Have you ever met someone who makes mistakes all the time? I have. Draco Malfoy. His potions are always just off color, he never gets 100% on anything, he's never (to my knowledge) been in a real relationship for more than 46 days, and, to top it all off, the boy simply cannot get his tie straight.
Now, have you ever met someone who was just a little off perfect, which somehow, through some twisted fate, actually made them cooler? I have. Draco bloody, sodding Malfoy. Honestly. For all the aforementioned reasons he's not "cool" or "awesome" or "completely worship worthy" (all things written about him on the girls' loo walls all throughout the castle). However, no one (except me) seems to notice anymore how truly off he is. He's even on good terms with Harry and Ronald!
"Oh Mione, cut the poor guy a break."
"Geesh Herm, sorry Hermione, what's the big deal? All that stuff was a long time ago!"
I honestly do forgive him for everything he did the first six years of our education (and one year of war) but it's his little ticks now that still drive me up a tree. He can't give anything his all anymore! And, okay, is it really my fault that I always want to straighten his thrice-danged tie or add one more pinch of diced daisy roots to his nearly-perfect potion or be his first relationship longer than a month and a half? Wait, I didn't mean that last one! I didn't! I swear! He bugs me and I don't like him, and I hate his tie and I loathe the little sweat curl he gets behind his left ear after he works hard on a potion or plays Quidditch and I abhor that little knowing smile he gives me when I dice up just enough extra root to complete his potion (and he takes them right off my cutting board and mutters "thanks" like we're friends or something equally as ridiculous!). I just love him. I mean HATE him! I did mean hate! Oh who am I kidding?
Bloody, sodding, confusing Malfoy.
I think I like him.
Bloody, sodding, confusing, adorable Malfoy.
Okay, I really like the dumb git!
Bloody, sodding, confusing, adorable, hot Malfoy.
But he is (or might be) my bloody, sodding, confusing, adorable, hot Draco.
And I'll be his annoying, anal-retentive, bookish, gorgeous, muggleborn Hermione… or so he keeps telling me.
A/N: Okay so I meant to be writing the next chapter of the LL but I couldn't find my muse so I wrote this instead. I'm thinking of doing one from Draco's POV, thoughts? Review please! I'd do it for you! – quik