This is a companion fic to Trelawney's Prophecy and Dearest Ferret basically Draco's thoughts throughout the years regarding Hermione
Disclaimer: I do not own this series or anything Harry Potter related. I literally don't even own the books; I have to borrow them from the library
Ever since my earliest memories I remember being taught that I was superior. I was a pure-blooded wizard—more importantly a son of a Malfoy and Black—and that I was the richest little boy in all England. To look down upon people was natural.
As I grew older I began to learn about 'lesser' beings. Namely non-humans, muggles, and mudbloods. Yes I was taught that word at a very young age and I remember the first time I ever used it to their face. After I was introduced as Slytherin's new seeker I called Hermione Granger a mudblood.
At the time she was nothing more to me than Potter's brainy friend. The girl who my father was ashamed was beating me in every class. But after that moment I, for whatever reason, began to notice her more. When Goyle asked one day what I was looking at I stopped and became angry with myself. Then I became angry at her because surely it was somehow her fault and I even told Goyle and Crabbe that I wanted Granger to be the next victim.
I would still taunt her, she would ignore me, and when she finally was caught by the basilisk I laughed with the other Slytherins. But all the time in the back of my mind I was… worried. If the thought ever tried to come to the forefront of my mind, though, I would push it back.
During third year she punched me. That was when I realized that she wasn't like any other mudblood witch. I also learned she had a great right hook.
It was fourth year though when I realized what was going on. When I saw her walk past Pansy and I with Krum I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how pretty she was. Instinctually, I went to scold myself for thinking that but instead had a bit of an epiphany. I had a crush on Hermione Granger.
First I thought of how impossible that was. Then I imagined my father's reaction, oh shit. No way on earth would I ever let anyone find out about this.
After the ball I got to go to the Zabini mansion for a few days and while there Blaise and I snatched some alcoholic eggnog. After a few drinks I spilled my secret. I can only imagine Blaise's reaction had he not had a similar confession.
It is seventh year now and the war is over, my family has switched sides, and I still have a crush on a mudblood that hates me. Blaise is still the only one who knows my secret as I wait for the Hogwarts express to arrive. The train that will deliver me to my final year that I will spend in the Head Dorms with Hermione Granger. Oh this will be fun.
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