Author's Note: So this is written by Luna, and she would like to say that if you have any issues with the story, bash on her and not her partner. I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters nor can I take credit for one of the tide analogies. That would belong to the author AliceInSomewhereland, who wrote an awesome Les Mis fanfic. Well, that's all. Read and Review. Kay, I'll leave you alone forever now….
Waves of gleaming silver collided with each other, creating an almost deafening crash. He observed the waves from the safety of the sandy shore, letting the ascending orb bathe him and the salt water with an argent glow. It was a soothing sensation that allowed him to think, as was his daily ritual. Every day, ever since he and his mother came to this isolated town for the summer, he would come to the secluded alcove to reminisce about his day and other thoughts plaguing his mind. It was a nice alcove, away from the prying eyes of others, where he didn't have to worry about the judgment of passing by muggles. He could think about the day's events or about the coming school year that was looming over the horizon. He could think about his sad excuse of a father, the reason that he and his mother were at the summer house. He could think about the atrocities that could are no doubt being planned at his families' house. Atrocities he would no doubt be forced to take part in. But today was a special day. Today he was thinking about love, of all things. Love: a fickle thing that others fool themselves into believing was a salvation of sorts. This had been his opinion of 'love', an opinion brought on from observing the loveless marriage of his parents. He had thought of love as silly, but opinions change. He supposed he had always thought of her this way, within the subconscious of his mind, but it wasn't until today he had acknowledged his feelings for her. After hearing the snippets of conversation between his mother and one of the house elves from back home and hearing her name, something in him stirred. If she was to be victim to one of the horrendous tortures his father's acquaintances could concoct- No. He didn't want to think of it. He didn't want any harm to be fall on her. What was he doing? She would never feel the same way, supposing he did feel…. that way about her. But he couldn't deny that there was something undeniable that he felt for her. Oh, there were so many reasons why he shouldn't feel this way. Blood status, his family, her family, his father . Still, the tingling feeling in his stomach was still there. No matter what reasoning he gave or anything, the feeling remained. As he contemplated on his predicament, he noted that his topic of thought was very much like the tides. Ever changing and able to chip away at anything within its reach. Sometimes so far away, sometimes so very far away from him, yet she was still all around him. And he was drowning. And it was with this final thought he came to terms with the thoughts that had constantly tugged at his mind. He, Draco Malfoy, was completely and utterly smitten with none other than Hermione Granger.