A/N: I thought I would take a teensly break from my two long stories and write a one short. Even though no one really reads them, I thought it would be fun.
Regret, Love, Sorrow
Draco Malfoy stood on top of the Astronomy Tower, looking at someone walking across the edge of the lake. He had seen her do it so many times before, just walking and thinking. Many said that she used her mind too much, but Draco didn't agree.
He could never let any one see it, but he loved her more than anything else in the world.
She had close friends who were exactly like family to her but she still remained independent. She could easily take care of herself and was always ready to help any one who needed it. She was thoughtful, kind, considerate, not to mention beautiful.
She had grown out of her awkward, bucktooth faze and was now, the most stunning thing that could be found for miles, although it didn't make him love her any more.
No, it definitely didn't. Draco had just never met anyone like her. No one else was as perfect as she was; she was flawless.
He wanted nothing more than to have this war be over, so she could know how much she meant to him and prove the extent that he would go for her.
He was supposed to get married when school was over; it was a tradition among purebloods. Being married to Pansy Parkinson was the last thing that he wanted, but he felt like he deserved to be unhappy.
Draco didn't think he was good enough to be with someone so smart and talented as she was, he thought himself more fit for Pansy. It didn't matter that he regretted everything he had done over the years; it was his choices, his actions, that mattered.
He regretted not telling her everyday that he loved her, not even telling it to her once. He regretted being a coward, not being able to stand up to his father, who now had control over his entire life. He regretted being pureblood. It would be so much easier if he didn't have to deal with all those delusional bastards, everything they believed in being nothing but bullshit.
But Draco's number one regret was how he had treated her. He treated her as though she were dirty, not fit to even live. As though she were somehow contaminated.
Amazing isn't it? Draco though bitterly to himself. I could do anything I wanted. I had the money, the power, and the charm. But I could never make the right choices. I could never gain the courage to show how I truly felt.
With regret, love and sorrow in his heart, Draco watched the figure of the girl walking around the lake, just thinking. He had a small smile on his face but it was a sad one.
Closing his eyes Draco whispered, "You never knew how much I loved you, how much I still love you. I will never stop Hermione."
A/N: shit, now I'm depressed. You know what would probably make me feel better (wink wink) REVIEWS