In love with the know-it-all.

Hermione and Draco are very much in love. Of course they had some ups and downs, but who doesn't? And what happens when Hermione bumps in to Ronald Weasley after some time?


1. Thinking out loud.

Hey people. So, I've decided to write this Dramione fanfiction, I hope you like the first chapter. I know I start in the middle of everything, but all the questions you might have, will (hopefully) be answered, as I write more.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within.


Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:

"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!" Hermione yelled as she pushed Draco away, her hands instantly flew to her hair, gripping it tightly as she started tugging it, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. Draco reached out to touch her, wishing he could just comfort her, but knowing it was -him- who was the idiot now, quickly changing his mind and almost instantly letting his hand fall to his side again. "How could you?!" she growled, almost a whisper. She then shook her head and turned around as to leave. "Oh, forget it..." she sighed. This was his chance, he thought to himself, taking a few steps towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist, letting his chin rest lightly on her shoulder. He took in the smell of her, she smelled like... He couldn't even describe it, she just smelled like Hermione. She closed her eyes at his touch and sighed. "Don't…" she whispered, her voice now calm as ever. She almost smiled, almost. She knew he really cared and she knew that he was only being honest. "I just need a little time alone..." she said and he nodded slightly, kissing her shoulder through the fabric of her shirt, letting her go. He watched her as she slowly walked down the hall of the big manor, walking away from him, and as she turned around a corner, out of his sight, he walked up the stairs and to his room, changed into his pajamas and threw himself on the bed, not even caring about taking the covers over him. He just stared at the ceiling for what felt like years, feeling his heart break slightly. Why did he do it, and how COULD he? He knew it was going to hurt her, but he knew that if he hadn't told her now, and she would have found out herself, it would have hurt her even more. He was being honest, now he could just wait. Wait for her, to clear her mind, finding out for herself, if she was ready to forgive him. An hour went and his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by light knocks on the door. He stood up and walked towards the door, as he heard light knocking again. He open the door slowly, seeing her just stand there, her eyes red and swollen from crying. He opened the door more, so she could get past him. She went straight to the bathroom in his room, changing into her pajamas as well and went straight to his bed, wrapping the covers around her. He closed the door, locking it, as he sat in the chair besides the bed. He just watched her, her eyes closed as she breathed slowly. "Why are you so far away?" she whispered, her voice almost unhearable. He went to the bed, pulling the covers over him. She snuggled up to him as he wrapped his arm around her. She sighed lightly and felt asleep quickly. He smiled slightly, just looking down at her face. After a few moments, he closed his eyes, falling asleep as well.


Please let me know if you like it so far :)

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