It was dinner, and I had just finished eating. As I was scanning the great hall I saw Hermione get up with Potty and the Weasel. Seeing that, I took my cue to leave and I stood up. Today I am going to pull Hermione aside and ask her to the Yule Ball.

"Waragun?" Crabbe's garbled voice calls up to me.

"Excuse me?" I said confused, and very much distracted. I was impatient.

Crabbe swallowed and repeated again, "where are you going?"

I muttered, "oh, bathroom" that will satisfy those goons. I need to leave before I lose sight of her.

Walking out of the great hall, I plastered a disdainful look on my face to stop anyone from coming up to talk to me. Finally spotting the three I sped up until I was a sufficient enough distance where I could not be noticed, yet could still hear the conversation.

Suddenly the weasel looked over at Hermione, a dopy grin plastered on his face, and I had to repress rage and jealousy. He obviously had a thing for her, and I hated that him and Potter could hang out with her while I couldn't. I was in Slytherin, she was in Gryffindor. I was a Malfoy, rich and pure-blood. She was a Granger, and well, had muggle heritage.

I could here Hermione in a scathing voice ranting about that part vela girl, what's her name, Fleur I think. I felt a flash of pleasure. I didn't like her either. I for one liked a girl with brains, not beauty. Hermione though, had both.

"Oooh there's a tragedy! She really thinks a lot of herself, that one, doesn't she?"

I smirk to myself. I love her so much. Suddenly the bloody weasel said something that made the smirk slide off my face and made my blood run cold. My fists clenched and I saw red flash before my eyes, I was pissed.

"Hermione- who are you going to the ball with?"

Yes, who are you going with? Were all dying to know.

She blushed and giggled, "I'm not going to tell you, you'll just make fun of me."

My mouth opened and the words spilled out before I could stop them. I just wanted it confirmed so bad.

"You're joking Weasley." I sputtered out.

Bloody hell, I did not just say that! Alright, I have no choice; they cannot know I love her. No one but her can know. And I'm pretty sure she knows anyways. She's very intuitive, and besides me, she is the smartest in the year. She is the only one that could pass me in exams. And my father would never let me forget it. I have the bloody scars to prove it. Only she could see past the mask I have up for family pride only, and see the person, the kind heart I have underneath. She sees past my ice cold outside to the liquid love that lies within. Bloody hell, what has gotten into me? She's making me loose my mind! And think all this sappy crap.

"You're not telling me that someone's asked that to the ball?" Please say no, please say no, please please please. "Not that long molared mudblood?"

I cringed, that I had to call her that. I really hate it, I really do. But I grew up that she was the vermin of the earth, and that she should worship the ground I walk on. Boy was my father wrong. She was so perfect; I should be worshiping the ground she walks on. If anyone had mud in their blood, it was my family. My freaking family full of prejudice blood hating, rich death-eater bastards. I was ashamed to be related, but I only admitted it to myself in the deepest recesses of my soul. No one could know.

I noticed that the two idiots had reached for their wands and were pointing them straight at my heart. They were pissed that I had called her mudblood, and rightfully so. But they also thought I actually cringed because it was her. Could they be any more stupid? I loved her. I could never, never actually cringe at the thought of her. She was just, perfect. But, no one, not one person could know. I just stood there smirking daring them to hex me. Wanting them to. I didn't even bother reaching for mine because I knew there was no way they would actually get a chance to. Even though I deserved it, not just because I called her a mudblood. But Hermione, the perfect goody two shoes that she is, would never be willingly involved in a fight when she could put a stop to it. Except for that one time… the only time she actually slightly showed people that she cared for me. But only I saw it in her eyes. and what happened after I will hold dear to myself, and never tell anyone.

a/n

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