He ALWAYS hated her. She did better than him in almost everything. That's probably why he loved flying so much - The freedom, the feeling of knowing he was the best at what he did up there. It was years after the war, and although he was a handsome bachelor, he often thought back to her, in her midnight blue, at the yule ball. She was beautiful, inside and out, and she really cared... He loved it when she fought with the red-head who was so pathetically in love with her. Until he broke her heart, then things got serious. He moved away from his mom, after finding a wife. Hermione was heartbroken, of course. He always thought she deserved better than the Weasel. He knew she'd never look at him twice - Not with his past. They were co-workers, nothing more. But she looked so beautiful in the same midnight blue tonight at the Ministry's annual dinner...
He found it wonderful to often sit in reminiscence.
Hey guys.. Short one-shot! For those of you who didn't realize, it's Draco, thinking about Hermione =P haha... read, enjoy, review! - Carri xx