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Draco's Point of View
It was my last day at Hogwarts, and it could be the last day I will ever see the love of my life, Hermione Jean Granger. It all started out in my second year. I bored the Hogwarts Express, surprised to see the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. I hadn't taken notice to Hermione the previous year, but now she had definitely captured my interest.
I would send her hints that I liked her from time to time, but she seemed completely oblivious. It wasn't until the middle of the year that I had finally got her attention. Weasely had done something stupid. I shot back a smart remark, only to be put back in my place by Hermione. Finally, she had noticed me. But it wasn't enough, I needed her attention, so I called her a mudblood. The look on her face tore my heart. Tears welled in her eyes and streaked down her rosie cheeks. Her beautiful face was contorted into one of sadness and embarrassment. Not a day has went by that I didn't regret saying it.
And in third year, when her fist collided with my face, sure it hurt like hell, but it was worth it. She looked so beautiful when she was angry. Well, she always looks beautiful.
And I will never forget that tragic day in fourth year, the day I was going to confess my feelings.
(Flashback)
I was walking to the library fumbling with my fingers, trying to recite what I was going to say. Today would be the day that I finally told Hermione I loved her and ask her out to the Yule Ball. Screw my father and my deatheater family, I loved a muggleborn and there was nothing they could do about it. I finally got to the library. Hermione was sitting at a table all by herself, working on a potions essay. I smiled inwardly, and thought, "Finally I got her alone". I only took about two paces when someone else sat down next to her. It was Viktor Krum.
I hid behind a bookshelf and eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Hello Her-mi-o-ninny," the stupid Bulgarian oaf said.
"Hello Viktor," Hermione replied, her voice upbeat and excited.
"I vas wondering if you had a date to ze Yule Ball?" He said apprehensively.
My heart sunk, my hands dropped to my sides, and I hung my head. I was too late. Hermione replied with a very excited 'yes'. I couldn't hear any more. And that night I did something a Malfoy should never do, I cried.
