Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Blink 182's 'I Miss You'. It's just the plot that I can consider mine :).


"Been a year…"

It was cold that day. The wind slightly brushed against his arms. The sky was grey.

Just like that day.

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Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm always asking this question. She broke up with me two years ago, and now she's looking at me like she wants me back. What the hell is wrong with her?

You're back to making poems again. It reminds me… you once told me that I was the reason why you wrote poems…

Maybe she has a new boyfriend now. Why do I care? The question is, why would I? We've been long over, but still, I have this feeling… a feeling that… gah, what the heck am I thinking? It's not like I should hate her or something… but I can't deny the fact that I… still like her.

The way you stare, it's different.

Of course I hated you since first year, but I never expected myself to like you four years later… must be the hormones… damn it. Maybe it's because of my good looks that got you attracted? Or maybe my pureblood status? Then again, mudbloods and purebloods can't be together. Never.

But I loved you back… I didn't know why, yet it felt good, and nothing else mattered.

Yes, I admit... I did love you back. And at that time, it felt like nothing else mattered...

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Hermione Granger. Everyone loves that name, especially the professors. Well, it couldn't be helped since she was goody twoshoes and brainy. But why? She was a mudblood and all, and muggles disgust me... or at least that's what my father made me believe. But the most unbelievable thing that ever happened, was me, Draco Malfoy, falling in love with you. Damn hormones! It's not like you're not human or anything, and of course you're a muggle, I can't expect you to not grow... and not develop 'those'. Shit. I must be retarted. When I think of you, I'd always conclude that it's because you've grown... err, beau... okay you've grown beautiful dammit... Well, I must admit that I'm kind of hot, maybe that's what got you to like me.

Crabbe and Goyle were the ones who told me that you liked me. For the first time, these guys had done something sensible. Well, it's not like I'm saying that gossiping is sensible okay?

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Fifth year. Hormones are working their way out again. Am I just a late bloomer or what? Since when did I got so angsty and critical minded? I don't think anyone would wanna answer that, especially when it's me, Draco Malfoy, they'll be talking about. And hey, becoming prefect is the best part of it anyway, can't blame my dad people!

The Yule ball is two weeks away, and it's a great miracle that no girl from my house has ever invited me to go yet! And what's weird is that I've been thinking of... asking her... well you know who I mean... If she rejects me because she thinks it's uncool for a Gryffindor to go with a Slytherin, then it's fine. The hell I'd really care, or so...

I bet she's in the library, burying herself into those pile of books again. She is Granger after all, what would you expect? Okay then, I'm gonna go there and find out what my fate would be.

I was right. But the odd thing was that she wasn't reading, nor writing. She was talking with someone. Hmm, pretty strange for Granger to talk with someone in the library. They were both turning back, but I knew it was her because of her hair. It wasn't bushy anymore, rather it was straight and sleek, she looked uhm... sexy with it. Well, whatever. The guy... couldn't recognize him, so I just pretended to walk past them and got some books. Pretended to 'accidentally' drop one so that I could turn around and 'get' it back. When I did, I looked up to see who the guy was. Hah. I should've expected it to be him. Potter. But why would Potter ask her out? I thought he was smitten with Cho Chang. Well, she must've rejected him, probably still not over Diggory. I stayed there for a while until I noticed the both of them preparing to leave. I stood up and returned the books I was gonna 'borrow'.

"Don't worry, I didn't hear your little conversation." Dammit, I didn't want to look mean in front of her now, but Potter's here, and I hate his guts, just as much he hates mine.

"Of course you didn't. You wouldn't want to meddle with people like us, do you now?" If I was an ass, he was too. I just smirked at him and diverted my attention to Granger. Even if she her eyes were piercing, she still looked cute. Whoa! Where'd that come from? I just described Granger... cute. This is like a spell, I can't control it. And she must hate, and like me at the same time.

"Whatever Potter, but I bet you're inviting her to the ball, are you? Well, it's not that I care anyway." With that, I left, but I was trembling inside. I can't help it, not with her around. Well, since the start of fifth year, I've been like this... Actually, I didn't leave the library, just used a potion to make myself invsible, and it'll only last for an hour, maybe enough to eavesdrop on them. Hmm... maybe eavesdropping would be an enjoyable pastime. I sat beside Granger. Of course, I am invisible, she won't see me. Before I could relax myself, the scent of her perfume came running through my nostrils.

"So Harry, have you asked Cho yet? Back at the room of requirement, I could tell that you wanted to go to her and ask her." Since when did I start to love that voice? I continued on listening to their conversation.

"Actually, I did, but she rejected me..." Poor guy. I could tell he was breaking down inside. I am a guy, so I know.

"Oh... she must still be in love with Cedric..."I always envy how she cares a lot about Potter and Weasley. Yeah, I wish she'd be like that to me. But just ten minutes ago, I was a jerk to Potter, but there's still hope.

"It seems like that... well anyway, has somebody asked you out yet?"

"No, there's no one yet..." Hmm... Odd. Her eyes wandered somewhere as she said it. I get it, she must be waiting for me to ask her.

"Well... since I got rejected, and no one asked you yet, can we go together? I mean as friends of course." There was stiffness in his voice. Good. That must mean he had no feelings for her.

"Uhm... actually Harry... how do I say this? I'm uh, waiting for someone to ask me..."

"Well, you have one now facing you."

"Yeah, but... I don't want it to be you, or Ron... well... it's like this Harry, I like this guy, and I'm kinda waiting for him to ask me out..." It was so good to be this close to her, I could see her cheeks turning pink.

"Oh. So who's the guy 'Mione? Do we know him? Is he a classmate? He might want a lecture first." Piff. Here he goes with his arrogant ass again. Can't blame the guy. When it's Granger, and if a guy's involved, he turns on his overprotective-mode.

"Oh c'mon Harry! We're already in fifth year and you're still looking at me like I'm still five! I can take care of myself." She suddenly stood up, got her books and left. It's a good thing that the potion will wear off, like a minute from now! Shit! I quickly ran away, and became visible again as I got outside.

I walked back to my room. I call it my room since I'm a prefect now. I was reading about an info about a spell as I was walking, until I bumped into someone.

"Could you watch were you're damn walking next time! I'm gonna take points from you dam-" As I looked up, it was Granger. Oh my god. This isn't good. She didn't answer back, and before I could say something too, I just noticed that we were in a very interesting position. Me under her, and she on top of me. My heart was beating insanely fast, I could feel butterflies in my stomach too.

"I uh..."

"No need to explain. I get it. It's stupid and hell as crazy of me to not look at where I'm going and bump into the one guy I shouldn't have bumped, I'm so-"

"No! Don't say that. It's me who should be saying sorry. I was busy reading something..." Whoa! Another point taken from the noble house of Malfoy. I just apologized to someone!

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry, you deaf or something?"

"Hah! A Malfoy apologizing to me? Now that's a miracle..." Haha, I could tell she was trying to sound sarcastic. Maybe she needed to, since Weasley just passed by, and she looked at him, telling him to back off and leave it all to her. Weasley obviously didn't want another quarrely with her, so he just continued on walking.

"Well yeah, whatever." She helped me stand up. When she touched my hand, I felt a bolt of electric shock on my arm.

"Thanks." Shit, another one! Falling in love with a girl does have its 'disadvantages' for a Malfoy. Okay, well I am a 'Malfoy' because of my dad, but I think that the 'inner' Malfoy within me is dissolving.

She didn't say goodbye or something, she just left. Trying to be like me huh? Like I'm going to give up. Draco never gives up.


The title for this fic is supposed to be the same with my other one, but instead, I changed it's title to give way for this fic. Please R&R!