"Fuck, what don't you understand about I love you, Granger?" Draco Malfoy stormed about, anger dripping from his every word.

The woman in question merely huffed. "Is it so hard to understand that I'm having a very difficult time believing you when you have that attitude, Malfoy?"

He paused from his tirade, going over what he said in his head again. "Hermione," he stated evenly, "Fuck, what don't you understand about I love you, Hermione." He looked over to her with that look on his face that means that he has fixed his error no matter what you think.

She glared in response, but had to fight the smile from her lips. It had always been a wonder to her that his forceful jackassery was always so endearing. Perhaps it was due to the fact that most of his anger was just a bluff.

Which, really, was why she was so pissed with him now. Because he shouldn't have to bluff with her.

"Draco. I just can't believe that. Not with all the secrets you keep, not with all the walls you put up even around me, and not with this anger!"

He stopped. Contemplated. Contemplated some more. After a few minutes of simply staring at her, he strode over to grab her in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "I just…I don't want you to worry. I don't want you to ever have to worry about me."

She wrapped her arms around his next, pulling him close in response, to whisper in his ear, "But that's how I love you. Worrying is a part of that. And I need you to let me, Dray. Or else I can't do this anymore, whether I love you or not."

He shuddered at that. He couldn't live without her. So he took a breath and plunged.

"Then I'll tell you. Everything."

And that's how Draco Malfoy proved that he loved Hermione Granger.

He ripped down his walls.

See, now, I thought, "Well, maybe I'll write a ten minute drabble that's LESS ANGSTY," so I did.

I don't think it turned out as well as the other though. For some reason I'm just better at le angst. *Sigh*