Draco executed the uncomfortable silence and said, “I just thought maybe you’d want to get out of here?”
Hermione surrendered her balance as she shifted her eyes towards Draco’s pleading, yet silent stance. She could’ve sworn that it looked as if Draco was being torn apart.
Hermione said with confusion, “There’s no way-“
Draco dismissed her comment, “I could come with you…” Hermione realized Draco’s crumbling tone beneath all the suppression and it surprised her to see him so insecure and restrained in his own way, “I could look out for you…”
Hermione heard her own hesitant breaths as she furrowed her brow, “What are you saying?” She stepped forward and looked into the blue eyes of Draco Malfoy. She sensed it. That feeling of desperation. Hopelessness. Release. The emotions that she’d grown to memorise. Hermione saw a part of her, trying and trying to break out.
Then a long silence came over the moment. Filled of every emotion an artist would want to feel. Their eyes were glued to each other as struggle took over them, just to look away. Hermione always had a talent of defining people but Draco was a challenge. He was her enigma.
Draco debated with his own feelings and replied, “I’m saying…You’ve changed me. By the hope you give me, the love. It’s like you have faith in me, that I can be a better man.”
Hermione tried to avoid the warm tears to release as she covered her mouth with one hand, as though her heart was lighting up for once in a long time. She uncovered her glowing smile in which made Draco’s visage seem so much brighter and free, “Draco, look at you. I already see a better man.”