For all the fellow dramione shippers, here's a little drabble just for you.

I'm not the type of man to wear my heart on my sleeve. I can't tell you that ever since I first met you, it's only been you. You are all I think about. I terrorised you in school because you are the one thing I would never be able to have.

The reason I hate Harry so much is not because he is the chosen one, but because he gets to be close to you. I have all the galleons in the world, yet they cannot buy me what I want most. Weasley is the wealthiest man in the world because he has the greatest treasure in the world, you.

My biggest regret is that night when I stood by and did nothing. My Aunt marked you and tortured you and all I did was stand by while the one I loved most was being torn apart. Your screams will forever echo in my nightmares.

I wish things were different. I wish I were halfblood or even muggleborn... but I'm not. I'm me. I can't change things, I'm too frightened to try.

So I make you hate me. I scowl and posture and say anything that fills you with disgust because the moment you smile at me, I am done for.

I am a weak man and my heartache is all my own doing. I want you but I can't have you. I love you Hermione. You will never know. I'm not the type of man to wear my heart on my sleeve.