Hermione was sitting on the astronamy tower, and it was eleven fourty-six p.m. She was dissapointed that this Christmas would be spent alone. Ron had Luna, Harry had Ginny, but her, she had no one. No one she could go to for love. No one to tell her how beautiful she was on her worst days. No one to hug when she was sad, or even happy for that matter.
"Granger? Whats are you doing out here, it's freezing?" he asked her.
"You know, I could ask you the same thing." she told him in a low voice.
"Yeah, but that just proves you wrong and makes you seem like a silly little girl, because I came prepared. Whereas you are only wearing an evening gown. Here, would you like my traveling robe? I am in a giving mood since there is less than twenty minutes until it's Christmas." he told her.
"Malfoy, aren't you afraid I'll dirty it? We are enemies anyway." she whispered. He looked out to the Black Lake for a minute, and then handed her the cloak. She looked at it, and slipped it on.
"Hey Granger, are you good with advice?" he asked her in a soft voice, almost like he was going to cry.
"A little. Why?" she asked curiously. She turned to see him sitting next to her.
"What would you do, if you really liked someone, and weren't sure they liked you back. If they were not exactly on the same page as you. Maybe even hated you." he questioned. She thought about it for a minute.
"Well, I suppose I would tell them. I mean, the worst that could happen is they don't like you back, and that's better than aways wondering if you had asked them, what they would say." she told him, looking into his eyes. The moon shone over their faces, casting an elegant glow over the pair.
"But, what if you were sure you were in love with them, and they didn't love you back? Wouldn't you suffer, knowing that you loved someone who could never possibly love you?" he asked her.
"I don't know why you are telling me this, out of all people, Malfoy. But you don't know unless you tell her. I guess, if you tell her, and let her know how much you love her, she will see, that after all, you aren't such a bad guy, and might even like you back." Hermione told him, looking at her hands.
He reached over and grabbed her hand, and she jumped at the sudden contact, and looked into his eyes.
"Hermione Jean Granger, I believe that I am in love with you. Will you do me the pleasure of being my girl?" he asked her, looking deep into her eyes. Hermione was so shocked, looking into his stormy blue-gray eyes.
"Oh..." was all she could say. She thought it over for a couple of minutes. She still really loved Ron, but he had no feelings for her anymore. Her mother had always told her to love those who love her more than to love and hang on to those who you love more.
"Yes, Draco, yes I will." she whispered. He leaned over and kissed her. Right on the lips. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her hands around his neck. He pulled away from her.
"Merry Christmas, love." he whispered, still looking into her eyes, as the clock tower struck twelve and it began to lightly snow.
"I love you Hermione." he whispered.
"I love you too Draco." she whispered before leaning in a stealing one more kiss. They held hands for the rest of the night, until dawn, when all was covered in a thin layer of puffy white snow.