Weirdo

By FluffyJessicaTheShipper

Hello guys! Another Dramione one shot because OTP!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

I knew he was right behind me before he even sat down beside me, but I didn't want him to be anywhere near me. Every time Drac-Malfoy was near me, I become very awkward and nervous. After the war, Draco (I'm saying his real name.) changed. He was a better person and because of this we became friends including Ron and Harry. Oh and let's not forget the whole female species trying to get his attention. Not to long ago, I finally figured out why every time I saw a girl flirt with him I got jealous. Yes, I realized I had a crush on Draco Malfoy. Currently, I'm in the library trying to read a book, but for some reason a blonde ferret kept coming into my head, making it very difficult to read.

"Hey, Hermione. Why are you sitting on the ground? There are chairs around here you know." He says with an easy smile.

I shrugged. "I like the ground."

"Ah. Exactly why you don't like flying?" He said playfully.

I shrugged again. "Hey what's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing. Just trying to read." I tried to focus reading the print in front of me. Trust me I really did try to, but it just looked like blurry scribbles right now.

"Uh huh." He says not convinced one bit.

"What? I am trying to read."

"Ok Weirdo, I'm going to go and play quidditch with Ron and Harry. Talk to you later?" I nodded my head. "Cool, see ya." Weirdo was his nickname for me. It wasn't even anything cute. When we became friends, he would point stuff out tendencies that I do and would always say "You're such a weirdo." Of course, he would say it in a teasing way. Thus, the nickname was created. I knew that even though I had a crush on him, we would stick as being friends. If I told him my feelings and he didn't feel the same way, we would be really different around each other, and it would be unpleasant. It's better if everything stays the same way.

No one gets hurt but me of course but that's ok. I'm willing to take one for the team. I don't want things to get awkward with us. It's just too much of a risk. Even if I want to do mushy stuff with him. Even if I want to kiss him out in public or hold his hand. Even if I want to call him and tell him I love you. Even if I want to surprise him all of a sudden. Even if I want to to snuggle up with him while watching a movie. Even if I want to- ok brain shut up would you? I shake my head. It's not going to happen. I walked over to the quidditch field hoping to catch a glimpse at Draco, but if anyone asks I'll say it's Ron or Harry. It looks like Harry and Ron are beating Draco.

"Draco!" Pansy calls out to him. Pansy was the president of Draco's fan club. I was surprised she wasn't with the rest of the fan club. He flew down over to her while she oogled over his chest. I scoffed and jealousy rose within me although I would rather be avada kedra than say that out loud.

I watched them talk and then all of a sudden, I bit my tongue, making myself not cry. I pushed them back. In front of my eyes were Draco and Pansy kissing. He wasn't pushing her away from what I could tell. My heart might as well as be in my stomach from how far it dropped. I turned my eyes to Harry and Ron who's eyes were wide from the sight of them too. I walked away. I'll tell them that I had homework to do. I went to our Head dorms and went into my room. I was going to be strong through this. No tears fell. Not one. I just stared at the floor. I don't need him. I can live with Draco being with other girls. He should be happy...even if it's not with me. That night I followed my own rules and didn't shed one tear even though I wanted to.

The next week, I pretended to be myself. I was the happy bookworm, but I did kind of avoid Draco as much as possible. Walking to the Great Hall to eat breakfast, I overheard everyone talking about Pansy and Draco that I detoured from the Great Hall to the library. Transporting myself into a book, I almost instantly forgot about everything around me. So engrossed with the book, I checked the time to see that it was almost time for class. I rushed over to class barely making it on time. I sigh in relief. Our professor then starts the class, and I take notes to review them later. I start to go off into my own little world and think that I shouldn't even be having pathetic, idiotic, and childish crushes. I should be focusing on school, but even though I tell myself that, I know it doesn't take the hurt away.

In the library, I start to work on homework and having five books in front of me for information. I'm not really in the mood to study, so I start reading a book just for pleasure except my brain isn't into it either. "Finally found out what chairs are weirdo?" I can hear the smirk in his voice as he sits right next to me.

"Yeah." I keep reading, not making eye contact with him.

"I haven't seen you in awhile." He comments.

That was the point. "Oh yeah. I've just been caught up in homework and stuff."

"I've observed that you've been more into studying lately."

"Sometimes I really love school that I get more into it, and I found some really good books."

"Are you reading?"

"What do you think I'm doing right now?"

"What I mean is are you reading reading or reading therapy?"

"And what do you mean by that?" My hands grip the book a little tighter and my eyes finally make contact with his.

"LIke are you actually reading or are you reading because you're stressed or trying to get over something?"

"And why would I be stressed or trying to get over something?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. I just thought you might considering Lavender Brown and the Weasel are a thing."

Ron did tell me he was dating Lavender, and I was happy for him. "Why would I try getting over Ron or be stressed over that?"

"Haven't you had like the biggest crush on him since forever ago?"

"No. I never had a crush on Ron. We're just too incompatible. I only see him as a friend, and considering he's now in a relationship I think he thinks the same of me."

"Oh. Then why are you stressing yourself?"

"I'm not stressing myself."

"Yes you are."

"I beg to differ."

"Then why have you been avoiding me?" He says with frustration.

"I haven't been avoiding you!"

"Are you kidding me? You think I don't notice that every time I walk into a room you're in, you walk out? You think I don't notice how you still talk to Harry and Ron but not me? How you don't even look my way anymore when we pass by each other? How you treat me like the plague? "

That was all true. I look to the ground. "I'm sorry. I just can't be your friend anymore."

There was silence for awhile. "What did I do?"

How could I answer that? My feelings for him are too strong for us to just be friends. "It just won't work." I packed my stuff and started to leave but not without quietly whispering to myself, "I'm giving you your chance of happiness." Little did I know, that he heard me and said to himself. "But you are my happiness."

What did you think? Cheesy ending I know but I couldn't help it. Should I make a sequel? Tell me what you think.