." He choked out.

She bit her lip before raising to her toes to meet the distance. Her lips crashed into his. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Anyone looking would just see a lovesick couple making out in the downpour, they would never know that it was the muggle-born bookworm and the Slytherin prince.