Just a random one shot hiding in the depths of my computer. I don't own anything Harry Potter.
There was fire in the Gryffindor's eyes as she stalked through the halls, with the letter clenched in her angry hands. How dare he. She laughed in her head at the sheer and utter humiliation that she was about to bestow upon a certain conceited, asshole prat Slytherin. Did she mention he was blonde? Draco had done many things over the past years, but trying to make friends with her was too much, and she refused to believe it as genuine. "Draco Sodding Malfoy better have his goons with him, or I'll hex him until next Tuesday." She muttered to herself, stomping through the corridors. She saw a tuft of blonde hair going around the corner. "MALFOY." She yelled, rounding the corner.
He stopped and turned towards her and smirked. "What?"
She walked up to him and raised her fist, with the clenched letter in it. "What the bloody hell is this?"
"It looks like a letter."
Hermione swung her other fist in his direction, "I know it's a bloody letter, what is it for?"
He caught her fist, and leaned forward. "I believe it's for reading, but things might have changed since I wrote it a couple of hours ago."
She glared at him, "I know it's for reading, but I'm positive that you addressed it to the wrong person."
He grinned, "actually I'm positive that I wrote it to you." He turned and started walking towards the large open doors.
"Hey, I'm talking to you." She yelled out. She stomped forward, and grabbed his arm. "What exactly is it that you want from me?"
He pointed at the letter clenched in her hand. "It's obvious, I want to be friends." She raised her hand to slap him, but it, like her arm was caught mid swing. "Will you stop trying to hit me? I'm just tired of us not talking. We're two of the greatest minds in this school, and that should make us at the very least acquaintances."
"So you asked me to be your friend because I'm intelligent?" She yelled, her voice reaching a high peak.
He raised a hand to touch her cheek. "I want to be your friend, because you're intelligent, beautiful, and very courageous. Your bravery is astounding, and I think it's adorable how your face gets scrunched up when you're thinking really hard."
Silent tears started falling down her face. "You can't keep doing this to me. You're either my friend or you aren't, but you can't keep going back and forth."
"I'm sorry Hermione. There were things going on in my life that there aren't now."
"Like what?" She yelled. "Were you off battling Lord Voldemort with your friends? Were you traveling over the country, not staying in a place more than a couple of nights in a row?" She leaned in close and sneered into his face, "Did you go to your parent's home in Australia to find them murdered in their beds?" She looked down at the floor, before turning toward the double doors they were standing in front of. "I had things going on in my life to Draco, I didn't let it stop me from being your friend."
Hermione walked off towards the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Draco stood at the doorway for a moment, and then walked off in the opposite direction, sitting with the Slytherins, instead of by the person who over the last couple of years, he had fallen in love with. Draco gasped as the realization hit him, 'I'm in love with Hermione Granger.'