Hermione's POV:
Hermione got hardly any sleep, she was up all night thinking about Ron and surprisingly, Draco. Why had he come over to her?
Draco's POV:
Draco tried to fight it but he couldn't. He couldn't stop the pictures of a pretty young witch with wavy (sometimes frizzy) brown hair and beautiful big chocolate brown eyes. Wait...what...what was he thinking, no the Mudblood was the ugliest person he had ever seen, apart from Potter and Weasel.
Hermione's POV:
Hermione got out of bed, still in her robes from yesterday, and went to the bathroom. She brushed her brown hair, which was bushy that day, and then she brushed her perfectly pearly white teeth. After that she slowly, wearily walked downstairs to breakfast, a makeup less face. She had dark rings around her tired eyes. The hall was full of happy people, she saw Ron, sitting beside Harry, motionlessly staring at the food that lay in front of him, who which was unusual because he usually ate like a pig. She also spotted Draco who was wierdly, staring at her, looking away when she looked over, very strange. She decided to ignore it and she walked over to the Gryffindor table to sit beside Ginny, ignoring Ron. She ate her food silently, oblivious to the questions being asked by Ginny and Harry, because her vision and path of thought was blurred by unhappiness. Draco...Draco...Draco...no Hermione, she thought to herself.
Draco POV:
Stupid Weasel. Making Hermione feel so bad. He definitely had feelings for her. He looked across the tables and saw her beautiful brown eyes staring downwards, her eyebrows furrowed. She was definitely sad about Ron. He was snapped out of his daydream by Goyle poking his fat finger and asking him to pass the food. Obviously.
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Forbidden Destiny (Dramione)
FanfictionHermione looked round the door to see Ron kissing Lavander Brown. Again. She had had enough, maybe her true love wasn't her true love after all. Until Draco came along that is. ------- Its fifth year and anything could happen... ----- All characte...
