Well I've never done a one-shot but here it goes.


The sun was falling and stars were beginning to show. It was a lovely cool night, and the girl sitting by the lake looked peaceful, as she just stared at the sky.

A boy was admiring her from afar. His crush for her had started years ago.

She began to get more interesting to him in his third year and when she punched him. He respected her. He was pissed of course, but she had the guts to stand up to him, and stop him bullying others just because he was taught to know he was better than everyone else.

He always knew what his father taught him was wrong, about blood and superiority, really their whole way of life.

It was his mother, though she was scared to say in front of her husband, that taught the blonde boy of how muggleborns are just the same as purebloods except in lineage. They didn't have dirty blood, and while she thought the world of him, he was not superior to anyone else.

The boy grew up very confused, but this day when he was punched in the face, by a girl and a muggleborn no less, his crush had shown him that his mothers words were right.


A year later, his fourth year, there was a Yule Ball held. That was when his feelings grew deeper, though not even to his best friend Blaise he would admit it.

Hermione was the most beautiful girl there, even more so than the Half Veela from the French school. Hermione's usually bushy hair was sleek and twisted up with a few wispy strands floating down the sides of her face. Her pink dress clung to her figure, and shown off her curves perfectly. She made his heart stop that night, and her spent it watch her dance with that stupid Krum boy, the international Quidditch player. He stayed away from him after that. Pansy was furious and raged off to dance with Goyle, but the fair haired boy didn't care.

When he was trudging back to the dungeons he saw her, crying her eyes out on the stairs and it pained him to see her so distraught. He began to walk over to the sad beauty when Krum came over and comforted her.

The young boy stormed to his dormitory, banging his fists on the walls as he went. That was suppose to be him!


The day he learnt that his father and the Dark Lord were the ones that were filth was while the War was raging on. The Golden Trio had been caught by Scabior and the other snatchers, and Bellatrix was torturing his poor love.

No one knew he loved her.

If they did they'd torture him to.

So he stayed a coward, cringing and screaming on the inside as his Aunt hurt the girl in front of him. Hermione.

She drew a dagger and began to carve the word "Mudblood" on her arm.

Her blood was red.

The same as his.

His mother had been right.

And so he knew that the dirty ones had been the cruel ones, powerful and following a man who knew no love.

And that's when he knew that he loved her more than anyone. And that, because he just stood and watching, she'd never forgive him.


Draco shook his head. There was no time for flashbacks.

Today was their last day of their 'Eighth Year'.

He had long apologised, and to his surprise she had forgiven him.

She gave him the second chance he knew he didn't deserve.

And Draco was grateful.

He walked over to her, slowly and she turned around to face him, her big chocolate eyes looking into his as she stood, and it made him melt.

"Hey Draco, are you okay?" Hermione asked him kindly.

He had no words. They wouldn't form in his mouth.

So he done what he had wanted to do for years.

He kissed her.


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Love Abi

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