




Draco glanced at the hesitant girl that sat on the Gryffindor table and directed a small smile towards her. Hermione took in the emotion that Draco was giving as a gesture but never at all smiled back. Not because she wasn’t flattered by his exposure of feeling but it hurt her more than ever. She knew she could never confess to Harry and Ron that her heart belonged to Draco. He knew that he could never pluck up the confidence and stand against his father about pureblood and muggle-born relations. They both knew that they were dwelling on a path that was hard, tragic and forbidden though not a grain of care was given at the idea that they couldn’t be together.
If it was meant to be, they’d be together one day.
I’m such an r/h shipper but my god do I love Draco.
Draco glanced at the hesitant girl that sat on the Gryffindor table and directed a small smile towards her. Hermione...