Not Quite Perfect
By: Demoness Mark
He want her. She will want him. Why not? They'll make the perfect couple, his look and her brains. No one will ever know about the blond ein the shadows. No one will ever know that she was enough to change a Slytherin. No one will ever know that I ever cared for anyone.
Who could blame her? He has been her best friend for years, and me? Me, I've been her worst enemy.
Everyone has a childhood nemsis, I suppose. I was hers.
She has every reason to hate me. I don't blame her if she does. I been nothing but cruel to her since we first met. But still... there were times when I almost thought she liked me... loved me. But there is no hope of a future with her, as he's claimed her.
He always gets what he wants. There are some people who would say that about me, but they don't understand. All I've ever wanted was a home, a family, and when I was old enough a family of my own who I could love. I have no home, my family owns several estates, but none of them are homey or even plesant. My family consists of a drunken and abusive father and a mother who cares only about fashion and material possessions. And a family that I could love is now ruled out, as the only woman who I could love is probably going to end up his wife.
I should explain myself, I suppose. After all there will never be anyone reading this, what with all of the protective spells I've placed on it. The he I refer to is one Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the golden boy, the wizarding world's savior. The she refered to is Hermione Granger, the one I love. Me? I'm Draco Malfoy, yes, THAT Malfoy. For the first sixteen years of my life I was daddies little boy, then I grew up. It actually started with a slap. Don't look so shocked, I've been slapped before. But I'm getting side-tracked...
The funny thing about love is that it sneaks up behind you when your not looking. I always thought that I'd fall in love with Pansy or Blaise. But I realized the they were friends, nothing more, but nothing less.
***
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked coming through the portrait hole of the head common room.
"Nothing that includes you."
"Look, um, Mal... Draco, can we talk?"
"About what?"
"Harry just asked me to marry him."
"And this matters to me, why?"
"I said no."
"What? Why?"
"I don't care for him, not like that. I didn't realize it at first, but..."
"But what?"
"Prom... Never mind, you'll get freaked out no matter what. I care for you."
"You don't."
"I do to, I just didn't realize it."
"Don't lie. Don't give me false hope. I might not have been a Death Eater, but I am still a Slytherin. All Gryffindor's hate all Slytherins. Don't let me think that there is a chance that you might love me back."
"I don't lie."
By: Demoness Mark
He want her. She will want him. Why not? They'll make the perfect couple, his look and her brains. No one will ever know about the blond ein the shadows. No one will ever know that she was enough to change a Slytherin. No one will ever know that I ever cared for anyone.
Who could blame her? He has been her best friend for years, and me? Me, I've been her worst enemy.
Everyone has a childhood nemsis, I suppose. I was hers.
She has every reason to hate me. I don't blame her if she does. I been nothing but cruel to her since we first met. But still... there were times when I almost thought she liked me... loved me. But there is no hope of a future with her, as he's claimed her.
He always gets what he wants. There are some people who would say that about me, but they don't understand. All I've ever wanted was a home, a family, and when I was old enough a family of my own who I could love. I have no home, my family owns several estates, but none of them are homey or even plesant. My family consists of a drunken and abusive father and a mother who cares only about fashion and material possessions. And a family that I could love is now ruled out, as the only woman who I could love is probably going to end up his wife.
I should explain myself, I suppose. After all there will never be anyone reading this, what with all of the protective spells I've placed on it. The he I refer to is one Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the golden boy, the wizarding world's savior. The she refered to is Hermione Granger, the one I love. Me? I'm Draco Malfoy, yes, THAT Malfoy. For the first sixteen years of my life I was daddies little boy, then I grew up. It actually started with a slap. Don't look so shocked, I've been slapped before. But I'm getting side-tracked...
The funny thing about love is that it sneaks up behind you when your not looking. I always thought that I'd fall in love with Pansy or Blaise. But I realized the they were friends, nothing more, but nothing less.
***
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked coming through the portrait hole of the head common room.
"Nothing that includes you."
"Look, um, Mal... Draco, can we talk?"
"About what?"
"Harry just asked me to marry him."
"And this matters to me, why?"
"I said no."
"What? Why?"
"I don't care for him, not like that. I didn't realize it at first, but..."
"But what?"
"Prom... Never mind, you'll get freaked out no matter what. I care for you."
"You don't."
"I do to, I just didn't realize it."
"Don't lie. Don't give me false hope. I might not have been a Death Eater, but I am still a Slytherin. All Gryffindor's hate all Slytherins. Don't let me think that there is a chance that you might love me back."
"I don't lie."