Serpentine Memories
~ Eternal Angel Guardian ~
Disclaimer: I'm not in ownership of Harry Potter; J.K. Rowling (the genius behind the series) is currently in ownership of the book series; this short story is only an work of fan fiction, this is basically under my ownership; do not resell and/or redistribute this work in any other type of form; this work is not of profit, this is only of entertainment or inspiration (if possible). Enjoy!
Note: This story is in the form of first-person point of view; meaning that this story tells from the view of Draco Malfoy only.
Pairing: Hermione and Draco
"The greatest hate can be the strongest love" - Eternal Angel Guardian
My head began to split open as the raw recollection of miserable memories stirred inside inside of my mental state; everytime I think about her, it can even bring tears to my iron-grey eyes. My seemly physically unconscious body was laying onto the emerald-embroided satin sheets of my four-poster bed; attempting to calm down the splitting agony that roared within the depths of my memories, I rendeared my unconscious body and timidly flip unto my empty stomach. A coldness pit inside of it, possibly from the tension of nervousness and anxiety.
The dormitories were abandoned by the other students; all were spending their winter holidays at their homes and with even their families. The oxygen in the circular room seemed fairly still and silent, it was although the airless room was to suffocate me and left me here to decay and rot. I choose to spend the holidays at Hogwarts - with Dad in Azkaban and Mum in a shocking state of depression; I could not go back and even attempt to comfort my mother, it seemed too much for me at this time. Not with the thought of her -- Hermione Jean Granger.
Granger had the elegance of a delicate, simple butterfly and the intelligence and book smarts of an alchemist. Despite all the flourishing feelings that blooms and flowers within my cold soul, I conceal them with a thread of deep hatred and anger itself; the thread occasionally becomes often tangled and jumbled up into a knotted mess, leaving me in tears.
During our school years together, Granger -- no, Hermione and I ocassionally encountered each other in double house lessons or in the causally-overflowing corridor; simply, I gave her my sneer and continue to be on my way. But why a thread of hate you ask? My family intends to stay loyal and pride of their blood purity.
I eventually promised my father not to marry a Muggle-born witch, only a pure-blood one. Hermione was a Muggle-born herself; I believed that Dad told me that her parents were dentists (a doctor that Muggles go to repair their teeth and whatnot). Occasionally, I called her the worst insult that I blurted out in our second year -- Mudblood.
Indeed, it was pathetic to say that word, even to her. My deepest intentions were to confess Hermione my truest feelings and eventually we would get married and have children together, and of course, live happily ever after -- the end. What was the end of my thread of hatred and fate? In reality, there is no "happily ever after", unfortunately to say.
Continuously, my physically unconscious body seemed to stiffen as I just laid there on the mattress; a hot painful sensation bloomed within my hand as I stared at it, I did not even care about the sensation. Unfortunately, I came to a sad conclusion to my attempts to confess to the dear Hermione: that I decided not to confess to her after all.
It is best for me and best for her.
Hermione Jean Granger, I hope one day you'll set your heart on a certain person.