Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Wished I did, cause then I would made Dramione an official couple and making tons of money as a bonus.
A/N: My university entrance exam is nearing so naturally I got so stressed out that I had to do something, which led me to write this. It's my first Dramione fic, so please don't harm me- but reviews are always welcomed! I'm not from UK, let alone an English speaking country so it may seem rough... Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it!
Consequences be damned. She's beautiful. And I want her.
He thought as he watched her speak actively about Witches' rights and how they were being violated in the Wizarding Society — pure or not.
Hell, I'm not a Malfoy for nothing, and Malfoy's always get what they want — even if that's Granger.
Hermione Granger, the war heroin, best friend to the Boy-Who-Couldn't-Bloody-Die-No-Matter-How-Much-He-Tried and Weasel-Who's-Lucky-Enough-To-Have-Her, the savior of his family, the most beautiful mind on Earth, and-and-
He couldn't think. She was looking at him right now—smiling.
And he was awestruck. But then, he also realized what was in his mind for a very long time.
But, maybe, Malfoy's don't deserve anything that is good and innocent.
Because as much as she was the best thing that happened to him after the War, she was also that much unreachable. She was good. Purer than any other. Always caring and forgiving, which was something he was always grateful of. She forgave him when others, who suffered lot less than her, were reluctant to do so.
To him she was what made him wake up every morning, but she was also the reason why he could never sleep at night.
Because he loved her so much, but he knew she would never love him. So even though he could smile back at her smile, because she thought they were friends, he could never smile truly. He always had that pain in his eyes.
She was unreachable. She was untouchable. She was unattainable.
At least to him.
So he did his best to hide his undying love, and clapped with others after her speech and silently left when others surrounded her to talk.
She will never be yours. She will never be yours. She will never be yours.
He thought over and over again like a mantra.
But what if?
And he would torture himself all over again that night with that unrealistic hope that someday she could be his.
But what he did not see was Hermione Granger politely declining small talks to reach him. She went- no ran to where he had been before. But when she reached the spot, he was no longer there. Draco Malfoy was gone from her sight- again. He never knew how disappointed that made her every time, because she secretly loved his eyes, his smile, his smirk.
He was intoxicating like that.
A/N: I might change this into a multi-chaptered fic after the exam if readers want it- or if I have enough ideas!