Draco and Hermione Songfic.
"Crush" by David Archuleta
In our first year, she became Potter and Weasley's friend. I didn't care; she was nothing but a muggle born who didn't deserve to be in Hogwarts. In our second year, I called her mudblood. I was so stupid. But how was I supposed to know that this would happen? In our third year she retaliated and called me a 'foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach.' I wonder if that's what she really thought of me, because surely I did NOT think of her as a mudblood who shouldn't be at Hogwarts. In fact, she was probably the best student to come from our generation. In our fourth year, I saw her at the Yule Ball; she looked amazing, no, stunning, no, there were no words for how she looked that night, and I couldn't even tell her. I couldn't even tell her that, that was when I realized what I felt for her, what I felt for Hermione Granger.
Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you; You got me hypnotized So mesmerized...
Why couldn't I just go and tell her? Why couldn't I walk up to her and ask her out? Why? Oh right, because of our family differences. She was muggle born, I'm a pureblood, I've got power, and she's just from a small muggle family of...what do you call them? Dentists?
Do you ever think When you're all alone All that we could be? Where this thing could go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it really just another crush? Do you catch a breath
when I look at you? Are you holding back like the way I do? 'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away But I know this crush ain't going away
Did she feel the same way? I mean, I can't just go by how she looks at me, I've never been able to do that. I look at her like she's nothing more than dust under a table, and she looks at me as if my head will explode from how much my parents have spoiled me. Every time I sneak a look at her, when we're in potions and she's able to get everything perfect in one swift movement, I find her amazing. When I see her in the library, studying, I wish I could go and sit next to her, ask her to help me. When I see her with Potter and Weasley, I'm jealous of them. I wish I could be the one making her smile like that. But, I'm extremely frustrated when Weasley says something to annoy her, and she walks off. I wish I could be the one to go to her and comfort her and tell her that she needs not to worry about him. But I can't. And as those Muggles would put it, it sucks.
See it's a chance we gotta take, Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last, last forever, forever!
I think these words everyday. I think about them, and I wonder how I could tell her. I think about what she might say. It's a lost battle, I know that. But somewhere, I think that there might be something that's possible, something that we can have together, something that'll show others that these silly family and blood differences don't matter! If only she knew, though. And if only she hadn't chosen Weasley. But, what can I do now? What's done is done. We've made our choices, me with Astoria, and her with Weasley...what if I had been nicer to her, to them. Would it have made a difference? Would she be mine today? Would I be able to look her in the eye and tell her that I love her? What if? What if...
Fin