Your Heart's Desire
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I would be a billionaire, living in Scotland, and have been one of the most successful writers in the last century. Unfortunately I am not JK Rowling so therefore I am not any of these and I don't own any part of Harry Potter. It's all JK and those fabulous Warner Brothers.
"What the bloody hell were you thinking Malfoy?" Hermione's hair was growing frizzier by the minute as she yelled at the blond Slytherin in front of her. "Is your great big head too swelled with your own arrogance to see where you are putting your great big lumbering feet?" She scooped up Crookshanks and started lovingly stroking him.
"Well I'm sorry you're mangy whatever that thing is, was running right where I was strolling along MY corridor." Draco's tone was icier than the Black Lake in the middle of winter.
"He's a cat, Malfoy. I should have known that you were too stupid to know that. And last time I checked, the Hogwarts corridors were something that even YOUR rich death eater daddy couldn't buy."
"Don't you dare talk about my father like that! He is a great man. You don't know what the bloody hell you are talking about you filthy little mudblood." The boy's silver eyes fairly flashed white hot fury.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT YOU FOUL, LOATHSOME, EVIL-"
A loud bang echoed through the corridor as Draco and Hermione's hexes collided with an explosion of angry red sparks. Fearing that a teacher would had heard and was coming to give them detention they both stalked off in different directions., Hermione going straight towards her common room and Draco…He just didn't want to look at her anymore.
He stormed down the hall and turned onto the nearest staircase just as it was about to move again. Wandering around aimlessly for what seemed like ages in his kind of mood, he stumbled upon an old room whose door was conveniently propped open. The handle was covered in several centimeters of dust and the top of the door festooned with cobwebs. It seemed like no one had been to this particular part of the school in decades—and it was the perfect place to get away from her and every other witness of their argument. He pushed the door aside and walked in.
At the center of the room was a large, sheet covered structure. Curiously, he pulled down the worn cloth, coughing as a cloud of dust rose. In front of him stood a tall, magnificent mirror. At the top he read: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Then, he looked down.
It was Draco, perhaps slightly older by a few years, standing hand in hand with a girl more beautiful than anything he'd seen in his life. Her dark brown hair curled softly and her honey colored eyes looked at mirror-Draco with love. As she stood on her toes to kiss his mirror image, Draco realized something. She was real, and he had seen her in real life.
"Granger?"