AN: So this is my attempt at a drabble for the "Twenty minute drabble challenge" It's just a little something that popped into my head. Hope you all enjoy! It takes place around the Yule Ball fourth year.
Bloody Granger
Draco cursed her very presence. Why did she have to look so stunning in that pink dress? When he saw her fall in a heap of silk and chiffon on the staircase, he had wanted to go and comfort her. Of course he couldn't, not then. He was with his mates and comforting the Gryffindor Princess wasn't on his agenda, any move towards her would be out of the question...but god had he wanted to go to her. Draco did allow himself the pleasure of shoving the weasel into a stone wall on his way through the hallway, just enough to make the ponce fall to the ground.
Hermione would never trust another man again. She'd be forever mooning over the red headed git who probably didn't even know how to keep a witch like her happy. Draco secretly had a longing for the girl, one he was just starting to accept. He remembered every glance in potions class, every look even if it was just to sneer at him in disgust or superiority. It was better than her not looking at him at all.
Draco made up his mind as he passed her crying huddled body on the stairs. One day Hermione Granger would be his...if only for a moment. He knew he had no right to ask for anything more permanent. Their worlds were too different. His blood was too pure, his family too prestigious. So they had the same interests, so they were both smart, so her eyes sparkled like nothing he had ever seen...so what.
It wasn't meant to be.