Let Me Down . (Dramione)

Hermione was standing in front of his room , and the wooden door looked heavy and large , she thought, probably representing her own discomfort with the situation she was in . She focused on them again , notesing fresh black did love luxury after all she contemplated, even in death . She knew what she had to do , but that didn't make it any easier, though. At this point, the only thing that was separating her and the horror she was expecting to find on the other side of the wall was a doorknob. Well, she made a decision and a promise to his mother that she'll do whatever it takes to help him , even though he didn't want her help . On the contrary, he'd rather die than tell her the truth . His pride was , again , more important to him than his life , at least, that's the case when it comes to her . It didn't matter anymore. She took a deep breath , closed her eyes, and turned on the doorknob. Opening the room , she didn't find what she expected, the walls weren't dark green or black , they were painted white, one the opposite side of the door was glass covered wall , fresh air was coming from one of the windows, the place appeared to be very bright from the light coming through the windows . She moved her eyes, and her gaze fell on the man lying in bed. His once blonde hair now seemed almost white , the morning sunray hitting his face , giving his hair almost sliver finish. He was sleeping, and Hermione had to admit , laying down without the constant smirk he held on his face, he looked even more attractive than she considered him to be . In secret, she'd sneak a peek at him when he wasn't looking while he was sitting in front of her desk , waisting her time . Now , she realised he was only ever waisting his time . Since he had a lot less than her , and that made her mad . He was willing to die, and he would rather end his own life than ask her for help . What else was she expecting from him . It's Draco Malfoy, after all.

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