Draco Malfoy scowled at himself while looking out the window. That stupid mudblood, Granger, did it again.

She couldn't help it. She is perfect in every way. From her bushy hair, and her everlasting smile, down to her perfectly sculpted feet: I love her. Not that I would tell her that. It might go to her big know-it-all head. I know if she did find out she would only laugh at me for it. Laugh with Weasley, I bet.

"Draco!" His fiancée's voice yelled through his thoughts. Crap, he thought, I don't want to deal with her yet. The only reason why I am marring her is because of father. My father would have murdered or maybe even tortured me until I died, if I married anybody but Pansy Parkinson…Literally.

"What?!?" Draco answered angrily.

Suddenly, Pansy was in his room, and at his side.

"Drakie, that mudblood was at the door, and she asked for you. I told her to shove off because you were busy. Aren't you proud of me?" She said arrogantly.

"Are you serious, Parkinson? You just let her walk away?"

"Well, yes. You didn't want to talk to her, did you?" Pansy asked suspiciously.

Knowing that he blew his cover, he replied quickly, "Uh…I would have screamed it at her. Let her know not to ever come back into this house ever again." At these words, Pansy let her guard down.

"I love you, Draco." She said happily. Draco said nothing, as she pranced down the stairway.

Draco turned back around to look out the window again, but then he tripped, feeling himself flying head over heels out the window.When he hit the ground, he heard a sickening crunch. He screamed in pain, and then everything went black.

-----------------------------------------D r a c o and H e r m i o n e Forever--------------------------------------------------

Sometimes that Pansy can be so detestable, Hermione Granger thought to herself as she walked away from the Malfoy Manor. I don't see what Draco sees in that woman. I mean, really?!?

Hermione then walked all the way into town, stopping for a drink at the Hog's Head. She never drank, nor did she feel the need to. This was a time for a drink though. She was in a crisis.

Hermione was in love in Draco. She never saw it coming. She thought she would always detest the blonde-haired ferret-like being. He had never been nice to her, and had no obvious intention on changing that. Besides, Draco was marring Pansy, the little annoy twit that she is. Hermione wouldn't have cared if she didn't know that Draco hates Pansy, so he would do something not to marry her.

Hermione looked up at the ceiling and then heard familiar voices come in through the door.

"Oy! Get us a couple of butterbeers over here." It was the Weasley twins, Fred and George.

"Hello, Hermione! What have you been up to lately?" Fred asked after finally locating her.

"One of everything, I suppose. What about you?" She asked vaguely.

"We have been excellent! The shop has been going good, also. You should come by soon. We just got a new shipment of love potions, and other stuff like that for Valentine's Day." George replied.

"Really? That's great!" Hermione said happily.

"Did you hear about what happened to that git, Malfoy?" Fred asked.

"What?"

"Oh, he's in the hospital now."

"Are you serious?!?" Hermione replied with worry. She took a big drink of her butterbeer.

"Yeah, he cracked his skull, and probibly some other things."

"How did you know this though?"

"On our way from out of town we saw it happen. We took him to the hospital. They said it didn't look good. I wanted to leave him, but I knew it wouldn't be right to just leave him like that. You know?"

"Yeah...hey, I have to go." Hermione said wearily.

"So soon?" George asked her.

"Yeah, I have a headache bigger than Voldemort's criminal record." Hermione laughed at her own comment, even though her voice was scrachy and dry from the news of Draco.

Why it is affecting me like this? I hate him, don't I???

Of course she did. Definetly. Yeah...hopefully.