She's nothing to me.
Why is she with him?
Such an ugly girl,she only gets attention because she is smart.
Mudblood.
She's filthy; filthy. Nobody can love her. Nobody should love her.
It's fun making her cry. I can do it so many times. All I have to do is tell her she is worthless, and she believes me.
Not pretty at all, and a smart mouth. She always fights back, and speaks out when she really needs to shut up.
She isn't beautiful like Pansy. Her hair... I wish I could burn it. It's just like a bush.
The only reason why she ever got into this school is because of her grandmother. She should have gone to college, and left Hogwarts.
But instead she stayed here.
I've never seen her smile at me. She only smiles at her friends.
But never at me. I could never be her friend.
She is a mudblood. Mixed. Ratty. Dirty filth.
A dirty, crying girl.
All she does is scream, and fight, and laugh with Potter and Weasley.
But never with me.
She won't even look at me without being suspicious. Never say hello without hate in her voice.
And I love her.
I loved her since the first time I spoke to her.
Since the first time I made her cry.
And I always make her mad. Why is it me that's in pain?
Why is she with Weasley? I would have loved her, I would have made her mine and mine alone.
But I was stupid. And I am stupid. Stupid Draco.
I thought I saw her smile, I believed it was just a dream. I was dancing with her, she was a beautiful, beautiful angel.
But then I heard father's voice.
"Don't play with mudbloods. You're a pure, one of the few."
I know I can't love her, she can't love me. She loves a boy who.
is a klutz. He can't even cast a spell.
Why did she have to be with him? She should have been mine.
Years have passed. She forgave me, I think.
She invited me to their wedding. Said it was time for us to be friends. Comrades.
I never thought I could be her friend.
But it's too late, and she's married to him.
She was even more of a beautiful angel when I saw her in that white dress, the brocade
was shouting that she was not a dirty creature, she was a fine spirit trapped inside of a witch's intervention.
She smiled at me, and kissed me on the cheek.
Father's words couldn't reach me anymore.
I wanted to kidnap her and make her mine,
but Ronald's eyes leered at me. I think somewhere in his head he knew I loved that girl.
I danced with Hermoine. Just one more time.
She didn't cry anymore. She even smiled and laughed.
I realized I needed her.
But it was too late.
We are all married now. I found a woman at the pub, I know, a strange place to meet people.
She wasn't nearly as beautiful as Hermoine when she cried or laughed,
but she loved me. And father loved her because unlike the mudblood, the woman I met was pure.
I offered to babysit. Never joined any dark agencies.
Didn't want to turn out like dad.
I realize now... dad cared more about his reputation than me, or who I was friends with.
I have a son now. Scorpius. He looks just as ravishing as I did back in those days.
He told me he was dating Hermoine's daughter.
I never stopped him.