It was foggy, dark- I remember. The wind blew a chill through your bones. It was
ironic really, taking into consideration that the most amazing event happened that day.
But then again that one amazing day turned the following ones into hell…so I
guess it makes sense. They cancel each other out: the amazing versus the horrible-it
would become a neutral. Really, if you think about it, I and he would make a neutral too,
that is if we were ever together. We would be considered neutral (or insane…that's
probably a better word to describe it) through everyone elses eyes- two polar opposites. I
would believe that too. I did until that day. I wish I still did. But life doesn't normally
play out that way.
I am a 17 year old in the middle of winter. My hat covers my bushy brown hair as
I decide to wander into the forest. My two best friend's names are Ronald Weasley and
Harry Potter. I'm sure you've heard of them, everyone else has. If you haven't, well then
now you have. If you never wanted to hear of them then I apologize, I just spoiled it for
you. You've probably heard of me too. I don't want to sound full of it but it's the truth.
People like to call us the 'Golden Trio.'- No this is not a band name though Ron has
insisted on creating one.
So basically to sum up, I am 17 years old, punished with wild bushy brown hair, I
have two close friends, I am extremely famous and I am going for a walk into the forest
in the middle of winter…alone.
To think.
I am accused of doing that way to much.
Everyone had gone to Hogsmeade, including Harry, Ron and Ginny (you'll hear
about her later.) A perfect time to get some distance, especially after all the attention I've
been getting lately. It wasn't the most pleasant weather…quite gloomy, but I've faced
worse, so such little things don't really bother me anymore.
I wore sneakers which wasn't really a smart choice for walking in 2 feet deep
snow in the middle of the forest- that's not really important so ignore that.
I had been walking for maybe 20 minutes when I saw him. Every curse
imaginable went through my bran just that second. My arch foe stood a few meters in
front of me, his back to me. Yes I know arch foe sounds corny, but hey, I'm muggle born
and I secretly idolize batman so it's okay.
He was standing in front of a tree with his wand doing something I couldn't see. I
tried to creep up quietly to sneak a peek. Naturally, like I said before, life doesn't work
that way. A twig snapped that sent him spinning towards the noise…being me.
"What the- oh…it's you," his eyes narrowed.
"Last time I checked."
"Last time I checked you were still an annoying know-it-all," he looked me up
and down. "Things haven't seemed to change much."
"What are you doing?"
"Like I'm about to tell you? You're funny."
"I try," I smiled, cheeky.
He rolled his eyes, turning back around.
Silence.
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then leave."
"Not very social are you?"
"With your kind? No. I don't converse with mudbloods," his voice blank.
"I cannot believe you still resort to that."
"Oh-oh-I don't care," he said with fake enthusiasm.
Silence.
It was weird. He was usually quite talkative and abusive. He seemed to be lacking
his usual spark. It bothered me.
"Hey ferret!"
No answer.
"Ferret!"
No answer.
"Ferret?!"
Nothing.
The asshole was ignoring me.
So I did what first came to mind. I took out my wand mumbling, 'flipendo.'
It hit him right in the back making him fly backwards hitting the tree behind him.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" Rage filled his whole face, eyes blazing.
"I hate it when people ignore me."
Instantly his rage faded. Instead a smirk now formed on his lips. There's the old
attitude coming back.
"Well we wouldn't want that would we?" he said so quietly I had to lean in to
hear.
And then the next second he was in front of me- At least a head taller, pale skin,
with matching pale blonde hair, his hands holding mine over my head, pinning me up
again a tree. The bark of the tree scratched my back, because I had foolishly just taken a
sweater.
"Oh quit with the drama," I smirked casually, though in reality my heart was
pumping, hard. "I've had a bad day, can you just let me go."
This only made his smirk more pronounced, his eyes menacing, dancing with
amusement. "Well we wouldn't want to make it harder on you."
"Shut up, you don't know what crap I have to go through."
"What? Time table messed up? Got an E instead of an O in Potions? Weasley
dumped you again?" He laughed, sarcasm running through every word.
"Some of us have to deal with problems, not everyone has enough money to pay
off their problems you jack ass. Oh and we also don't murder our problems off. It's called
civility. Maybe you've heard of it."
All amusement left his features instantly, "I don't murder my problems. If that
were so you would have been gone 6 years ago."
"Oh, yeah that's right! You get your father to do it for you! Sorry I got that mixed
up. You just kill for pleasure, that's it."
"You shouldn't say things like that," voice soft, yet dangerous.
"What? Does that bother you? We all know you want to follow right into daddy's
foot steps. To join the club."
"I am not."
"Yeah, really? Then how do you describe your behavior? Hmm? Why do you do
it?" I laughed. I was on a roll. But then I saw it: The flicker in his eye and how they
penetrated me- pale grey eyes, staring right into me. I couldn't look away. They were so
beautiful. I had never noticed it before. There was just one slight flaw in them. They were
angry, furious. I pushed my back against the tree trying to get farther away from him. I
wanted to look away; still I couldn't tear my gaze away.
"You know nothing. Don't even try to pretend that you've lived it all." His voice
remained calm, serous. "Tell me. Have you ever loved someone? Loved someone so
much you would do anything to impress them? No matter how bad it was?" His voice
started to rise and he threw his hands away from me, turning his back as I stumbled. He
continued, "Just to be accepted? And no matter how friggin hard you tried you somehow
just get worse and worse?" Pause. His voice now a whisper. All the anger was gone. It
was just sad. "That no matter what, they never loved you back."
That was when he looked back at me thoughtfully. I stared into his eyes, and we
stood there. Just for a minute both taking in what had just happened. That was when his
eyes grew wide at what he had just revealed. Without another word he picked up his
wand which had fallen on the snow and walked away.
My legs shook, I suddenly felt weak. And soon, soon I would find out how that
feeling felt. The feelings that he felt would be mine.
Why? Because that was the day when I, Hermione Granger, first started falling in
love with him, Draco Malfoy.