He watched as her hair flipped from side-to-side in that ponytail. She bent over the piece of paper and then leaned far back, assessing her sketch. With her lips bunched up in a pout, her nose crinkled in the most adorable manner, eyes squinted and hips cocked to one side, she looked like the most beautiful girl in the world.
“What do you think?” She questioned him. When he didn’t answer, she turned to look at him. She saw him staring at her with hands under his chin and a dreamy look in his eyes. “Hello? Daydreaming, again?” Hermione chuckled. “What is up with you, Malfoy? No, seriously; this has been going on for a while. If you don’t tell me what it is, I will have to assume that someone fed you amortentia.” His cheeks tinted slightly pink at that; just slightly. He was a Malfoy, after all.
“I’m fine, Granger.” He scoffed indignantly.
“Is that so?” Hermione leaned towards him.
“Yes.” Draco snapped. “Granger, you’re a bit too close for comfort.”
“Granger! What are you doing?!” Draco exclaimed as Hermione moved closer still.
“Oh, stop squealing,” Hermione panted between waves of laughter. “Whew! We should do this often, you can be my daily dose of comedy.” She winked.
“IlikeyouGranger,” Draco rushed out and immediately snapped his hand to his mouth. His eyes widened and he let out a tiny squeak. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” Hermione smirked. “Nothing.”
“Fine, be like that. I’ll just go tell Harry that you wanted to be his friend for the longest time, and only bullied us because you were jealous,” snickered Hermione. She walked away, swaying her hips and humming under her breath. Soon enough, a depressed groan sounded behind her and a hand tightly clutched onto her wrist. She had heard him, but she wanted him to say it properly. She wanted him to say that he liked her too. Because she liked him; very much. “Yes? Did you want something?” She said with a considerable amount of stuck-up-ness. Ah, the perks of spending time with Draco Malfoy.
“Alright, alright fine,” he groaned out, as if he was sacrificing his precious life. Hm, Malfoys and their never-ending drama. She shook her head internally. He then bit his lip, and the tattoo on the left side of his neck moved as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, then nodded to himself as if gathering his courage.
“I- I,” he was wonderful at throwing insults and threatening others but not quite as good at expressing himself. “I- I like y-you,” he clears his throat, “ I mean, I like you, Granger,” he says more confidently. “Oh?” Hermione wanted to hear more.
“Yes. I have- I have liked you ever since we were children, Granger. I just never had the courage to tell you that. I have always admired your intelligence. Your kindness. That club you started in fourth year, for the house-elves, what was it called?” “Society of Promotion of Elfish Welfare, or S.P.E.W,” “Yes, right that. I actually tried to pay my house elves after that, you know. They didn’t accept the money, though. Anyways, over the years, I saw you grow into a mature, young woman. I witnessed the calming down of that bush you call hair. Thank you for that, by the way. You don’t have to forgive me, but I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but please, I’m so sorry. I-” “You are an idiot, Draco Malfoy,” she whispered while shaking her head and crushing their lips together. “I like you, too, Draco.”
“Now, what did you think of my sketch?”
Author: Saptaparna Chakraborty
Editor: Alekhya Gahilot