Draco gazed at Hermione from across the great hall. She was laughing at something the weasel had said, he watched as the red head pushed some of her overly curly hair behind her ear, he saw when she blushed, he saw when she leaned in to kiss Ron. Tears welled up in is gray eyes and he quickly looked down at his untouched plate of chicken and potatoes. Before he could cause a scene by marching up to the golden trio and hexing Ron into tomorrow he got up and began to walk out of the hall.

"where are you going Draco?!" cried Pansy. He ignored her, storming out. He hated Pansy, she kept trying to hook up with him and honestly he would rather shag the giant squid, at least the squid can't talk.

He didn't know where he was going himself, he started walking, which transitioned into a jog, which transitioned into a sprint. He could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks. It felt as if a thousand knives plunged into his heart. He absolutely couldn't stand seeing them together. He loved her SO much, he loved her so much it hurt, and it hurt the most that he knew she would never return his feelings. In first year he thought she was nothing more than a piece of shit mudblood, but by second year he began to admire her bravery and her bookworm qualities. He knew if he even thought of liking her or befriending her his family would disown him, all of the slytherin house would shun him. He knew he couldn't like her, but it happened against his will. By third year it was getting hard to insult her, all he wanted to do was tell her he thought she was beautiful in every way. By sixth year he knew he was in love with her, he knew he would do just about anything for her, he knew he would die for her. He hated that he was in love with her, it was such a bother. She would never love him, she loved the damn weasel. He would care for her and love her so much more than him, he could make her so much happier.

Out of breath he opened the door to an abandon class room and slid down against the wall. Now full on balling he realized this was about more than Hermione kissing Ron, it was about how frustrated he was that she loved him. At first he swore to himself that he would never admit his feelings toward the bookworm to anyone. He would deal with it himself, he would never show even the littlest affection towards her; he was a Malfoy and Malfoy's always kept their feelings hidden, it would be a small struggle. But it got harder and harder to keep his feelings hidden. He began to unintentionally seek her out in the great hall and in potions, the one class they shared. His friends began to notice, he tried to control it but it only got worse. He wanted so badly to tell her how he felt, but he knew it would practically be a death note for the two of them for him to do so, and he would never risk her life for his own needs.

He wiped the signs of tears from his face as he heard the bell ring. He would've just stayed in the old classroom for the next couple hours, but his next class was potions and he wanted to at least see her even though it would hurt. He knew he would never stop loving her, he would never stop wanting to protect her. He knew he would never be able to place a gentle kiss on her full, pink lips, or cuddle up next to her in bed on a cold winter night. She wasn't his, and no matter how much he wished she was he knew that she would have a future with Weasley, and he would have a future of loneliness because he knew he would never be able to love another the way he loved her.

This is my first story on the website. Sorry it was sad I promise they all won't be that way. Thanks for reading and if you think I should do anything differently next time please feel free to tell me. XD