Hermione was walking down the hall, and was about to pass the transfiguration classroom when she heard Professor McGonagall nearly yelling at a student. "I suggest you learn a thing or two from Mrs. Granger while you insist on studying her." She was saying.
Hermione stopped right before the door. "Study her? Who in Merlin's name would be studying her?" Hermione thought. She hugged the wall right next to the doorframe to listen. Normally she would consider this rude and would never have done it, but she just had to know who Professor McGonagall thought was 'studying her'.
"I know your hormones are raging young man, but I suggest you learn to control your emotions a bit more in the classroom. At least enough to focus on your school work. You are a brilliant student Mr. Malfoy, but I am afraid your grades will suffer horribly for your lack of effort."
"Malfoy? Why would Malfoy be studying me? Could it be for Voldemort? Does he have people watching Harry and Ron too? What if he liked her back?" She quickly shot down that last question as quickly as it entered her head.
"You may be dismissed Mr. Malfoy." She heard her professor say. Hermione quickly disappeared into another corridor. She peeked out of her hiding place just in time for her to see Malfoy come out of the classroom and turn down the hall away from her.
Hermione walked after him. "Malfoy!" she called. Draco glanced back and began to walk faster.
Hermione chased after him, noticing a wrinkled piece of folded paper. "Those must be his notes he took of me" she told herself. Draco took a sharp turn, and she realized exactly where he was headed. Hermione left her chase and took a short way to the room of requirement.
She arrived at the hidden door shortly before he did. Hermione, Harry, and Ron had only just discovered this hidden room earlier that year, but she knew quite well how it worked for they had been using it frequently to train Dumbledore's Army. She spotted Draco a minute later coming from the other way, and quickly vanished inside the room. She hid behind an armchair that had appeared there, and said a quick spell to only allow one other to enter the room that night, and for him not to be allowed exit.
He appeared a second later, and let out a deep sigh as soon as the door had closed. Hermione didn't reveal herself yet. He walked towards the couch near the fire that was burning brightly, and laid down on his back. From her vantage point Hermione could see him unfold the paper and hold it up above his head.
"I could watch you for hours on end
If only you didn't know
If you didn't notice me staring
And then tell me to go
I could dream night after night
Of you in my embrace
But I can only dream of
This never ending chase
For I'll never hold you in my arms
Could never call you mine
Destined to stare from a distance
Until the end of time
I've tried so hard to forget you
Tried so hard to move on
But your smile, your eyes, your laugh
Keeps me hanging on
I don't know what draws me to you
Why I cant get away
I know that your not perfect
Maybe I'll realize someday
I'll continue to keep my distance
Try not to cross the line
Suppress the feelings in my heart
Hope they'll fade in time." He recites.
Hermione is in shock. Not only was such beautiful words coming from Draco Malfoy's mouth, but she also has no clue why McGonagall thought it was about her. The next words that escaped his lips shocked her the most though.
"Hermione, why am I such a coward?" she knew that he didn't know she was here, but also that it was somehow addressed to her. She chose this time to come out.
She stood from where she was crouched behind the chair. "I don't know Malfoy, what are you so scared of?" she asked softly.
Draco jumped up from where he was hiding, or at least, that's what he tried to do. He ended up bolting up off the couch and landing on his face. He quickly recovered and got up. The hand with the poem in it quickly crumpling up the paper and hiding it behind his back.
Draco glared at Hermione, "how long have you been there?" he asked, with a hollow menace to his voice.
Hermione shot one of his own smirks at him. "Long enough to hear what a poet you are. Who was that about anyway? Clearly not Pansy. She is certainly not out of your league." She said.
Draco's cheeks tinged the faintest pink. "Why do you care?" he asked, looking down at the floor in between them, looking awfully exposed.
"I'm just wondering," Hermione took a few slow steps towards him, "Since I overheard McGonagall telling you to focus on school, not on me." She stopped a few feet from him.
Draco flushed, but recovered a second later and looked at her. "Well she was obviously mistaken. Why would I ever write anything like this about a mudblood? Especially one who doesn't know that her place is below me?" he said, sounding very guarded, and closing most of the gap between them to try to intimidate her with his height. For he is around seven inches taller than her.
"You just don't like to admit that I have better test scores than you!"
"You only have better test scores because the professors are easy on you because you're a mudblood!"
"Maybe you would have better scores if you weren't writing fantastic poetry all through class!"
"Just because you don't have anyone to love doesn't mean that I can't have anyone!"
"Who says I don't love anyone? Who says that just because I don't have a daddy who tells me who I can and can't be friends with means that I don't have restrictions?!"
"Don't try to tell me about what my father tell me to do! And don't you dare try and tell me that you know even an ounce of how it feels to not be able to be with her!"
"Your right, you are a coward, Daddy's not even here and your still afraid to take her in your arms and hold her, your still afraid to even tell her you love her!"
"Fine! I love you Hermione Granger! Are you happy now!?" He yelled.
Then he realized what he had just said. His eyes widened, during the fight their faces had gotten dangerously close. He turned away and walked quickly towards the door but couldn't seem to open it. He struggled and pulled so hard that he thought he might pull the handle off.
"I put a locking spell on it before you came in." Hermione said softly from a few feet behind him.
Draco squared his shoulders, but didn't turn around. "Now you know, now please, take the spell off so that I can leave, and we can both forget this ever happened." he stated matter-of-factly.
Hermione stepped in front of him, but he continued staring straight ahead. She could see his eyes were shining with unshed tears. "You don't really want that." she said just above a whisper. It wasn't really a question, since they both knew the answer.
"It doesn't matter what I want. There's no other choice than to forget about this night." he said.
Hermione took his chin in her hand, and gently made him look down at her. She had a small smirk on her face, not to be mean, more like she knew something that he didn't yet. She rose up on her tip toes before he could realize what was happening, and placed a small kiss on his lips.
She pulled away only a few centimeters, and whispered "I love you too Draco."
He looked her in the eyes, and kissed her back. He poured all his love, and all his longing into that kiss and she shared her secret love back.
They were like that for a while, his arm reached around her waist, and her hand found the back of his neck. They pulled apart, and he looked into her eyes. "I love you, but you have to know that we can't be together." he said, defeated.
"I know that people can't know about us, yes." she said, a little breathless.
He looked at her strangely. "We can be together Draco." she said, as if pleading for him to understand. "I have loved you ever since second year and I'm not going to let other people rip you away from me."
"But how? You don't really want to hide do you?" he asked.
"If it means that I get to be with you, then I'm more than happy to hide. Nobody will know about us. Draco please!" she pleaded.
Draco took a deep breath. "Ok Hermione. We have to act like we still hate each other in public though."
"I know that." she said, looking up at him with her big chocolate eyes.
"How will we be able to 'be together' if we're still acting like we hate each other? It will tear us apart, I just know it." he said, releasing his hold on her and looking towards the ground.
Hermione replaced his hand on her hip and turned his head so he was looking at her again. "We will have to meet secretly. Once a month if we can, possibly twice, but we can do this." she told him.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes." she said, kissing him.
They stayed that night in the room of requirement, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms, and in the morning, after a final goodbye kiss, Hermione left to meet up with Harry, Ron, and Ginny in the Gryffindor common room, and Draco went to breakfast.
/sorry it took me so long to get back. I have to put up a little disclaimer here. I didn't write the poem, but I borrowed it from Invisible Comfort. Hope you guys enjoyed the new chappie! The reviews are really helping to inspire me, so thank you SO much! More would be much appreciated! I will be sure to update soon. Dramione forever!