my first Harry Potter fanfic. it isnt great, but please read it.
Loving An Enemy:
The war is over. Voldemort, dead. The magical world can live peacefully again. Everything's okay now…
But, me?
I'm all alone… alone in this fucking world, with nobody to talk to, nobody to laugh with, nobody to lean on, nobody…
Dead. They're all dead.
Died while fending themselves. Died while fending others…
Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, all of them… dead.
Hasn't everyone grown up with the saying that Good will always triumph over Evil? Though this is seen to be true in this case, the Good one's are dead. Why isn't that in the saying?
Draco Malfoy.
That scum. That filthy, traitor. That bloody, fucked up, little piece of shit.
Alive…
He's alive.
The irony. The irony of it all…
Yes, he's now on the Good side. But that doesn't change anything,now does it?
But alas, he is the only companion I have in the wizarding world, everyone else gone. Gone forever…
But with the defeat of Voldemort, he's changed.
He's become…nice. His I'm-the-great-Draco-Malfoy-so-don't-talk-to-me-mudblood attitude has changed into a more humble, gentler one. And we're on first name terms now. Shocking, isn't it?
We're a lot closer now. As if we have a choice. We're all the other has. And that isn't going to be changing soon.
But this mad attraction, this sudden feeling of love that I have developed for him, it isn't normal.
I am Hermione Granger. And he, Draco Malfoy. How, how, can there be anything but hatred between us?
And the fact that I might possibly have romantic feelings for the person whose very fault it is that Dumbledore is dead, doesn't seem possible, let alone probable.
But if blushing when I see him, blushing harder when he says my name, my heart pounding everytime he accidentally touches me, isn't love, then I don't really know what is.
I try very hard, to forget about my love for him. Very, very hard.
And day after day, night after night, I always wonder whether he feels the same way. I'm driving myself crazy.
So I've come up with a solution.
Forget…
Forget about how much I love him. Forget about how much we've been through together since the war. Forget about the way he holds me in his arms whenever I cry over the deaths of people I knew, and not necessarily liked. Just erase it from your memory, Hermione.
I try. Hell, I try.
But it's not easy…
And someone I loved dearly, once told me, Love isn't a silly crush one has. It's stronger,deeper,an uncontrollable emotion. Filled with passion and desire, it's so intense. Lives get destroyed, lives become complete. If you love someone, go for it. For all you know, they might love you back.
Screw my plan to forget my love for him.
I'll take the advice. I'll go for it…
And for all I know, he might love me back.