A/N: this story is sort of like Draco telling it to you, like he's narrating, so when there are little stars ( ) it means that he's doing what is in between the stars like he is telling the story. Hope you enjoy!

Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy and I'm kind and love the entire world.

Scoffs

Okay, let's start over. Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy, boy with a heart of stone, son of Lucius Malfoy, the famous Death Eater; I hate the world and it hates me.

But even with a heart of stone or steel, whatever you choose, I have loved (yes, loved) exactly two people in my entire life. One of those lucky two was my mother, Narcissa Black Malfoy, and the other one was Hermione Granger.

I didn't always love Granger. At Hogwarts, she hated me and I, so I thought, hated her. It was good that way, you know, normal. Normal to Purebloods' standards, that is. I was a son of a Death Eater and a Pureblood, and she was muggle-born and was 'dirty-blooded'; we were meant to hate each other and we did, quite well.

But loving Granger was like loving chocolate. It was addicting and wonderful, but bad for your health. You hated it, but loved it.

I hated loving her.

I wasn't sure when I started loving her; it was sort of just like waking up and starting fresh. I saw her differently one day, just… she just appeared to be glowing. And since that day, I…loved her.

She was the reason. She was the reason why I couldn't kill Albus Dumbledore. She hated me, why give her more reason to? I looked into the old man's eyes when I disarmed him, and I saw…her. I saw what her eyes would've looked like if I killed him, and I couldn't do it.

I should've dropped my wand right then and there and ran away, accepted the protection that Dumbledore offered me. But then I remembered the other person I loved, my mother. Joining the Death Eaters is like signing a death contract. You join, you die. I signed that contract, but my mother didn't. If I had accepted Dumbledore's protection it would've hid us for a few months, and after those months the Dark Lord would've found us and killed both my mother and me. I wouldn't have minded dying…but my mother.

Then Snape showed up, and I couldn't do anything, except follow everyone else.

Then after a few months, I ran away from the Dark Lord for her. I couldn't bear not seeing her face ever again. If I stayed I would've died, but if I ran I would've seen her face again, and that made up for dying. Seeing her, alive, would've made all the troubles fade away and I would feel like I was okay. That it was okay if I died.

She was with Ron when I found them. I admit that I was green with envy, jealous beyond jealousy, a hole burning in my stomach. She loved him, I think. They were happy, it seemed, she laughed when she with him, smiled a lot, something that never really happened during a war.

I knew she would never be with me. Just seeing that smile shine up that face…I was happy. I was happy that she was happy.

But then, the very final and last battle happened. She was saving people from a collapsing building when I had saw a Death Eater behind her, and had shouted 'Stupefy!' and I hit her instead of the Death Eater. She hit the ground within seconds when the building collapsed on her…killing her.

I, Draco Malfoy, am the reason that my life and love, Hermione Granger is dead. And I can never forgive myself with what I have done.

A/N: just another one of my (very) short one-shots. I hope you enjoyed and please leave a review.