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She stood looking at him with such disdain. She knew he wasn't one to show feelings, but appear to have no emotion at all; she began to rethink her decision to love him all together; she realized she loved him just last night before she went to bed, but now that was inappropriate. She would cry she knew she would, with everything they had together and him just blowing it off without hesitation, she knew she deserved better.
He knew she was holding back tears, he never saw her cry, he never wanted to make her cry and now he almost had. She had asked him if he thought she was pretty, he answered with a blunt no. She faltered, and then unwaveringly she asked if he wanted her, he looked at her with so much genuineness in his eyes and shook his head no. She looked down then back up to him in an instant.
He knew she was going to ask just one more question. He hadn't lied so far, he didn't think she was pretty, he didn't want her and she is just about to open her mouth, he can see the questioning in her eyes. "If I left right now, would it faze you, would you cry?" He knew that answer too, no. She could see and sense the answer in his face, in his posture, and she heard it in his tone, "No." She couldn't take anymore.
She let a tear fall, she wasn't quick enough, he saw it, it killed him a little inside, he had hurt her and they both knew it. She hastily turned towards the door. She grabbed her coat off the armchair and grasped the handle. It was three-quarters of the way turned when she felt his hand grasp her arm, just above her elbow. "What more could you have to say to me? You obviously-"…"You're not listening-"…"You haven't said anything! What could you say that would make me want to stay?"
He had to say it now, he loved her, and she needed to know it. She didn't turn to him, he expected that. "I know I haven't said anything all night to make you happy, but I wasn't and have not lied. I don't think you're pretty, I don't want you and if you left I wouldn't cry. Would you like to know why?" Another tear made its way down her cheek as she turned to look at him. "I don't want to know why, you can't possibly have anything left to say to me-"…"But I do, I do and I could do with you hearing me out."
He could feel the disregard permeating from her, he had to say it. "I, I, I don't think you're pretty, I think you're beautiful. I don't want you, I need you in my life, and if you were to leave, I wouldn't cry, I'd, I'd, I'd die. I, I, I lo-, I lo-, I love you." She had been looking at the floor until he said his first 'I lo-'. He had kept her eye contact. She saw the sincerity and the truth in his eyes. She dropped her coat and he pulled her to him. He didn't know if this was the girl he was going to love the rest of his life, but at this moment, Draco Malfoy knew that Hermione Granger was the girl he loved, but they always say ones first love is forever.