Story Notes/Warnings: Currently planned as a two shot. Chapters are awfully short. Changing POVs per chapter. Written while I was suffering from insomnia. Again, typed through my phone. Unedited, since my beta is not yet back so pardon me for any unnoticed errors. Compliant to HP books. Following a prompt from a contest I hosted at HEX.
Dedication: To my brother, who just passed away a while ago. I wasn't particularly close to you, but I'll miss you nonetheless. We love you. Stay in heaven and watch upon us. We'll make you happy while you're in there. xxx
Ship: Draco Malfoy - Hermione Granger
Prompt: The scent of unrequited love.
Apology in Paper
written by gyabo8
(Hermione's POV)
It was during my second year that I received my first flower.
After I had helped Ron get settled when his wand backfired and made him vomit out slugs, I bid Harry and Ron a hasty goodbye and immediately ran towards the Gryffindor Tower.
Crying.
Crying that a whole lot of wizards and witches won't recognize me and accept me for what I have become - a witch, and a competent one at that.
Was it my fault that I was born from a mere muggle couple? Was I to blame for not having a pureblood heritage? Was I at fault that I was, as Malfoy had put it, a Mudblood?
That moment, as my feet carried me from Hagrid's hut to the castle, I really did think I was. Why else would people never cease to rub that seemingly disgusting fact on my face whenever they had a chance on doing so? Why else would they keep sneering or glaring at me as they look at me like I was some dirt in their shoes?
I really can't think of why these people can't push this kind of prejudice aside. I never asked them for help. I never did anything rude to any of them, nor did I, in any way, insult them. In fact, it has always been the other way around. I always paid them respect, especially since I am quite aware that I am the one entering their world.
Tears went flowing down my now flushed face, and when I reached the portrait that opened to our dormitories, the Fat Lady just allowed me in without asking for a password. I scrambled inside hurriedly, hoping to heavens my housemates won't pay attention to my sobbing state. But, alas, the heavens are not with me.
I entered my shared quarters, hoping that Lavender and Parvati were not in yet. As soon as my feet stepped through the door, lights turned on, and a sudden unusual cold wind swept on my face, caressing my cheek. It was unusual. The cold. Our rooms were always, ALWAYS, under a warming charm. But when I saw the window of our quarters opened wide, I merely shrugged the coldness out, and hurried to the window to close it.
However, just as I was to shut it, I noticed something sitting by the ledge which seemed to shine despite the darkness. I picked it up. It was a blue paper flower. A tulip origami. I lifted it to my nose, smelling sage, and citrus. I wiped my tears gone, and my lips slowly curved into a smile.
End notes: I'm in a particularly gloomy mood, so pardon the shortness. I'm not used to writing long chapters too. So yeah. I'm past halfway of the second chapter. Again, I'm still not sure as to how long this fic would go so please do let me know what you think so far. Reviews are loved. :)