Dramione - Hate Is A Strong Word

Chapter 8

Warning to all; this chapter might be destressing for some readers. I strongly recommend ages 10 and under not to read it. xx

Chapter 8

~Draco's POV~

I sat on the couch, reading as usual, before the engagement party. I waited for Hermione, so I didn't have to walk there alone. I heard her bedroom door open and I looked up, Weaselette was striding from Hermione's room out the common room door, purposely not looking at me. She was in her dress and she had done her hair and make-up. She did look lovely, I had to admit. I knew lots of boys fancied her, although no one in Slytherin admitted it, but it was clear she had always been after Potter. Before she left I said,

"Weaselette." She stopped just as she was at the door. I walked over to her.

"What?" She said glaring at me.

"I just wanted to say thanks for letting me come to your engagement party." She nodded, now looking at the floor.

Pulling open the door, she stopped mid action, as I said,

"You and Potter make a nice couple." She looked me in the eyes when I said this, searching for a hint of humour or sarcasm. When she failed to find these things, confusion spread across her face.

"Thanks." she replied sceptic, and she continued walking out the door.

I smiled to myself, I wasn't used to being nice to people, it felt weird, but oddly good. I forced myself to say that about her and Potter, I really hated to complement people, especially when it involved Potter, but it was the right and polite thing to do. Plus it did make me feel better about myself, after all, they had allowed me to go to their party. I sat back down and picked up my book.

Hermione's bedroom door opened once again, but this time Hermione cautiously stepped out. I stood up as she walked into the room. My mouth gaped open, I was beyond words, she was absolutely stunning. Her striking red dress swept graciously to the floor, around her body. The dress accentuated her curvy waist and revealed part of her long legs, every time she walked. Swaying in time to the rhythm of her footsteps, her hair cascaded down her smooth, slender back. It took everything in me to stay rooted to the spot and not run and take her in my arms. As I met her sparkling eyes, I saw her angelic face, which had a touch of make up to enhance her eyelashes and make her cheekbones more prominent. She was dazzling, definitely the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. She was heavenly.

"I, I, I...... You look beautiful." I finally managed to say, still awestruck.

She blushed. She looked wonderful when she blushed. "Thanks, you look pretty good yourself, Draco."

I snapped out of my daze and looked down at what I was wearing, "Oh, oh yeah, um thanks." I smiled, "But don't I always." I flashed her my cheeky smirk and winked at her.

She blushed, yet again. I wasn't prepared, her beauty overwhelmed me. Once I recovered I jokingly held out my arm for her to take "Let's be on our way." She took my arm and grinned as we walked out the common room together.

She stopped just before we turned the corner to Great Hall.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, concerned.

"You better go first, so no one sees us together. I don't want Ron going crazy again."

"Yeah, okay. Of course. Bye." I walked off, disheartened, because I desperately wanted to spend the evening with Hermione, which was impossible.

I had a good night, I danced and joked around with Blaise. But, most of all, I looked over at Hermione, having a good time, with her friends. She laughed constantly with Weaselette. The scene looked perfect.