Rock Collection
Draco loved rocks (he wouldn't admit it though).
He loved the touch and the look of rocks. Rocks had always fascinated him even as little boy. Although, he never knew why he was so drawn to rocks in childhood. Maybe, because he thought they were odd.
And that was what Hermione was. Odd. Different yet perfect. The only girl to not like him at all or at least think he was handsome. His fascination with her began in the first year. Although he would he would never admit it either.
He would watch her from faraway, wishing he could start a collection of nothing but her. Then his mind would stray to things like what kind of Hermiones would there be (strict, witty, playful, intelligent, etc.). She had caught him looking once and gave him a "rude" look, and that was when he added rude to his short list.
By the time seventh year came he had memorized her every feature, from her bushy hair to her almond shaped brown eyes. He sometimes dreamed of giving her a makeover. He would teach her how to straighten her hair for good, what make-up to wear, and what clothes looked best on her. And she would be eternally grateful.
Potty and Weasel were complete nuisances to her he would notice. If she would ever fall in love with him she would make her choose between him or them, and she would choose him. Then they'd go off and leave Potty and Weasel to cry. That image always made him smirk with delight.
But he knew what his father would think, she was a mudblood and he must never have feelings for her, his father was dead at the end of the war so he didn't give a shit what Lucious thought anymore. So seventh year was his chance, as they were Head Boy and Head Girl, but then his chance was over quickly. Seventh year had passed by fast and soon it was over. He did at least make peace with her. But it wasn't good enough, so on graduation night he gave her a kiss and she-for some reason or another-kissed back. And that was the last he saw of her.
He still does love his rocks and his Hermione.