Unreturned Affection
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. J.K. Rowling does. Damn her!
Draco Malfoy had a problem He sat there staring at the back of her head. He couldn't think. Hell, he couldn't even breathe. She was so beautiful. She sat there gently bitting her lip as she stirred her softly, simmering potion. She leaned over and said something to one of her friends. He hated them. All he wanted to do was steal her from them. She was to wonderful, to good for them. She was perfect. There was no way around it. She only had one flaw. She was a mudblood. Hermione was his dream girl, but his father would kill her to prevent a romantic relationship from blossoming. He could never have her. He was a Malfoy. Malfoys were not supposed to love mudbloods. If he wasn't supposed to, then why did he? She was forribiden, and it made her even more alluring. It drove him insane. She drove him insane. The worst thing about it was, she did not know. She didn't know how much he loved her. She could never find out. It was impossible. He loved her to much to tell her how he felt. She could get hurt. He would rather die than see her in pain. She was too perfect. It wasn't fair. However, nobody ever said life was fair. Draco heaved a heavy, sorowful sigh. He whispered "I love you." Three words he could never say to her. The object of his affection could never know. It was better like this. He watched her hand brush against Weasley's arm. He saw the crimson blush that crept up her cheeks. Weasley missed it. Typical. They really didn't deserve her, but they had her. There was no solution to Draco's problem.