Hello! So, I am writing for a competition this summer! Completely new to me, but I am going to give it a go. I might put all the short ones in one place, and keep the longer fics elsewhere. We'll see what happens. For now, enjoy! Yay!
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House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompts: Unfortunately
Word count: 577
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Unfortunately, Hermione was in love with Ron.
Lo and behold, Draco Malfoy was seething with his jealousy. Of course, how dare he be jealous of the ginger thing, in all his tall and lanky build, and his poor attempts at everything Hogwarts had to offer. And how dare Ron Weasley be popular, and liked. And how dare he be allowed to also be cruel and unkind in return.
Ronald Weasley, resident bully, although no one took much notice.
Ronald Weasley, who called Granger names, and boasted whole-heartedly about his run-ins with the notoriously pathetic Sirius Black, of his getting into the Gryffindor quidditch team (although everyone knew that to be a fluke), and of being dragged down into the black lake for a task set for his best friend. Ronald Weasley, who was not deserving of anything, not the least Hermione Granger's love.
Unfortunately, Hermione was in love with Ron.
And Draco was angry at himself, and angry at his life for bringing him to this point. An unfortunate series of events had brought him here. Married to Astoria, watching the Weasley clan from across the misted train station. Loving his son, and not quite regretting, but certainly wishing for something. He wished for a feeling more than obligation to his wife.
Granger had been unattractive and smart enough to be academic competition. Then she had turned into some sort of mystical nymph at the Yule ball, swirling into the Great Hall with Krum. Draco had accepted that. Krum was a quidditch player of some certain talent. Then she had just been around in all of his lessons, her damn hand up in the air, showing up everyone just to be the first to say something. Those years, he had been constantly between clamouring from endearment and annoyance.
Unfortunately, Draco was a Death Eater.
Arguably, it was a little bit of his own choice.
Unfortunately, being a Death Eater made him even less of an option for the bushy-haired, brilliantly talented, bossy, basic Hermione Granger. Not that he had wanted to be an option. It was just incredibly unfortunate that he happened to be attracted to her unattractiveness, her intelligence, determination, and the little things of her character. For example, when she brought those stupid muggle biros into lessons, and fiddled with the labels on the ink pots.
Unfortunately, Hermione was in love with Ron.
When Draco had wanted to change, and to be good, it was the worst possible timing for him. (There was no real good time for him to be better.) Never came a possible way in which he could be good, and remain alive, in his own home, with Voldemort playing house there. He couldn't even pretend to want to be good for her. If he did, he would just be dead.
Unfortunately. Unfortunately, this, unfortunately that.
His mother would claim him to be forming barriers between his wants, and denying them.
Unfortunately, Hermione was not in love with Draco Malfoy.
That wasn't a barrier he had made, but one that had been created for him. He had not made this unfortunate event occur, because while he had been looking over her love of another with disregard, she had never looked at him in the same way. Hermione Granger had never considered the pale, blonde-haired, grey-eyed boy who was in nearly all of her classes, and noticed the way she anxiously sought approval.
Hermione Granger was too busy falling in love with Ron.
