"What do you want, Granger?" I snarled, trying to keep my face in its typical smirk. It was hard because all I really wanted to do was bring her face to mine and...
"Draco!" I mentally scolded myself, imitating my fathers voice in my head. "She's a mudblood. You're too good for her. She's beneath you." My mind continued to try and convince myself with the sayings my father had raised me on but none of the made it past the straying to the want, no the need of getting that hair of her face, and maybe just resting my hand a little too long moving it behind her. I shake my head banishing all thought from my head. Granger had kept talking unaware that I wasn't listening. I tuned in just enough at the end the hear her say.
"... so we should get started today. Library, nine o'clock?" I just nodded my head and started to walk away. Suddenly I felt her hands on my arm. I turned around.
"Yes?" I tried to act annoyed but her hand on my arm kept me pacified.
"You're not going to complain or argue that we have to work on this project together?" She looked confused and I suppose rightfully so.
"Nope. I just want to get this over with so I dont have to work with the know-it-all mud blood " I smirked but really I was cringing in side hating those words coming out of my mouth. She looked a little bit more convinced that I actually was Draco Malfoy. Along with the convinced look, though she tried to hide it I could also see the hurt and that killed me. I almost reached out and said I'm sorry but my inner Malfoy told me not to.
"Ok. I'll see you tonight then Malfoy." She walked away, but I could still hear the disappointment in her voice. Had she actually hoped that I had changed? That I had become a different person? Well I had I just wasn't ready to show it yet. I wasn't ready to show her that I was really just a boy standing in front of a girl asking her to love me. In a weird psychotic way but I was. Cause I knew with every fiber in my being that I love Hermione Granger. I just wasn't ready for anyone else to know yet.