DISCLAIMER: ALL OF THE CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY J.K ROWLING. I DO NOT OWN THEM AT ALL. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT.
Why did I have to hurt her?
Why did I have to belittle her?
I already knew the answer; I grew up with these ideologies.
It would be easy if I didn't care for her. Dream about her. Like, maybe even love her.
And I knew that she didn't love me back. My heart burned for her. There was aching from my chest all the way down to my core. I couldn't cure this pain. Only live through it.
I was walking down the halls when I bumped into her.
"Granger, watch where you are going," I sneered.
She glared at me and replied with her haughty tone.
"It was not me, I can assure you. Maybe you have two left feet, Malfoy," she replied.
She walked past me and I couldn't help looking at her delectable arse. I inwardly groaned. I felt my wood rising and I sprinted toward the Head Boy and Girl Dorms. I had to live with Hermione Granger for the entire school year and looking at her while she is in a small towel is too hard. I slammed the door to my room and placed a silencing spell.
I ripped off my pants and started stroking my manhood. I stroking furiously.
"Granger!" I yelled out as I came.
