DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN HARRY POTTER! NO WAIT A MINUTE...NOPE STILL DONT :(
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Chapter 1) The Beggining
To say I loved her was an overstatement. To say I liked her was that too. To even say I hated her was and understatement. To say I loathed her existence was that too. Yet dispite all odds I watched her. All the time. Ever since it ended. Ever since the dark lord died. I have been confused. Mudblood.
That was all she was too me. No i am wrong. She was a show off. An insufferable annoyance. She had a mouth on her, a sarcastic blabbermouth. She and her little potter that she Praised so greatly along with That little coward of a weasel they would walk around thinking they were oh so perfect. The only one who could really do damage with a wand was her. That made me hate her. So I watched her in hopes she would one day reveal as to why she ,a mudblood a filthy dirty mudblood as herself, could possibaly be so damn intelligent.
It all changed when he died. No i am wrong once more. It all had changed back when Auntie Bella spilled her blood on the white marble floor. I saw it and then distracted by it until Potter came to save her. I couldn't help but stand there deffensless i had the wands in my hand and potter took them. I didn't want them anymore. The crimes it caused.
All i could hear was the echoing screams of pain that erupted from her lips. All I did after they left was take a knife and cut my own arm. i looked at the blood that was on the ground of our mantion and back to my arm.
Her blood is not filthy. My blood is not cleaner if anything. It is her blood that is clean. Her kindness, her caring, her love make it all the more clean. My bitterness, anger, my hatred make mine filthy. My veins began to sting and I felt it burning inside me. That was the moment my feelings for her had changed. Hermione Granger is no mudblood.
The feelings that emitted from me toward the Potter boy and Weasel had not changed. Then she made the Potter boy save me from the flames. I the death-eater, who has tormented her and made her cry. She still wouldnt let me die.
Now it has been one year since and I am having to go back to hogwarts for my 7th year. Only because my real 7th year I spent not in classes but trying to do the evil tasks that my master asked always hoping me to fail him so he may kill me, but Snape hadn't let me fail he also wouldnt let me kill. He would repeat the words the old wise dumbldor had told me,"draco you are not a killer."
The letter arrived weeks ago and still to my disbelief it reads,'Draco Malfoy has been chosen to be head boy and will be subjected to his headboy duties on the hogwarts express. He must go directly to the perfects compartment and explain to the perfects on their duties alongside the head girl Hermione Granger.'
That is the only two sentences he could bare to read. hims? Headboy? Mcgonagal hated him. They all did, exceot dumbledore and snape, but they are dead. Snape was the only one other then his Mum and Dumbledore that showed a liking to him. His father doesnt permitt his mother to show him gratitude or even kindness really. His father in all honesty hated him. He hates children, but each malfoy Must have one child and it Must be a boy. That is how we keep the name malfoy. That is how it was and will always be. Women are considered more of posessestions rather then people. We do not believe in devorce. Pureblood is better and since we are one of the most repected families; we are one of the best family. Our blood is clean as it can be. That is How he was raised, but at Hogwarts. He learned after being punched, told off, and hexed by hermione granger. He learned that maybe having dirty blood meant having a happy life. Then he had his eppifany years later and saw that the blood that runs through our veins cannot be clean or dirty, good or bad, light or dark. It does not tell us how to act. It is just blood. simple as that.
Hermione Granger has made him realise this and her alone. She doesn't know it, but he owes her his life. This year he will be a different malkfoy. This year Hermione Granger won't hate him. This Year she will know why he ever hurt her at all. She will be the first one to know everything. Why her? Because she is the bes type of person, smart enough to know he is sincere.
The only thing he wont tell her is that his feelings that used to be fiilled of hate amd loathing were now replaced by newer feelings that not even he understood or ackmowledged completely.
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