Dramione the unlikely

Intercepting

3rd person
Draco
Draco slammed his face into my pillow repeatedly, so much he started to be very dizzy. He stopped and jut started to cry.
He had rarely cried, not since he was ordered to kill Dumbledoor.
He shook the thought out of his head and got up. His lungs were tightened and he couldn't get good breaths. His tears were gone, he had run dry, but he still felt like crying.
1st person
Draco

Malfoys don't cry. Malfoys make others cry. I was humiliated. I slammed my pillow into my face and screamed.
My stomach was still swimming with butterflies. They wouldn't leave. I wanted to rip open my stomach and claw them out.
I got dizzy and my heart beat in my ears. I stopped slamming the pillow and pulled back the drapes around my bed. The room was empty and dark, because of the storm, but I could make everything out just fine.
I stood up and staggered to the door, still dizzy. I opened the door and saw the common room buzzing with energy. I knew none of these people....
I felt ashamed as people stared at my passing. My cheeks flushed red, until I forced them to stop. I turned my expression granite.
I strode passed the younger kids with long strides and passion pulsing through my legs, willing me forth.
I pushed open the doors and they slammed behind me. I was mad now. Granger had probably put a love potion on me. Ya, that made since. The little Mudbloood was always find of me.
I growled through my teeth and narrowed my eyes to slits. I marched to the Gryffindor common room. I knew where it was because I am just awesome.
Anger was pulsing through my veins so much that the butterflies stopped fluttering. I marched myself up the many moving staircases and was finally face to face with the Gryffindor portrait.
A fat woman sitting in a scenic area wore all white and looked very old fashioned. She had brown hair that was tight in a bun. It was woven in braids.
I growled at her "Where's Hermione Stinking Granger" She looked almost offended.
"Why she's out. I never expected a Slytherin demanding to see a Gryffindor" She said, mockingly. I scrunched up my face and spat on the floor.
I didn't ask to see her!!! I just wanted to know where the filthy Mudblood is!" I demanded. The woman in the portrait covered her ears at the word. "Oi! Draco! What are you doing here?" Said Neville, the new head boy since Ron didn't return. I turned on my heel and faced him full on. I was a head taller.
"None of your business. Where's Granger?" I snapped.
Neville glared. "She's heading down fourth Corridor. Stay away from her, Malfoy"
I made a face at him and he waited until I had left before entering through the portrait.
I headed towards fourth corridor and crept up the hallway. It was empty. Suddenly, a thought sprung into my head.
I walked to the space in the wall that was in the middle, hidden by violet curtains. I pushed all my thought to one. "I need to see Hermione"
I opened my eyes and a door stood in front of me. It was very fancy, almost fancier than what you would fine in Malfoy Manner. Almost Fancier...
I opened it and Hermione stood in front of a large mirror. Just by glancing at the frame, I knew it was the mirror of Ersied and lowered my eyes.
She was curled up in a ball, apparently asleep. Her face was red and puffy. Her eyes were swollen. She has been crying.
My anger melted away at the sight of her. Butterflies slowly returned to my empty stomach. I hadn't eaten since breakfast.
She looked peaceful, except for her expression. "Episkey" I whispered. Her face cleared up and she looked pale, but she was even more peaceful. Prettier, more beautiful.
She stirred but didn't wake. Her chest rose and fell, and her hair was arums her face. I sat beside her, without a sound.
I reached out a shaky hand and pushed her unruly curls out of face. She is so beautiful. My face flushed red and more butterflies swirled in my stomach.
I placed a delicate kiss on her cheek. It was very salty, she had been really sobbing.
Her cheeks turned red. I finally tore my gaze from her to the mirror. When I looked into it, I saw myself and Hermione.
I was shocked. She was tall and tan. I was taller still and.. happy. My eyes didn't seem hollow or depressed. I was truly happy. My heart raced and I swore it could've woken Hermione up.
I looked back at her. She wouldn't be comfortable on the floor. I felt so embarrassed. If she had put a love potion, the mirror wouldn't have showed that.
I got off my knees and pointed a wand at her. "W-Wingardium Leviso" she flew up in the air, still sleeping. Her hair hung below her in a big blob, and her arms kept on her chest.
I backed out the door, keeping Hermione in the air and being careful not to bump her. I was worried.
This was so crazy. I had feelings for her. It made me almost happy. I maneuvered my way down to the Gryffindor common room.
The fat woman in the portrait smiled happily at me and her. I snarled. She stopped me from going through. "See, everyone can be nice"
I growled low, careful not to wake Hermione. "you saw nothing" I hissed. The chubby woman crossed her heart. But she didn't swing open.
"Look, I am sorry boy, but I really can't let you in. Rules. I need a password" She said, a deep regret digging into every word she said.
When I was to stunned to say a word, she whispered, "Gillyweed" and I repeated it to her. She smiled and swung open.
I dropped my wand and caught Hermione gently. She was still so peaceful. The whole common room was empty and very dark. I felt my way with my feet. I cast a silencing spell on myself and crept up the stairs.
Sneakily, I found an empty common room bed and tucked Hermione in. I quickly scribbled down a note.
I put it in her hand, still careful lot to wake her. I then crept down the stairs and made it safely through the pitch black common room.
I I closed the portrait behind me, I let out a large breath I didn't know I was holding.
A figure stood in front of me. Blaise. "So, Malfoy, who are you delivering"