Chapter One!
Draco stared out the window of his bedroom, deep in thought. Thoughts of her. She haunted his mind day and night; it was all he could do not to owl her expressing his feeling for her.
"Draco! Will you please open the door?" he heard his mother say while knocking.
"Come in, Mother," Draco replied, not taking his eyes away from the window.
Narcissa walked in, and looked at her son. She recognized the look on his face. It was the same look Lucius had when he at fallen for her at Hogwarts so many moons ago. I wonder... she thought. She knew who her son had fallen for. She was displeased, of course, but she accepted it. Narcissa had found out about Draco's crush when she had accidentally called the girl a mudblood, and Draco went berserk.
"Draco..." Narcissa started. "Are you thinking about that Granger girl again? I understand you like her, but it's almost time for school again. You need to start thinking about packing? Or at least getting your things together for the house-elves to do it for you."
"I'm not thinking about Granger..."
"Yes, you are. I can tell by the way you are blushing and trying not to smile. I know you like her a lot, but..."
"But what, mom? She's a muggle-born?"
"That's not what I meant, son, and you know it."
"Whatever. Even if I did like her, not saying that I do, it's not like she'd ever fall for me," Draco answered, glumly. He had liked her for ages, ever since he had first seen her on the train on the way to Hogwarts when he was eleven years old. He was going into his seventh year: the last year he had to tell Hermione his intense feelings. "Mom, will you please leave? I need to start packing."
Narcissa walked out of the room. Draco looked back to the window. Surprisingly enough, he was nearing tears.
Malfoys don't cry, he chided himself. Anyways, its not like I really care about her. Who cares if she doesn't like me back? Just because she's all I think about, is in my thoughts in everything I do, doesn't mean I care that she'll never want me...I think I'll just turn on some music, that'll get my thoughts off of her...
The song that played on the radio reminded him of Hermione. These days, everything he heard or saw made him think of her.
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
In inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me:
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
It described Draco's feeling immensely. Every time that he ran into her and those... "friends" of hers, his brain turned to mush. What did Potter and Weasley have that he didn't? Her, obviously, but what else? He was beautiful; every girl wanted him. Well, all except the one that truly mattered. Potter and Weasley didn't deserve her! They weren't good enough! She needed friends who didn't rely on her for help with homework, who just loved her for her. And Weasley? Why did she love him so much?
Maybe if I die my hair red, she'll like me. Wait! What am I thinking? I'm not going to change myself for HER. She's just a mudblood...
OK, So that was chapter one? Not the best, I know, but it'll turn out better, I promise! This is my very first story, so critisism is VERY welcome.