She frowned as she read the words of the book in her hands. Draco loved the way she could lose herself in her own thoughts what mostly happened when she read a book. He loved the little wrinkle that appeared on her forehead whenever she was confused or surprised. The slight frown made her look even more adorable than usual because it was a sign of confusion what was a rare emotion for Hermione Granger.
He loved the way her lips pursed when it got really tricky and the way she bit them when she was entirely clueless but too proud to admit it. Draco had studied her face at least a billion times and he still couldn´t help but be in awe. To him she was simply beautiful, a natural beauty without flaws.
He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she found out something new, pleasing her nonstop longing for knowledge. She said they were simply brown but he saw in them more like a chocolate brown color. Depending on her mood or her thoughts they liked to change their color. So it happened that when she was angry, they grew darker. Was she happy, they shone more hazel. When she looked at him, however, they had the warm chocolate color, so soft and deep that he had caught himself loosing himself in them a dozen times.
Draco loved the way her cheeks flushed in excitement when she did something right, what was the absolute opposite of rare. The slight shine of pink had always startled him. He was glad she wasn´t the type of girl that wore makeup because it would cover her natural beauty. She didn´t need it anyway, she was perfect.
He loved the way she mimicked whilst in deep thoughts. A hundred times he had watched her talking to herself mentally. Her eyes would flick quickly, was she debating with herself about something. The right corner of her lips would slowly form a smile was she convinced of something. She would bite her bottom lip whenever she complimented herself and tried to bite back a smile. He loved watching her having her own little conversations.
He loved her excitement about books and the conversations they used to have about them every other night. He loved the way she clung on a pillow when he read out to her from another book they found in the library. He loved the way she raised and lowered her voice when she read out to him another muggle book. He loved the emotions and affection she had toward a book she had read at least a dozen times already. The way she cherished them was precious and adorable.
Draco loved the way her laugh sounded and even more when he was the one who caused it. He loved the way her hand would feel in his own when their fingers intertwined. The way her lips would feel on his and the way her heart would be beating rapidly against his chest. He loved that he would make her feel that way and he loved that she made him feel the same.
“Draco Malfoy, would you concentrate on that potion?”, she laughed sweetly, playfully smacking her potions book at his arm.
“You make it hard to do so, love”, Draco replied with a smile, giving her a quick kiss on her lips. “I love you”
“Shut up and cut the ingredients”, Hermione rolled her eyes at him, smiling and flushing slightly. The way he loved so much.