I watch
I watch as she dances.
She doesn't know I'm here, watching from the balcony as she dances, arms open wide as if to catch every single snow flake that falls. She doesn't know I've been watching her for a while now, in the great hall, in lessons, every time I see her. She doesn't know she's the most beautiful person I've seen. She doesn't know I smile every time she laughs at something, or how she wrinkles her nose when Weasel tries to shove every ounce of food into his mouth at once. She doesn't know I think about her constantly or how I love her.
Yes…I love her.
I leave the spot where I've been looking at her for hours now and head to the library thinking to myself.
I let out a slight chuckle and continue on my way.
'Imagine what they'd say, me, Draco Malfoy…falling for Hermione Granger?'