Draco sat down on his bed in his dormitory, and sighed heavily. That Granger girl was attending the eith year program at Hogwarts,too. He wasn't surprised. The girl was a bloody bookworm. But in sixth and seventh year she had turned out to be pretty decent, for a mudblood Gryffindor. But god, she was annoying. He and Harry had come to a kind of, well, commeradeship in the past few weeks, as they had plenty in common, not least of which, a broken family. And he and the Weasel had agreed not to hurt each other...much.
But the Granger girl was a piece of work. She had taken it upon herself to tutor Draco and Harry in everything. How had Harry survived with her for all this time? She was a looker, for sure, but that bloody voice! All nasally and whiny. She acted like a BRAT! His hands ached from all the copying of notes, and his eyes swam from reading page after page of text in the thick novels she has pressed in to his hands to study with. He threw himself backwards on his bed, and immediatly jumped up with a sharp yell. Something had pressed into his back, and it was sharp. He looked for the culprit with tired eyes, and found it- it was an ornate picture frame of Him and the Granger girl, from christmas. She had had one too many goblets of Firewhiskey, and was laughing and hanging onto his neck. She had a very pretty voice, and a marvelous laugh, when she wasn't lecturing them on witch picked up the picture, and looked at it. Draco had a small smile on his face as well, but it wasn't a sneer- it was a real smile. The Gr- Hermione... she wanted to be called Hermione- had been behind that. He only really smiled around her. She could make him laugh- a real laugh, not the detestable cackle which he hid behind so often. He felt a strange pull in his stomach as he again looked at the picture. He looked at Ron and Lavender, snogging in the corner, and Harry and Ginny Talking animatedly just next to them. He looked... like he belonged there. The snake among the lions. Draco peered at Hermione. The way her hair fell just so over her shoulder, and how her eyes sparkled with a kind of life that only the Golden trio's eyes could. He flushed as he looked at her dazzling smile, at the rows of pearly teeth, and the color of her hair.
Merlin.
He was In love with a mudblood.