10 Things I Hate About You
Draco,
I hate how you act like your better than everyone
I hate how you treat me like I'm actually worth something
I hate how you used to be a jerk
I hate how you're actually a really nice guy
I hate how easily you make me laugh
I hate how beautiful your eyes are
I hate how incredibly smart you are
I hate how much you make me blush
I hate how you make my heart palpitate
And last, I hate how much I love you
Do you hate me?
~Hermione
Draco Malfoy casually placed another chocolate drop into his mouth as his eyes skimmed the letter for the twentieth time today. He frowned at the last line before taking a large sip of his chocolate milk. It was no surprise that Draco Malfoy ate when he was upset, and today was no exception. Who wouldn't be upset after receiving a letter from their ex-girlfriend explaining why she hated you?
He began to grow nervous. Why would Hermione wait almost a year after that horrid day when they broke up to finally try to contact him? Why would she write a letter explaining how much she hates him?
Draco groaned loudly before throwing the letter into his fireplace. He was sick of looking at the loopy handwriting that belonged to the girl he used to – and still did – love. He was tired of waiting for her to come back to him. He was done with spending everyday wondering what would've happened if she had told him she loved him back.
Immediately, Draco's hand went to the chocolate box for another piece. He needed to stop eating when he was upset. It would only make him fat and hideous, and it would give Hermione another reason to hate him.
Pansy Parkinson pranced around Draco Malfoy's house wearing her new dress. The two of them had just left the ball that had been hosted by the Ministry for Magic to help celebrate the anniversary of the Second Wizarding War. Pansy and Draco had gone as dates, and the whole time Draco pretended to laugh and have fun when really he was thinking about the brunette girl who was clinging onto Ron Weasley's arm.
Draco sighed as he placed his hands over his eyes. He couldn't erase that witch out of his memory, and no matter what he did all he thought about was her. She should have never sent him that owl.
"Draco, darling," Pansy giggled as she held up a small wedding ring. "Whatever happened to you proposing to that beautiful Muggleborn witch by the name of Hermione Granger?" Draco stared at Pansy with an unreadable expression which only caused his friend to giggle even more.
"You know what happened, Pansy."
Pansy shot him a sympathetic look as she thought of how her own fiancé, Blaise Zabini, had left her for that bull-bodied ape known as Millicent. "If you want my advice, I'd say you need to just talk to the girl."
"She wrote me a letter explaining that she hated me-"
"Yes, but at the end she wrote that she hates that she still loves you." Pansy explained. "She loves you, Draco. She just wrote in a weird way."
"No," Draco replied quietly. "She doesn't love me."
Pansy frowned at her friend's stubborn behavior, but let it go. Draco would realize what Hermione was trying to say when pigs sprouted wings.
Not too long after Pansy left, Draco found himself thinking about Hermione's letter. Had she really been trying to say that she loved him? Did she mean it when she said she thought his eyes were beautiful? Was she being serious when she said he made her heart palpitate (whatever that word means)?
Did he hate her?
Draco knew he should hate her. He knew that she was only playing with him, and that she never loved him like he loved her, but perhaps he had announced it too soon. Perhaps she was right when she said it was all so sudden. Draco knew that he shouldn't think so hard about this, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help but try to forgive her for breaking his heart. He knew that deep down he still loved her. That somehow he still needed her, and it was driving him insane.
Did he hate her?
He wished he could. He really wished he could, but he couldn't. And he would never be able to hate her because he loved her too much. And he should probably tell her and make up with her, but he never would. And she would never know…
Fin
