MALFOY
She stood still when she heard the words. Shock spread across her face and then froze.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
"But you hate me," she finally whispered as she looked into my eyes, slowly backing into the depths of the library. Her brown eyes widened with disbelief and an icy blade twisted through my heart.
"I thought I did but lately I have realized that I may have been wrong," I whispered back.
"Stop it, Malfoy. Stop having fun at my expense." A tinge of anger had crept into her voice. The icy blade twisted deeper into my heart.
How could I have been such a fool to have never seen the beauty of this amazing girl in front of me? Blinded by prejudice for five years. Typical Malfoy.
A hollow laugh forced its way out of me. "I wish I were. But I have never spoken truer words than these ever in my life. You do things to my heart, do you realize that? And I will make you feel those things as well," I whispered as I took several steps towards her.
"You wish, you arrogant ass!" she spat out.
And that's when her fist moved, out of the blue- almost a blur. A gust of air left me as I felt her punch my face. As I doubled over with pain, clutching my face, she stomped past me. I straightened up- still clutching my face- and stared her walk (or rather, stomp) away from me until she turned around the bookshelves and I lost sight of her. I found my body sagging into one of the chairs.
Hermione Granger.
I had ignored her for a best part of my five years at this hell-pit of school; her bushy brown hair, her bossy voice, her know-it-all attitude. She embodied all the traits in a person I hated, not to mention that she was the best friend of the person I hated the most in the world- Harry darling-of-everyone Potter. And the worst of all, she was a Mudblood.
A filthy Mudblood.
Logic and reason seemed to have fled from me. But I have never felt such a whirlwind of alien emotions before. I could not comprehend the sudden flip that my stomach did whenever I saw her in the Great Hall, in the hallways or in some of my classes. I could not comprehend the jog that my heart broke into whenever thoughts of her strolled into my mind. Hell, thoughts of her shouldn't even stroll into my mind. It frustrated me for days and months.
Until I realized that I may actually feel something akin to love towards her.
Love. Nay, that is too strong a word. More appropriate would be that I may have developed a strong crush on her. Maybe infatuation would be a better word for what I felt. As soon as I realized that, I decided to confront her.
Knowing that I would find her in the library and alone as I had learnt over the last few months, I had positioned myself in such a way that all her ways out of the library would be blocked. Her initial wariness on spotting me walk over to her had quickly turned into shock when she heard the words that came out of my mouth.
"I want to go out with you. I am utterly infatuated with you."
I had expected her shock and disbelief; I had expected her to scoff at me. But I hadn't expected her to hit me. I should've better; I should've known to brace myself for a punch. The shock of her punching me during our third-year still remained with me.
I sighed and whispered into the void that she left behind her, "I will make you feel the same feelings that I do, Hermione Granger. I will make you mine."