"Would you like to tell us the name of the last curse?" Moody asks Hermione. I growl in the back of my throat. She shakes her head no and Moody says, "No? Avada Kedavra!" Moody kills the abnormal spider on her desk with one fick of his wrist. Her face is one of terror as she stares unseeing at the opposite wall. She turns away, biting her lip with unshed tears in her eyes. I want to get up and comfort her but I know her guard dogs would never let me, let alone her herself. Her eyes look across the room and hook one to mine. Her dark honey colored eyes still have those unshead tears and I want to wipe them off of her face. I look down at her lips, so ripe and pink. Her hair is so soft looking, a nice chestnut color. She looks down and wipes her eyes and I have an urge to rip the man's face off. I feel my veela growl in pleasure at seeing dream Moody dead at my feet. I close my eyes and picture Hermione and I at my family's French Villa house, no Voldemort, no Deatheaters, and certainly no Ron Weasley in sight. I bite my lip in pleasure and I turn to look at her again. She's writing her notes, a petrified look on her face. I sigh in longing knowing she is the one I want, need and love, but the one I can never have. I, Draco Malfoy, had fallen utterly in love with Hermione Jean Granger.