Flame Starters
A Hermione/Draco drabble
It was unlikely that I'd ever see him again.
We were considered the flame-starters in school. He was Slytherin, I was Gryffindor. As if our houses didn't already hold a lot of contempt for each other already, we just added fuel to the fire when our affair came out in the open.
Draco was sweet when he wasn't trying to impress his peers.
He held me when I was scared, helped me relax when I was stressed, and we could talk about anything.
Until Harry challenged him to a duel.
I don't know why Draco accepted. He almost died. As if that wasn't bad enough, Harry and Ron forbid me from ever seeing him again, if I still wanted them as friends.
Draco and I couldn't talk after that; We just didn't have anything to say.
Then he moved, and now I can't see a Slytherin walk by without feeling a pang of regret go straight through my heart.
I shouldn't have fallen for him.
I'm smarter than that, or so I thought...
It's amazing what love can do to someone, isn't it?