CHAPTER ONE
DISCLAIMER: Sob, I don't own any of the characters (In Chapter 1, at least) but boy, do I wish! Only the story line is mine. Everything belongs to J.K.R. Read on!
A/N: Some of you may be mad at this story, but I don't care. It's a new idea. LOL.
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"I want you, but I can't have you. I love you, but you won't love me."
"I like her. I've spent all this time pretending, masquerading all this time. 4 years I've spent convincing people of my hatred towards her. But I LOVE her. I FLAT OUT ADORE her. "Her". What a coincidence. "H-E-R" are the first three letters in her name. Every time I say it, or even think about it, I melt. the syllables just flow together. like butter. "Herrrmiiiioneeee". It's so. so... melodic. It's a good things the guys don't know about this. I wouldn't want to been seen as a pansy, like that Weasley boy, Ron. Red headed freak. They're always going around together. Them and Potter; famous Harry Potter."the boy who lived"! Bah! Stupid git wouldn't last a day out in the real wizarding world. Why doesn't he go back with his muggle friends? I'd like to meet up with him one day, after graduation. If we were to have a duel, "Avada Kadavra" would be the first words to part from my lips. But I couldn't. No, not to such a close friend of Hermione. I remember the first time I ever met her. Standing with Potter, and Weasley. Frizzy hair, and those cute little teeth, even if they were rather large. It was like the sun had just risen in my life. If only I had a chance with her, if only. But WHAT am I SAYING? She's muggle born! She's a bloody MUD BLOOD. We MUST KEEP THE MALFOY LINE PURE! I could never disgrace my father in a way like that. I could never hurt my mother in such a way. Then again, I don't know how much longer I can hold my feelings for her.."
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Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy closed his journal. He made sure no one else was around, and he tucked it back under his mattress. His secret place. No one must ever know about this, he thought. He would be ruined. He headed down the stairway, into the dark Slytherin common room. There sat his cronies, Crabb, and Goyle. He signaled to them with his fingers, and like two well trained canines, they followed him out of the room. It was time for Potions. Potions was the only decent class that had been on their scheduale since their first year at Hogwarts. The only decent teacher, was Severus Snape. He passed her in the corridor. Walking with her two boyfriends. How he despised them. "Off to Muggle Studies, Granger? Don't you know enough about them already, being a MUD BLOOD and all?" he said, laughing, and continued down the hallway and into the dungeon.
DISCLAIMER: Sob, I don't own any of the characters (In Chapter 1, at least) but boy, do I wish! Only the story line is mine. Everything belongs to J.K.R. Read on!
A/N: Some of you may be mad at this story, but I don't care. It's a new idea. LOL.
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"I want you, but I can't have you. I love you, but you won't love me."
"I like her. I've spent all this time pretending, masquerading all this time. 4 years I've spent convincing people of my hatred towards her. But I LOVE her. I FLAT OUT ADORE her. "Her". What a coincidence. "H-E-R" are the first three letters in her name. Every time I say it, or even think about it, I melt. the syllables just flow together. like butter. "Herrrmiiiioneeee". It's so. so... melodic. It's a good things the guys don't know about this. I wouldn't want to been seen as a pansy, like that Weasley boy, Ron. Red headed freak. They're always going around together. Them and Potter; famous Harry Potter."the boy who lived"! Bah! Stupid git wouldn't last a day out in the real wizarding world. Why doesn't he go back with his muggle friends? I'd like to meet up with him one day, after graduation. If we were to have a duel, "Avada Kadavra" would be the first words to part from my lips. But I couldn't. No, not to such a close friend of Hermione. I remember the first time I ever met her. Standing with Potter, and Weasley. Frizzy hair, and those cute little teeth, even if they were rather large. It was like the sun had just risen in my life. If only I had a chance with her, if only. But WHAT am I SAYING? She's muggle born! She's a bloody MUD BLOOD. We MUST KEEP THE MALFOY LINE PURE! I could never disgrace my father in a way like that. I could never hurt my mother in such a way. Then again, I don't know how much longer I can hold my feelings for her.."
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Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy closed his journal. He made sure no one else was around, and he tucked it back under his mattress. His secret place. No one must ever know about this, he thought. He would be ruined. He headed down the stairway, into the dark Slytherin common room. There sat his cronies, Crabb, and Goyle. He signaled to them with his fingers, and like two well trained canines, they followed him out of the room. It was time for Potions. Potions was the only decent class that had been on their scheduale since their first year at Hogwarts. The only decent teacher, was Severus Snape. He passed her in the corridor. Walking with her two boyfriends. How he despised them. "Off to Muggle Studies, Granger? Don't you know enough about them already, being a MUD BLOOD and all?" he said, laughing, and continued down the hallway and into the dungeon.