Draco woke up and immediately looked around for Hermione, hoping that she was okay. As he shot up all panicky he felt arms push him back down gently to lay down. "Are you okay?" A voice asked and he noticed it was Hermione. He gave her a worried and curious look and asked, "are you okay?!" Hermione gave him a confused look in return and said, "yes, I'm fine. You're the one that I should be concerned about, you passed out because of the dementors." He let out a sigh of relief then nodded, "yeah you're right I suppose." "Why did you ask if I was okay anyways?" She then asked, her curoisty getting the better of her. Draco looked at her and then looked away, "nevermind that." "Draco, are you hiding something?" She asked, suddenly suspicious. He shook his head, "it doesnt matter why I asked if you were okay. I'm not hiding anything, I can assure you that." She gave him a skeptical look then said smartly, "if it doesn't matter why you asked then it wouldn't be a big deal if you told me why." He let out a slightly annoyed sigh and muttered, "still a smart ass I see." Hermione heard him and lightly smacked him on the arm. "Ow!" He exclaimed as he brought his opposite hand up to it and rubbed the spot she had hit. "Oh stop being such a drama queen," she told him as she rolled her eyes. Draco rolled his eyes back at her. "So... tell me why," she urged him. "You know how dementors cause people to relive their worst memories?" Draco started. "Yes of course, it's never fun," she replied as she nodded and frowned a little. "Well my worst memory is when Bellatrix was torturing you... so of course I woke up not knowing if you were okay," He mumbled quietly as he looked away from her eyes. "Oh..." is all she said immediately. It was silent for a moment until she asked, "really?" "Yes really," He said back. "Why? You hated... hate me so why did that affect you so much?" She then questioned, mildly confused. He sighed and explained, "Hermione, I have never hated you. I do not hate you and it upset me knowing that she was torturing you just because you had a different blood status and the fact that I loved... love you." He said the last part very quietly, trying to make sure she wouldn't hear it. She tilted her head at him, "you don't? Then why did you bully me all the time and call me mudblood? And what was that last part?" "I couldn't let my dad know that I didn't hate you because otherwise he would have done who knows what to me. And nevermind the last part isn't important," He replied, waving her off dismissively. She crossed her arms and glared at him, "Okay I suppose that makes sense. And why won't you tell me?! You need to stop saying things so quietly and then refuse to tell me when I don't hear it!" Draco gives her a pitiful look then said, "fine. Do you really want to know what I said?" "Yes," she replied. "Even though you won't like it?" He asked to make sure. "Yes," she said impatiently. "Okay. I said also because I loved... love you," he said as he actually found the courage to look at her. Hermione studied him for a moment and said, "I find that hard to believe." "Would I lie to you?" He asked back. "Probably. You're a Slytherin for crying outloud!" She said back. He rolled his eyes, "going back to house stereotypes, aren't we?" She huffed and said, "even if it is true it's a lot to take in... finding out that your bully actually liked and likes you." Draco shrugged, "I guess." "I need to think about it for a little so excuse me," she said as she left the room. Draco was left there laying on the sofa with the tv playing quietly. He watched it for a bit out of curoisty as he had never seen television before but got bored and just looked around at the place, assuming it was Hermione's home. After a few minutes she came back out and got on top of him, to his surprise. "Hermione? What are you doing?" He asked her, confused and slightly annoyed by her unexplained behavior. "I thought about it and I guess I should tell you..." she didn't finish, she paused, biting her bottom lip. Draco suddenly became turned on because he found her lip biting to be so attractive. He took his mind off that road though as he asked her, "tell me what?" "You're smart, how about you figure it out?" She countered as she laid her head on his chest, seemingly trying to listen to his heartbeat. He thought for a moment then said, "I can think of several possible things it could be that you want to tell me so you should tell me so I know which one it is." She let out a sigh as she lifted her head to look at him. "I love you too," she mumbled. "What?!" He said in utter shock. "See? It's not easy to believe, is it?" She mused as she laughed a little. "No, it isn't," He agreed as he laughed a little. Once they both had stopped laughing he asked her, "you really do? You love me?" "Yes, that's just what I said, dummy," she said back with a playful eyeroll. "Wow," is all he said back as he took a moment to process that. Once he had he looked at her and smiled softly as he brushed a strand of her hair out of her face. She let out a nervous breath as she smiled back at him. Before he could say or do anything else she connected their lips, kissing him softly. He happily kissed back as he smiled more against her lips. It only lasted for a few seconds and once she pulled away he gave her a pouty face. "What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's all I get? We need to make up for all the kisses we could have had during out Hogwarts years," he told her with a smirk. She rolled her eyes but also smiled, "fineee." And then they were kissing again. 

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I haven't updated this in like two years so here you go you're welcome. I probably won't update it much because I kind of stopped writing dramione one shots though 🤷‍♀️