DisclaimerThe lovebirds in this fic belong to JKR, not me.

Okay, I must admit that I am a DraMione shipper! shamelessly, too!

So, here is an extremely brief CANON Draco One Shot!

Here it goes!

Unseen

By Chibi Hime

I see you, Granger.

But you can't see me. Not the real me. Not the me I want you to see.

That's right, glare at me from across the Dining Hall. Now have Potter and the bum join in. That's right.

For being so smart, you can certainly be dense and oblivious at times.

I'm not supposed to like you. I'm not supposed to talk to you.

My father told me I was better than you.

I know he's a liar.

He's angry and jealous that a witch whose parents are of Muggle descent is better at magic than I am. He's weak. He feels threatened by you,

You only see the me that everyone expects me to be.

Why can't you see that if I didn't insult you, that I'd never be able to say anything to you. It hurts me to say such cruel things, but I keep hoping that you'll pull me aside. Away from all the prying eyes.

Pull me aside to tell me off in private.

I know you want to.

Then, my dear Hermione, I would tell you I never meant any of it. That is was the only way to get your attention without arousing suspicion. I would tell you how much I admired you, that I was so proud to know you. Every time you succeed, my chest is warmed with delight. I even think I love you sometimes.

But I can't say anything but hurtful words. I long to tell you the truth, but I can't. The walls have ears.

I would have to speak to you and you alone in the solitude of some long forgotten corridor.

But you won't.

You're so stubborn.

You're not looking at me anymore.

But you and your friends are walking by.

You have to walk directly behind me to get to the door.

Perfect.

I brace once more. This is my chance.

I open my mouth to let loose with a stinging insult.

Please hear me this time. The real me.

You pass.

Your cloak brushes against mine and its coarse fabric runs over my hand, which rests on the bench. Phantom feelings tingle where it passed.

I shut my mouth and look away.

I flex my fingers and stare at my palm.

The tingling fades.

I can feel your eyes burning into the back of my head, wondering why I did not insult you.

Then, you're gone.

And I am alone again in a hall of hundreds.

I rub my thumb and forefinger together.

I'll just have to be patient, it seems.

You're so smart, it seems, you can't see a facade.

END