Bitter.
Bitter, bitter thoughts.
Whenever I used to see her, all I could think of was her brown eyes that seemed to sparkle. The way her hair danced around her shoulders. The way her smile seemed to light up a room no matter now dark.
I used to think of sweet thoughts.
You would think that seeing her looking so radiant would make me think these sweet thoughts, instead of these murderous thoughts.
Not towards her, of course. Towards Weasley.
Her blood may be tainted with muggle blood, but she has more class than Weasley will ever have.
She also has more guts than I will ever have.
I should have told her how I felt. I had years to do it. Why didn't I?
Because every time I came close to telling her, I reminded myself that I had ages to build up my courage.
But I'm a Malfoy, and it would take a thousand years to build up enough courage to utter three simple words.
I had practiced those words in the mirror, which was easy enough. When Blaise walked in, he thought that I was saying it to myself. He called me an egotistical prat.
He has a point. I was so wrapped up in myself and my feelings that I couldn't see that she was falling in love with my enemy.
He was just as cowardly as I was, if I think about it. But at least he seized his opportunity. However, I'm still half convinced that he Imperuised her.
This isn't true. The only way that she could have fallen for me is if I Imperiused her. But I could never do that, not just because I don't have the skill. Because I'm a cowardly idiot, and I would never be able to take away her thoughts and ideas, just so that I'm satisfied.
As she walked down the aisle, smile affixed to her features, eyes burning with love, love for him, I realised something.
It wouldn't matter if I treated her well. It wouldn't matter if we were friends, just as she and he were. My mother used to say that some things are meant to be, and if they are, it will happen. No amount of potions or spells could change that. Some things are written in the stars.
I am Draco and she is Hermione. There is no romantic fate written in the stars for us. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley had that fate written for them all along, a long time ago, before they were even thought of, before the man who's heart would be broken was thought of.
Three words. Three words that wouldn't have changed a thing, three words that are meaningless now.
I love you.