"I had wanted to let her know that I liked her, but I knew that it wouldn't matter anyways. After all, she liked that Weasley boy and hated me. She had grown so much prettier than before and it made my heart ache as I watched her from afar and knew that she would never like me. I had tried to impress her with my wealth and power that my family had, and yet she didn't even give me a second glance. That year when Hogwarts joined up with other schools and did the goblet of fire tournaments, I thought that maybe I could ask her to the Yule Ball, but I heard she was already asked and had accepted as well. It was probably Weasley that asked her I remember thinking at the time. I really hated and envied Weasley and Potter since they got to spend time with Hermione every day. Often times since Potter and Weasley had time with her, I was quick to anger when they were around, which never gave Hermione a good impression of me I'm sure.
When I had first met her, I thought she was just someone who liked to make others feel dumb, but I had eventually learned to have feelings for her. It hurt me more than just the punch that one day when Buckbeak was supposed to be killed for attacking me. I didn't want to hurt her, but I had been hurt by the Hippogriff and when my father had heard about it, I had no power to stop him. I had even tried hiding my wounds at home just so that he wouldn't know, but my mother could tell something was wrong when blood started to flood down my arm that night for not being bandaged. Of course, I had to have it bandaged at school otherwise she would interpret it as trying to act tough and superior.
I used to believe that there really were differences between witches and wizards that had magic blood in them from the others who didn't, but she proved time and time again that indeed we are equal in that respect if not inferior at times when an extraordinary person came along such as Hermione. One day when I couldn't take it anymore, I had slipped a note into her bag saying to meet me that night. I hadn't signed it of course otherwise, I don't think she would've come. It was our last year at school and I had wanted to at least tell her how I felt. I decided to wait out in the open for her. When she came out I was star gazing, not for a class but for fun. I turned around when I heard light footsteps approaching. She was beautiful that night, even more so than before which in my opinion was hard to beat. "Hello, Draco. It's a beautiful night isn't it?" She asked me.
'But not as beautiful as you are' I wanted to reply, instead I answered, "yes it is. Did you come out to stargaze as well or is there a different purpose to your being here?" I decided to act innocent.
"Someone sent me a note saying to meet them here tonight. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"
"Why would you think that?" I asked still going with being an innocent stargazer.
"Well, it just so happens that you haven't been making as many insults as usual and tonight. For example, you haven't made any at all and that's unusual. That, and the note was in your handwriting." She said as she held up the note that I had slipped into one of her books. I momentarily forgot to keep up my acting and pure shock was most likely written all over my face at that moment. The fact that she had recognized my handwriting was unbelievable.
She laughed at me then said, "I knew it was you the whole time. I saw you slip a paper into my potions book when you thought I wouldn't notice. Would you mind telling me why you asked me here?" She asked with curiosity and amusement shining in her eyes. This was the time to tell her, to tell her that I was in love with her and had been for years. I loved her wild locks of hair that never did the same position twice and how she looked when she gazed at something with wonder. I loved her full lips that seemed so kissable, but these things were hard to say in front of her. Especially now that I had the chance. I took a deep breath and was about to speak, but no words would come. I tried again to speak my feelings to her, but not a single sound would emit from my mouth. She laughed, probably at the fact that I must have looked like a fish opening and closing my mouth the way I did. "It's alright, I know what you asked me here for. I just hope that one day you really can tell me." She said and before I knew it she had moved over and had kissed me, not on the cheek but on the lips. I was so surprised that I hadn't noticed her leave and start to walk away.
"Hermione!" I yelled after her and she turned to face me. She was blushing and that made me want her even more. I ran to her and kissed her as passionately as I could, even though a teenager probably couldn't give much of one and when I stopped for a moment of air I said, "I love your hair, your eyes, your love of learning, how smart you are, how well you can throw a punch." she laughed at that one, "I love YOU Hermione." Just before I was about to kiss her again, professor McGonagall walked in and we immediately stepped away, embarrassed. After that night, we started dating and had our first date that next Thursday at Hogsmeade. We got married much later and had two wonderful and rambunctious kids, and that is the end of your mother's and mine love story" I glanced at the beautiful daughter I had on my lap and my sons sitting on the floor, that were all listening intently as I told a shortened version of what had happened.
My eldest son, Caleb, was 15, and then my daughter, Abigail, at age 12, and following them was my wife's 'little pumpkin' Dakota, at age 7 who was sitting on my lap at the time of telling the story. I heard footsteps coming in as if they hadn't been too far away for long and turned to see my queen Hermione. "I do believe that you skipped quite a few details Draco."
"Yes, but I assumed that you would put another curse on me if I told them all of it instead of waiting until they were older."
"What did you do to make mommy put a curse on you?" My youngest son asked me.
"Well, I had accidentally called her a mudblood."
"What's a mudblood dad?" My other son asked.
"A mudblood is someone who is born from muggle parents. You must at all times never use that word though and if a friend of yours is saying it then try to get them to stop but if they don't listen then I will allow you to use the slug-swallowing curse that makes the target vomit up slugs for hours on them." I answered before my wife had time to, I didn't know if she approved of the fact that I was referencing to the time when Weasley would have used that curse on me if it wasn't for the fact that his wand was broken and rebounded the curse back to him, but I know that I would have deserved it had it not rebounded and I wasn't going to let our kids make that same mistake, the mistake of calling others a mudblood. I would try to enforce it as something never to be done as a father and try to never use it again myself. I wanted to be a good father, and a good husband in this family that Hermione and I had created.