~DracoHermione~
Goblet of Fire: She...looked...good?
She didn't look like a mudblood.
She looked like a princess.
A dirty-blooded princess, he reminded himself.
A princess of muggles, which in reality, meant a princess of virtually nothing. Of dirt. Of the dirt stuck to the sole of his shoes.
But she looked...good.
"Woah," Goyle gasped.
Draco wanted to hit him for expressing actual admiration for the mudblood, but he remembered how incredibly thick his 'friend' was, and decided to let it pass.
"Woah," Crabbe agreed.
Oh for Merlin's sake, did these two ever think for themselves? It seemed almost hypocritical for Draco to ask himself this question, but he did nonetheless.
Pansy screeched. Loudly. Draco winced in response. She tugged on his arm until he was forced to look in the direction she was pointing. The mudblood. The mudblood and the Bulgarian Quidditch player.
"She's...with him." Pansy said, looking utterly bewildered, "That's...She's...Ugh! Why couldn't you be a super-star Quidditch player?"
"Because I don't live to please you," he retorted, tugging his arm out of her grasp.
The mudblood princess passed by and he stayed quiet.
No insults.
No snark remarks.
Just silence.
And that's the closest they'll ever come to love, he thinks.
AN
Sequel of sorts to my PoA: The Silver Snakes. You can read either without the other. Doesn't really matter. They're both completely different scenes :3
Anyway. How'd you like it? This is kinda my present to you Dramione lovers for Valentine's day :D