Know-it-all Gryyfindor Hermione Granger sat in the library poured over a large tome that she passed as light reading. Her bushy brown hair looked a little less bushy and was pulled into two braids. Her robes fell gracefully from her shoulders.

Draco looked at the most perfect woman in the world from the entrance of the library. He gulped, running his fingers through his almost platinum blond hair. He made his way over to the woman of his dreams.

"Granger."

Hermione looked up into the Slytherin's silvery eyes. "What is it, Malfoy?" She asked.

Draco shook himself mentally, her lips formed his name amazingly. "I wanted to know..." Draco let the sentence die off. She was the forbidden fruit, a muggleborn witch. A filthy mudblood. A beautiful woman he couldn't have.

"Yes?" Hermione looked quizzically at the male.

Draco gulped, "Never mind." He turned and fled to an isle that held potion books and leaned against the shelves. He had failed himself. He could barely let himself be called a Slytherin. He felt terrible, standing there. Slowly, he turned to see the most horrid sight.

The blasted Weasel leaned in and kissed Hermione, his Hermione. And worse yet, she seemed to be kissing him back.

Draco left the Library, not even stopping to glare at Madam Prince. This love was the worst, desperate kind of imperfect love. He hated every passing moment of it with such passion. He hated the sin so much, he loved it. He loved her.

I feel for Draco in this fic, no matter how horrid it may be.

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