a/n: i'm not sure exactly crappiness what this was supposed to be *awkward laugh*

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D: mesmerize me

prompt: [emotion] distress

word count: 426

draco/hermione: an impossible love

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She had mesmerized him.

Those chocolate eyes had delved deep into his soul and stolen his heart.

She had ignited the fire in her heart, yet she was also the cold wind that batted at the golden flames of his impossible love.

They were impossible, impossible to be, impossible, impossible, impossible.

They were never meant to be.

But every night as he lay in his bed, no matter how tightly he shut his eyes, the only thing he could see were those smiling, warm brown eyes.

The eyes he couldn't escape.

No, no, he knew it couldn't be, he knew that, but why couldn't he get himself to let it go?

Why couldn't he just let her go?

No, he would never be able to let go of that childish dream he had had ever since he had first looked into those eyes and been mesmerized by their amberish glow.

He had been drawn in, and now, now it was too late, much too late for him to be pulled out of those wide, inquisitive, endearing brown eyes that so many others seemed to hate.

Oh, damn them all, why, how, couldn't they see how amazing she was, how smart, how wonderful, how funny, how creative, how beautiful.

Or perhaps he was simply blinded, blinded by pure love, as they say, but he didn't believe that.

He knew it was true, he knew that Hermione Granger was the most beautiful and talented and intelligent and wonderful being on the planet.

And he didn't care what anyone else said, what anyone else thought, because she perfect and anyone who thought otherwise was simply jealous.

He wished so much that perhaps they could be real, that they could be a couple, truly, real, loving, together facing a world of magic and evil and good and love and life and death and so much more.

But she would never love him back, not after all he had done. Not when he was a monster, a Death Eater, a Malfoy.

When he was a Slytherin, a wizard with the Dark Mark branded on his arm.

No, she would never love him, and besides, even if she did, they could never love in the view of the world, they could not love without being ridiculed by all either of them knew.

It was impossible, and Draco Malfoy knew that he would simply have to let his childhood love go.

He knew he would have to let her go, because good and evil exists, and they were on different sides of it.