I love you Mudblood : a Dramione fanfiction

~four~

Days passed, weeks passed, teasings and flirting went past, and soon, the Christmas Holidays arrived. Hermione hadn't planned on going home, her parents were preoccupied with work, and it also allowed her to prepare for her examinations. She envisioned herself surrounded by textbooks, with a quill and premium-blue ink, crowding away in the knowledge the writings possessed. Not in any way, was she complaining; she loved studying. She sighed and threw on her warm robes, to shield herself from the terrible cold creeping up the walls of the castle, and she hurried downstairs to the Gryffindor quarters to say her goodbyes to the vacationing students...

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After a stressful round of farewells, Hermione was left on her own. She decided to start preparing  for the OWLs and grabbed a Potions textbook. After merely a couple minutes, her stomach started to rumble. "Ugh, great''. This forced her to go eat in the giant hall all by her lonesome self. Hermione wasn't excited, least said.

She decided she didn't want to pretty herself for dinner, and walked out the common room in her pyjamas, with the textbook resting in the crook of her arm. Besides, no one important was going to be there...

Hermione plopped down on her usual seat at the Gryffindor benches and opened her book to the marked page. She grabbed some salad and baked potatoes. She looked around, there were the Ravenclaw twins, their boyfriends and, and.. no one else. She was really dreading this Christmas.

Hermione was getting slightly infuriated by the gigglings and (loud) mushy sounds the couples were making, which didnt allow her to be able to concentrate clearly. A few seconds later, footsteps approaching the hall were audible, and Hermione whipped her head, hoping a friend or an acquaintaince would take her out of her misery. Instead at the gates, stood a very anxious-looking Draco- without Crabbe and Goyle. He was dressed in his Slytherin Robes and his platinum hair, iconically slicked back. He searched the hall, and locked eyes with the exhausted-looking Hermione. Hermione quickly looked down to her plate, a glowingl red tint plastered on her cheeks.

She hears shuffling, she looks to her right, to see Syltherin green robes and slicked-back platinum hair and groans. 

'Ugh, did you have to sit here?", she mumbles, loud enough for him to hear her. Draco doesnt reply, but simply stares at her.

"What?", Hermione says flustered, pushing her hair to the front , trying to hide her face.

A few quiet minutes go by, with Hermione buried in her book, and Draco staring intensively at the wall.

"Could you pass me the salad?" Hermione says, still not taking her eyes off her book. 

"Sure... oh wait, Hermione, you can have mine, I'm not hungry", Draco replies.

"Oh ok", Hermione says, surprised that 1) he used her first name and not Granger or 'Mione and 2) he wasnt using that egotistical tone of his. Draco passed his plate to her and folded his arms on the table, watching her.

This was all too strange, DRaco never sat next to her, least of all share his SALAD with her. Something was going on, but before Hermione could inquire to him her thoughts, Draco got up from the bench and left, without a goodbye or anythin. Well, that was the only thing expected.

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After her feast, Hermione headed to her favourite place to read in Hogwarts. It was a cozy bay window on the east wing, where anyone rarely passed through. As she sat on the comfortable windowsill, she opened up her book, with a satisfied sigh. 

AFter a short time, Hermione heard footsteps. SHe turned her head to the direction of the sound. In the large doorway, Professor McGonagall appears. 

"I thought i'd find you here. Come with me, dear", She states with a comforting smile.