Title : Captured Moment

Characters : D/Hr with a little help from Colin Creevy!

Story Length :

Summing It Up : “It was too late, the deed was done, the photo was taken.” A photo can say a thousand things. But it can’t say the million things I want you to hear. But it’s a start…

A/N : I wrote the first part in the beginning of the year. After watching the dhr video by vidderella, I was inspired to finish this little fic. Hope u guys enjoy it also inspired by Ryan Cabrera’s “Photo”.

He holds a picture in his hands, of two lone figures…

He wears a deep emerald robe and she spots a periwinkle blue gown. He stands there wishing he were somewhere else. She stands there wishing she were with someone else. A sharp exclamation sends the two turning around, hazel eyes locking onto gray. For a split second her lips curve into a little smile, her white teeth beneath showing. His famous smirk found its way onto his face. But before reality could sink in, it was too late, the deed was done, the photo had been taken. Both were stunned and they finally broke eye contact when he broke into a sprint. He weaved through the crowds and finally found who he was looking for. “That picture… I must have it.” The boys hastily nodded.

The next day he found a photo on his bed. I photo of two lone figures. He wears a deep emerald robe and she spots a periwinkle blue gown. Both figures turn to each other, hazel eyes locking onto gray. Her lips curve into a little smile, her white teeth beneath showing. His famous smirk found its way onto his face. And there it was, over and over again, two lone figures smiling at each other. Somehow they have become not so alone after all. Behind the photo, in small untidy cursive writing, was a note. But he could make out what it said:

“Mister Malfoy,

You and Miss Granger look perfect together

Signed, Colin Creevy”

Bam!

The sound echoed through the hallway and books tumbled onto the floor.

“Malfoy!” Hermione spoke his name with utter disgust. “What’s wrong with you? Can’t you see where you’re going? I’m already late for potions as it is! Would you please stop blocking the way?” she sighed in expiration.

“Well, sorry Granger,” Draco mumbled.

Hermione stared at Draco as he scrambled around for his books before hurriedly dashing into the Potions classroom, unaware of a piece of parchment that dropped out of his books in his hurry. Maybe it was her bookworm-ish nature, maybe it was out of pure curiosity, Hermione, balancing a pile of books in her hand, reached forward to pick the parchment off the floor. That was when she realized that it wasn’t a piece of parchment she had picked up, but it was a photo. A photo of her and Draco Malfoy during the Yule Ball in their fourth year! She vaguely remembered someone taking a photo, but it had been three years ago, Malfoy had it with him all these years?

Hermione stared at the photo, stunned. Millions of thoughts were whirring through her mind. She would have gladly sat there to think, ponder and make up all sorts of theories for the rest of the day if Professor Snape hadn’t leaned out of the classroom then.

“You’re late, Miss Granger. That would be twenty points from Gryffindor. Now hurry up into class or I’ll be deducting more points from you,” snarled Professor Snape, with a swish of his cloak and returned into the Potions classroom, Hermione dashing in after him.

Hermione spent the whole of Potions avoiding Harry and Ron’s questioning as to why she was late for class. They were suspicious, and she knew they had a good reason too. She was so distracted that day that her Potion, for the first time, wasn’t up to standards at all. Determined to have a word with Malfoy after class, Hermione shooed Ron and Harry out the class, saying she would catch up with them later as she had something to take care of. Left without a choice, Harry and Ron left, not before exchanging meaningful glances with each other.

Hermione heaved her bag on her shoulders and with the picture in hand, proceeded to follow Draco. Hogwarts halls were full of students, it was impossible to talk to Draco Malfoy without anyone noticing. Suddenly she had an idea. She jogged to an unsuspecting Draco and dragged him by his sleeve into an empty classroom and slammed he door behind them, locking it.

“What’s the meaning of this?” snarled Draco, his handsome face now twisted in anger.

“Shouldn’t it be I who’s asking you ‘what’s the meaning of this’?” retorted Hermione, putting her hand on her hip and holding out the picture she had found earlier in the other hand. “What is up with this?”

Draco grabbed the photo from Hermione and looked down at it, his anger fading.

“Isn’t it obvious enough? I mean, I’ve had this photo since the fourth year. Earlier, if I had found one,” whispered Draco, looking up to meet Hermione’s hazel eyes.

Incapable of speech at that moment, Hermione just grabbed her bag and ran out of the classroom, leaving a broken hearted Draco Malfoy behind.

Breakfast in the Great Hall was always an event, students hurrying their last bit of homework, owls post meant letters, of which there were always varied reactions to them, squeals of delight and groans, even occasionally, a Howler. It was even more so that day as it was snowing outside. Staring up at the enchanted ceiling, one could see the tiny flakes of snow dancing about.

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table eating breakfast, having a heated conversation with Harry Ron and Ginny. But her heart wasn’t with them. Occasionally she would let her gaze wander to the Slytherin table, fixed on the blonde boy. He looked dejected, Hermione had to admit, she had never seen him that way before. Suddenly he stood up and left the hall, holding something in his hand. Hermione’s gazed followed Draco as he slowly trudged out of the Great Hall, his face so dejected her looked like he was going to cry. Her gaze lingered before wandering to his vacated seat at the Slytherin table, seeing his plate full of food left untouched. She dropped her gaze before suddenly standing up, startling poor Ron and Harry who were taking turns complaining about what a fraud Divination was to Ginny, grabbing something in front of her and rushed out of the Great hall, winding through the corridors to the courtyard, where on a stone bench lay a certain blonde, eyes close, holding in his hand the photo she had found the day before, a smile on his face. Hermione walked over to the figure and placed something on the bench beside him.

Draco felt someone walking towards him and placing something beside him. Then a voice whispered into his ear, undoubtly a female voice.

“Skipping breakfast and staying out in the cold in just your robes? Draco what are you trying to do to yourself?” The voice sounded sweet. It was voice Draco had heard many times in his dreams.

Draco opened his eyes and realized the stranger had covered him in her robes. He sat upright and looked around, but the courtyard was deserted. Beside him was steaming mug of hot chocolate. The robes smelt faintly of lavender. He stood up and swung the coat around his shoulders. As Draco bent down to pick up the mug from the bench, he stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of the badge sewn onto the robes.

It was red and gold, with a lion in the middle.

Instantly, Draco forgot what he was going to do, his mind focusing only on one thing. He turned on his heel and ran through the corridors in frantic search for that brunette Gryffindor know-it-all.

He had found her by the lake, wearing nothing but her school uniform.

He sat down beside her and took her robes of his shoulders and covered her with it. Surprised at the sudden intrusion, Hermione sun her head around, it was then Draco realized that she had been crying alone in the snow, lips had nearly turning blue. Draco reached down and wiped the tear from her cheek.

“So what’s the meaning of this?” murmured Hermione.

“What is the meaning of this?” asked Draco, fingering her school robes.

“Isn’t it obvious?” replied Hermione, breaking into a smile.

“Then isn’t it obvious?” smirked Draco in a matter-of-fact way.

After a moment of silence, Hermione whispered, “I wouldn’t let you freeze out there. And go through the day hungry either.”

Draco turned to face her. “And I wouldn’t let you freeze out here just because you gave the person you cared for your robes.”

And with that, Draco planted a fiery kiss on Hermione’s lips till they had managed to warm up. Hermione broke the kiss and rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her coat around Draco. He wrapped her arm around her and as they stared at the lake, and he spent the rest of the night telling her the story of a young blonde boy, who had long held a torch for this really pretty brunette girl, admiring her form afar, yet he was sorry he had given her hell all these years.

Hermione said that she was sure the girl forgave the boy, and that everything turned out ok because the girl secretly loved the boy too.