Hermione has a secret. She's known it for a while and it's changing her. People have noticed she's not the same person... not since he died...
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After several pops signaling the others had disapparated, Hermione turned to Draco. "You're task is going to be different from all the others." She stated.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you let me stay by your right side today?"
Hermione nodded. "I need someone I trust the most for that specific task. Carrow may have been my right hand man, but I don't trust him to follow through with the task. I wouldn't trust any of the others to follow through with it."
"Hermione, what is this task?"
"You'll find out what you need a day before I need it to be completed." Hermione answered.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you until it is needed." Hermione turned her back to him and started towards the front door, swinging it open and walking through it.
"Is it dangerous?" Hermione didn't answer. Draco followed after her, having to jog the first few steps to catch up. "Hermione, does it put you in harms way?" Still no answer. "Hermione, does it keep you safe?"
"Does it matter?" She asked tiredly.
"Yes." Draco bit his lip. Over the last few weeks, he'd gotten to know Hermione really well. He'd come to know her dark side quite well, her scarily sadistic nature (much larger than he thought it would be) and her determination to get back at the Order no matter what it took. But he'd also got to know the kinder side of her, the one she had before she knew who she really was. Through their talks and meetings, their bickering and their arguments, Draco had found a funny, charming, fun, kind and unbelievably intelligent woman that he was glad to have gotten the chance to know.
"Why?"
"Because I care." Draco knew he'd fallen for the witch, but thankfully for him that didn't prevent him from his main goal. His feelings helped him. It made him even more determined to save her.
That made Hermione stop short. "What?" She asked disbelievingly and breathlessly.
"I care about you." Draco said. He looked around and smiled at their surroundings. Hermione had walked fast enough to already have them standing in the centre of the hedgerow maze. There was a fountain of fireworks trapped in time in the middle of the clearing and a few benches placed around the sides. The sun was setting, casting an orange and pink hue across the sky.
Hermione whirled around, confused. Draco started stepping closer towards her, her chocolate brown eyes capturing him with their delectableness. Draco held her chin with his fingers and started to lean forwards.
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"Draco-" Hermione started, but she was cut short as Draco's lips gently kissed hers. She froze but eventually started to kiss him back. They were gentle and soft in their movements, but they were also very passionate, and the passion increased with every second. Both of the pouring out their hearts, although Hermione wasn't quite as aware of it as Draco.
The last light of the sun bounced off the fountain, lighting up the fireworks for a few seconds, before disappearing. Once the light was gone, Hermione seemed to snap out of the moment, prompting Hermione to wriggle away from Draco's grip, her heart racing with the adrenaline of the kiss.
"Hermione-" Draco started to protest against the loss of the feel of her lips.
"No, Draco." Hermione's voice was a small whisper. "No." She repeated, shaking her head as if to convince herself she was doing the right thing. "We can't do this." Her voice a bit louder and more sure of herself.
"Yes we can."
"Draco, we can't." She shook her head again. "What would the other Death-Eaters think?"
"Who cares what they think?"
Hermione clawed at her head, trying to clear her thoughts and calm down a bit. "You don't know what you're saying. You only care about my wellbeing because of your loyalty as one of my Death-Eaters. You wouldn't have done that, if that wasn't the case. You wouldn't have kissed me."
"Hermione, that's not true. I kissed you because-"
"You didn't know what you were thinking."
"Hermione-"
"No." Hermione rubbed the palms of her hands into her eyes. She was so confused. She had been so hostile. Hostile enough that she'd successfully distanced Harry, Ron and others from her life, so they wouldn't poke about in her life as much. It was unbelievable that Draco Malfoy, the boy that hated her through school, would care for her other than out of loyalty as a Death-Eater. It was even more impossible, as that loyalty only really came from the threats and blackmail Hermione held over his and his mother's heads. "You didn't mean any of that. Goodbye Draco."
And with that, Hermione ran out of the maze and headed back towards the Manor. She didn't look back once.
Draco stared after the fleeing girl, shocked. Why had she turned him down? Why did she not believe him? Why did it seem so incomprehensible? He stood there staring at the same spot for several minutes before he snapped out of his trance, only to realise that he was trapped in the centre of the maze.
"Shit."
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Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I finally put in some Dramione!! I know it wasn't brilliant but it was the best I had at the time, don't worry I've got better Dramione moments coming up soon 😄
