Draco's Deepest Darkest Secret
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. Lucky woman she is.
A.N. So, where do I start? Um, first of all, I don't think I'll be continuing my other Dramione story, "Everything's Changed" anytime soon. So, so sorry! But, here's a Dramione oneshot I made at 10:06 pm on 4/30/12. Lol. I just had to give the exact time and date.
P.S. They are at their 7th year, BTW. The war is finished, Voldy's gone mouldy and all those chiz. Everything's looking fine. The trio, Draco and some other students that survived, came back to Hogwarts, which was built again. Ol' Dumby is alive cause I said so. I want everything perfect. Well, not perfectly perfect. Just, you know what I mean.
Summary:
Of all the people he could have fallen in love with, he fell for a mudblood.
Draco's Deepest Darkest Secret
He loved Hermione Granger. There. He said it.
Draco bloody Malfoy was in love with Hermione fucking Granger!
Of all the people he could have fallen in love with, he fell for a mudblood. Draco shook is head disapprovingly. He wondered what his father would say about this.
Let's rewind and see how this all happened, eh?
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The Golden Trio, which consisted of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were lounging outside, enjoying their last day in Hogwarts.
They all just sat in silence, reminiscing all the things they accomplished together over the years.
Hermione was the first to break the silence. She stood up and said, "I'll meet you guys later. Just going to go and have one last look at the library and maybe read a few books as well."
"Merlin, 'Mione. It's our last day and you're still reading books? Bloody Hell." said Ron, who was looking at Harry as if saying, 'She's mad'.
Hermione chuckled and punched Ron's arm playfully. "Oh, shut up, Ronald. Anyway, I've also got to double check if I've packed all my things." She waved goodbye and walked towards the entrance to the castle.
As Hermione strolled through the halls, she would drag her fingers along the walls every now and then, closing her eyes and tried to remember all the good times she had with her friends.
She stopped by the girls' dormitory and checked if all her things were already inside her trunk.
She saw a picture of her, Harry and Ron, laughing together when they were still in their 1st year. She smiled and a tear slid down her cheek.
Hermione decided it was best not to stay long in the room since she just might break down and cry.
She went to take the long way to get to the library so she can pass by more places around the castle. She stopped in her tracks when she passed the Great Hall.
She opened the big doors and walked over to the Gryffindor table. She sat down on her usual spot. Everything looked the same, except that she was all alone in the Hall.
She allowed her tears to fall freely from her eyes.
After 5 minutes of remembering the times she had with her fellow Gryffindors, she stood up, got one last look of the Great Hall and closed the doors.
Her next stop was the library.
The library was the place she always went to when Harry and Ron weren't there to help her. It was the place where she spent most of her time. Her nose usually buried in books.
A.N. Okay. You know what? Fudge it all. I'm crap at writing. I give up. I'll just go back to reading Dramione fanfics.