Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling.
A/n: Draco's POV.
I took one look at her and was enraptured by her beauty. I heard her speak and was amazed at her intellect.
Ever since then, I wanted her.
But I had to pretend that I didn't.
Pretend because she was forbidden.
We were never meant to be. We were two different people, leading two different lives, having two different fates.
So I had to pretend.
Pretend that I wasn't falling for a mudblood.
Because Malfoys do not fall in love with mudbloods.
I was in danger. My family was near death. I was at the mercy of the Dark Lord.
Only she would listen. Only she could help. Only she could love me for what I really am. For who I am.
I had to pretend that I didn't care. She had to pretend that she wasn't helping me. Fixing me. Putting back the broken pieces little by little.
We had to pretend.
Pretend because the world wasn't expecting a mudblood to help a Malfoy.
I fell in love with her. And she loved me back, more than I could ever imagine. It was verboten. It wasn't supposed to happen, but it did.
We hugged, we laughed, we cried, we fought, we kissed and we made love.
Still, we pretended.
Pretended because the world wasn't ready for this. For us.
Someone found out. The Dark Lord now knew of our dark secret. Now, she was in danger. And I had to do the regrettable. The painful.
I broke her heart.
I had to pretend that I didn't love her anymore.
Pretend or she would die.
And I was back to where I started.
Broken.
Pretending.
Pretending that I no longer felt for her.
I always had been pretending that I didn't want her.
And I always will be pretending that I will never love her again.
But I did.
I do.
I will.
I just have to go on pretending.
Pretending because I am meant to.
Pretending is the only way Draco Malfoy can love Hermione Granger.