Author's note: This is my first time writing a Hermione/Draco fanfic. It's actually been a really long time since I've written a fanfic period so please bare with me as I struggle through this lol
I love this pairing.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, unfortunately. J.K. Rowling is the amazing person who created them and all credit goes to her.
--
Who knew liking a bad boy could be so exhilarating…so exciting? Nothing was as thrilling as playing hard to get with the boy everyone expected you not to want. What was I supposed to do? Ignore my feelings? That's not something one can really stop if you ask me. And I am one of the most logical, intelligent people around. I'm well versed in the Muggle and Wizard world.
Who would have ever thought that I, Hermione Jean Granger, would fall in love with a Slytherin, and him with me? That definitely would be a "Hell no, I would never do that" on my part. Then again…something changed in him, or perhaps I just finally saw something within him that I had never seen before the summer before our seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
I wasn't really sure what it was until I realized I liked him. I'd run into him at The Three Broomsticks and, to my surprise, we actually sat down and had a conversation…that was…after he'd made some snarky, rude comment on my extremely curly hair. I was offended. I've gotten control of my hair over the years. In the end, he did end up asking me to sit and talk to him. It was…strange, to say the least.
We really had had a nice conversation that day over a couple of butterbeers. I didn't tell anyone because I honestly thought I was going crazy. How…no…why had he chosen me? Me of all people…someone he'd hated since we'd first met each other during our first year. Me, someone he'd always hated with a white-hot passion. Me, the girl that most guys got annoyed with within five minutes because I talk too much about academics.
I couldn't tell Harry or Ron. They would not understand in the least bit. How could they understand my feelings? They are both a bunch of pumpkin heads most of the time anyway, if you ask me. And, of course, they are males who really don't understand the female psyche. Sometimes I really wonder why I don't have more female friends.
That's beside the point. I'd finally found someone who could hold a conversation with me and actually understand what I was saying. I thought I had hated him, when in actual reality I just didn't know him. It's funny how little you actually know about someone. I never knew that until it got down to it and I talked to said person and found out he wasn't what everyone said he was.
Intelligence. Strong physique. Pale hair. Piercing eyes. Warm personality…the feeling that there's something actually real between me and another person for once. Among the many people I've held close to my heart, he would be closest as of yet.
Yes…it is true. I have fallen for Draco Malfoy.