EDITED: I was re-reading this and decided I would go back and fix some minor things and re-post it. This was written way back in February around Valentine's Day.
Authors Note: So this is what happens when you hate Valentine's Day and wish it wasn't a holiday. In my opinion, if you really care about someone, tell them 365 days of the year not just 1. So anyways, this is what I have come up with. Let me know what you think please and thank-you.
Draco3Hermione
I see you with him, you look so happy. The way you smile when he says or does something nice, or the way you laugh when he does something stupid. It makes me wish I didn't have to act the way I do. I wish I didn't have to make fun of you, call you names, or pretend to hate you.
Sometimes I try to imagine my life if I didn't love you, I hated it. Somehow, the dreams of you wrapped in my arms, or your soft lips on mine creep into my mind. I don't know if that's any better or not.
I was in the library the other day when you two walked in. You went and sat at a table, you bringing out a book, and he brought out what looked like some homework that you had probably already finished. As you opened your book, a look of peace and enjoyment came over your face. It made you look even prettier than you are. He had a look of frustration and annoyance on his face, which made him look even more like a weasel. Your two faces contrasted, and looked so foreign, and didn't look right together at all.
After a while, Weasel had stopped, and was staring into space, when a blonde Ravenclaw walked in, carrying some books. Sure she was pretty, but not nearly as pretty as you. Weasel however didn't seem to think so because he started staring at the girl long and hard. It disgusted me, and it would have disgusted you too if you had noticed, you were too wrapped up in your book to notice though. I wish you had, and then maybe you would be able to see how much of an arsehole he is.
Maybe someday you will notice, and break up with him. Then maybe, I will finally have the guts to stand up to my father, and show you how I really feel. Then maybe, you will see the real me, the me no one else ever gets to see. Maybe someday, I'll have the chance to make up for everything I did, and then maybe, just maybe, we can be together.
Authors Note 2: And this is what I wrote in two science classes. Hope you didn't have a horrible Valentine's Day.
~DarkAngel1213