Dimentichisi

Summary: They only thing she wanted, was the only thing she could never have. She wanted to forget.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Part I : Forgotten Wishes

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She wanted to forget.

Such a simple sentence, yet the emotion behind it was so intense that nothing could change it. There were so many things she wanted to let go of, to part with, yet she could not, and she still hasn't.

Her heart used to race every time she saw him. Her breath would catch every time he smiled at her. He used to mean everything and anything to her, and she supposes part of him still does.

Love isn't all fairy tales, roses, and sweet whispers. It comes with pain, hurt, anger, and depression. It is something that never truly goes away, yet can be buried deep within.

It's a very contradicting thing. She hates that she loves him, but she loves that she hates him. Everything was so fucked up, she muses, still is.

She was never really supposed to fall for him. All the signs told her it was forbidden, he a muggle-hating, pureblood, Slytherin, she a muggleborn, Gryffindor. It should not have happened, but the truth is, it did. Everyone thought she would marry either Ron or Harry, have several children, and live happily ever after, but that didn't occur either.

It had happened in their Seventh year. They had been chosen as Head Boy and Girl, which neither was too pleased about, since it had meant that they would be working close to each other everyday, and sleep a few mere feet away from the other.

She had been stressing much too much, even more than her earlier years, and he was just being the sadistic Slytherin he was raised to be, when finally she had had enough.

"Shut the bloody hell up Malfoy!" She screamed at him, her eyes blazing in hatred.

Malfoy sneered at her then replied, "I suggest you remember who you are talking to, Mudblood."

He walked closer to her, so that they were barely an inch apart. Her normally warm, brown eyes, were seething in irritation and anger, glaring up at him, meeting his hard, cold, gray eyes.

"I am well aware of who I'm talking to," she whispered furiously.

He pushed her hard against the wall, one hand supporting him next to her head, the other lying near her waist. "Don't make me do something we will both regret Granger," he stated.

She glowered at him, almost challengingly. At the moment she didn't care. "What are you going to do ferret?" she dared.

He moved his hand slightly, making her aware of how close he actually was to her. They both stared at each other in silence for what seemed like forever.

Neither could recall who started it, but with one swift motion, his lips were on hers, kissing her roughly. One of his hands went around her waist, bringing her closer to him, to deepen the kiss, the other went to her hair, pulling it out of the neat pony tail it had previously been in. She had her hands on his chest, as if to push him away, but then moved them around his neck so that they were buried in his hair.

That was how it had began.

For the next six months, they snuck around, snogging in the halls when no one was around, a quick shag here and there. Their relationship, if you could call it that, was well hidden from everyone. In front of their peers, they would trade insults, and throw curses at each other, but behind closed doors, it was a completely different story.

Closing her eyes, she blinked back tears. Memories of him came pouring in, not leaving her alone, which was what she wanted the most. They had ended their relationship the night before, actually, he had ended it, and it was all she could think about at the moment.

Hence, she would give anything to forget.

Staring into her mirror, she gently twirled the long, brown, tresses. 'He would have wanted me to leave it down,' she thought bitterly. Closing her eyes for a moment, she could feel his kisses, and his touch on her skin. She could hear his voice whispering to her, and the passion in his usually expressionless gray eyes. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she put her hair up into a high ponytail.

Checking to make sure, nothing wrong was visible, she exited her room to meet Harry and Ron outside the Gryffindor Common Room.

She smiled softly at her friend's antics, neither, however noticed that it did not reach her eyes. As they stepped into the Great Hall, she inhaled sharply, determined not to look over at the Slytherin table, the trio sauntered across the room, sat down at their respective places at the Gryffindor table.

Feeling the small hairs on the base of her neck stand up, she looked up, and made eye contact with the one person she really didn't want to. For a moment, she swore she saw sadness, regret, and something else pass through the steely gray orbs, but as fast as it had come, it left, leaving her staring into blank eyes.

Turning away, she shut her eyes tightly, wishing she could forget.

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Author's Note - Hermione/Draco is not my normal forte, but I decided to try my hand at something a little bit different than usual. Hope you all enjoyed this. Please review and let me know what you thought, it would be greatly appreciated. The title roughly means, it is forgotten in Italian.