Her

We sit in the library.... studying... I guess. Papers are sprawled all over the table. Homework, notes and books are open, out and being used. My blonde hair falls into my eyes and she gently reaches up and moves it from my face, smiling softly. Her eyes drop back to her book and no words are exchanged during that moment. Its how we normally are, silently fixing things for each other but I know that she loves the softness of my hair as much as I love her. A small smile is playing on her soft red lips, shimmering slightly because of her watermelon lip gloss that she always wears, but is never there when she parts me.

I lean back and watch her, never saying a word. I know she can feel my eyes on her, but she doesn't look up. She told me once that she enjoys me just looking at her, said it makes her feel special, for some strange reason. I admire her features. Her bright blue eyes, moving across the page of the Potions book in front of her, occasionally moving to the paper, next to the book, and writing. Her black long hair being held up by her wand, only the shorter pieces falling into her eyes, but she moves too quickly to let me move it for her.

Her slim figure looks small in the chair she's sitting in. I can tell her legs are under her, like usual. She's wearing her usual muggle clothes, a pair of tight, low-rise jeans, her favorite and a shirt to-big for her. It's mine, one that she took from my room when she would stay the night with me. She always wears it when we study together. Her cat is on her lap because I hear a purring and her hand sometimes moves to her lap and pets the black cat on her lap.

God, she's beautiful.... how is she mine?

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She loves the rain and I hate it, but not a lot. I'd do anything for her, and I mean anything. The only thing we have ever disagreed on was going public with the school. She wanted to, I didn't. For one I didn't want to have to face her "brothers". They yelled at her for hours but she stood her ground and won that fight. The boys still don't like me that much but they don't throw insults as much as they did. Hermione was a bit more... umm how do I say it... welcoming? Yes. Welcoming of me. I'd never seem her happier, except when I told her I loved her. I tell her everyday and she smiles at me and says either 'I love you too,' or 'Yes, I know,'.

Whenever I tell her she's beautiful she says she's not and then asks me why I'm with her when I can have anyone else. It's a chat we have a lot, almost everyday, but not quite. I know she loves me, she tells me in each sweet letter she writes, even without saying it exactly. I can see it in her eyes when she smiles at me.

God, I love her.... is this real?

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I watch her, with her muggle pen, that she swears by and pencil next to her books. She uses the top of her pen to point out where she's reading and clicks it every once in a while. Suddenly her cat, Socks, is on the table. The cat stretches and hops onto my lap before curling up and falling back to sleep. She smiles at her cat's behavior and she rips off a piece of parchment and slides it over to me. Written her in neat handwriting is:

I love you Draco Malfoy.

I smile at her message and write one back:

I love you more Sidra Black.

I slide it back to her and she smiles as she reads it. I look down at the book in front of me and then look up to see her gone. I sit up and lean back as I see her walk over to me and move her kitten off my lap. She takes the kittens place and curls up in my lap. I wrap my arms around her and am silently amazed on how well she fits into my arms. It's like she was meant for me and me only. She yawns and twists out of my arms long enough to pull her wand out of her hair and magically clean up our mess on the table. All her stuff going into her bag and mine into my bag. I take that as my notice to start to get up. She slides off my lap and we both stand up. I grab her bag, which is heavier then mine and she slings mine over her shoulder. Then I grab her hand and we walk silently out of the library. Holding hands, deeply in love with each other, and lost in our own dream worlds.

We walk to my room and she tells the dragon in the painting our password, it opens and we walk in. She lets go of my hand and moves towards the wardrobe, pulling out two pairs of flannel pants and a single shirt. She throws me the green ones and slips on 'her' red ones before pulling on the too-big-shirt and grabbing my hand. We, together crawl into bed, me behind her, my arms around her and we fall asleep. My last thoughts were:

God, I love this girl.... will we be together for ever?

I certainly hope so.