A/N: This story contains love triangles galore and also some new pairings that I've never seen before, but thought I'd try out. Not all the pairs are actually together, some just want to be.
This story is just basically a chapter for each person talking about their feelings. Kind of a stupid story, but one I couldn't help but write.
Regrets Are Nothing New
Draco: Cloak of Evil
As I walk down the dark corridor I spot them. They're snogging way down at the end by the window. It's hard to imagine Mudblood Granger actually snogging someone, but there she is. With her secret relationship. Why it's secret, I have no idea. It's not as if he's a Slytherin. Although, he is a Hufflepuff, which may be worse. Worse to me anyway.
Justin Finch-Fletchley. What kind of a name is that? If I were completely honest, I'd say it was kind of cool name, really. But he's a Hufflepuff which makes it loath able. And highly grotesque.
But I wonder why she keeps it secret. Is it because she secretly desires someone else, but she's hanging onto the Hufflepuff until something better comes along? Probably not. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem like the type to do that. I, on the other hand, am the type to do that.
It's not okay for me to like anyone outside of my house, outside of my standards. But I do. Even if no one knows it. I don't even know why I like her so much. But every time I see her I get sick to my stomach with envy that I can't have her, yet someone else can. Anyone else, really.
Pansy and I have been 'dating' since third year. She hangs on me all the time anyway, might as well make it official. It pleases my Father and keeps him at bay so one good thing comes out of it. Plus, she's not that bad of a snogger even though she's completely mindless. I may date her, but I don't even like her. It's just for appearances. I think she does like me, but it doesn't matter. I don't care. She can go and screw someone else, it wouldn't bother me. This relationship is strictly for appearances.
She's a Pureblood, but she's no Malfoy. According to Father, I could do better (I agree) but I could also do worse. Worse, to him would be the Mudblood. But even though she's a Mudblood, she's smart and sweet. Well, sweet to Potter and Weasley. Not to me. I've never done anything to deserve her friendship.
But I don't want her friendship. I just want her.
I dream about her, much to my dismay. Every waking hour I think about her and when I sleep, I dream about her. She haunts me. I can't get her out of my head. But I have to try. I can't go on wanting someone I can never have. Even if she'd take me. Which she wouldn't, I'm sure.
I pause before I into the library. They think they are bathed in darkness, but I can make out their outlines. I can see them going at it. I do have eyes you know.
The sight sickens me to no end. I want nothing more then to run there and beat the hell out of him. He's not worthy of her. No one is.
I've had these feelings since second year. I hid them behind hostility. When I first met her, I thought she was pretty, but nothing special. I soon realized that she was. And she's a force to be reckoned with too. She's got a lot of spirit and a lot of fight. And a lot of knowledge. I could just bask in her all day. I'd learn new things and I'm sure I'd see a side of myself I never knew existed.
But it does not do well do dwell on dreams and forget to live. A wise man once said that. Albus Dumbledore, despite being a Mudblood lover, is an okay guy. I would never admit that though. Not if I want to keep my head.
I wonder what the other Slytherins would say if they knew my true feelings? I still despise Mudbloods, but not all of them. I hate Gryffindors, but not all of them.
I know what you're thinking. I'm in love. No. I'm not. I don't even know what love is. I like her, but I'm not in love with her. She's too out of my league to be in love with. It's like she's a shining star in the sky and I'm a measly beetle, looking up at her.
But in reality, I am the star and she's the beetle. At least in my father's eyes. But I don't see through his eyes. I have my own.
Finch-Fletchley and Granger pull apart. She sees me, I think. I scowl and duck into the library. That was close. She might actually think I'm following her if I'm not careful. She can never know my true feelings. I must keep them hidden, deep down under my cloak of evil.
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A/N: Draco is my favorite bad boy of all time, so I just can't help writing about him. You understand, I'm sure, if you're a Draco fan. He's mean and evil in this fic which isn't a common occurrence in my fics. Usually I make him semi-good just because I love when he's got a second layer going on that JK doesn't write about. But he's hopefully very in character. Let me know if you think he's not.