Disclaimer: J. K .Rowling and Charlie Simpson own.
I'm so sorry for the pain
Sorry for the aches
Sorry for the moods I'm swinging
But I don't need your hand
I don't need your heart
I don't need a parachute
"Hermione" I whispered her name against her lips, ones that were pressed against mine in the room of requirement. How we got there I don't know, the Slytherin Prince and Gryffindor Princess kissing in secret. What has the world come to? Well, I guess I just need to have someone with me at the moment. With my mission, I need to release some stress, and Granger was there. Her hand welcoming, her heart open, being my parachute.
Later…
"Draco, are you okay?" She asked quietly, we were alone in a corridor in the castle. I ripped my hand from hers.
"Get off me mudblood," I spat, "I'm Malfoy to you, and I'm just fine."
She looked hurt; tears ran down her pale cheeks. Her big brown eyes gave me a look before she ran off. Probably to cry to Potter and Weasel. I continued down the corridor, trying to get the look out of my head. Why was I even thinking about her? It's Granger, bloody know-it-all Granger! Why did I care what she thought of me? Why?
When the room of requirement was in reach, I ran to it. Going straight in it, and crumbling down the walls in tears once inside and out of the public light. I was supposed to be strong and cool; nothing anyone else did could affect me. But Hermione Granger could affect me, in ways that are unknown. I never felt this about Pansy, and she was a Slytherin pure-blood! I didn't feel this about Astoria, so why Granger? Someone should just pop those big brown eyes out of her sockets, and then she wouldn't be so attractive to me!
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