Draco's Secret Love
Crreeaakk! All that could be heard on the crisp spring night was the creak of the stairs leading to the dungeons. Besides that, and the hoots of the owls, the grounds of Hogwarts were dead silent. Draco Malfoy carefully lit his wand using the spell Lumos. He walked slowly to the stairs leading to the second floor. I must see her, he thought, I must see her alive.
Then, realizing she could be dead, he sprinted toward the Hogwarts' infirmary. His heart was pounding as he kept telling himself she wasn't dead. He felt guilty he hadn't been to see her before, but that would have raised suspicions No one must know that he loves her. Draco knows she doesn't love him, but that idiot Weasley.
Draco stopped running when he got to the large wooden doors that led to the infirmary. His heart was racing at the speed of a Nimbus 2001, just like it did when he saw her eyes. How he ached to see her gorgeous eyes one last time. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door to the infirmary.
Draco walked in and saw her laying there as if frozen. He shut the door and ran to her side. She was stuck in a position as if she were holding a mirror. Her eyes were open and she had a horrified expression on her face. Draco gently took hold of her outstretched hand as silent tears slid down his pale face. If only he could have saved her. He could have protected her from the Monster of Slytherin.
She was beautiful. She may not have been to the other Slytherins, but she was to him. To Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger was the most gorgeous creature he'd ever laid eyes on.