Operation 'Get Granger'
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Authors Note: Here's something to tide you over until I get started on the new chapter for The Whole Story As We Don't Know It. Don't forget to check that out if you haven't already. So yeah, as the summary says; a look into Draco Malfoy's mind. I am only able to do this because I am an extremely talented Occlumens and Legillimens, and you should feel very fortunate that I am sharing these thoughts with you! Enjoy, don't forget to Review.
08/04/16: Just editing some errors and trying to make it possibly longer for you, I'm not sure. I was pleasantly surprised by the reviews left on this story, and so I'm considering possibly adding a new chapter (but don't quote me on that, those of you who have read my other stories since I started on here many moons ago will know I am not the most reliable of authors). Thanks xo
There they are again: Weasley and…her. Honestly, I cannot fathom any just reason why she would want to date does she see in him? I just feel this sick feeling inside me every time I see them together, and I am not accustomed to such feelings. Although with Weasley, I suppose I have always had some nauseous feelings; just his face makes me sick to my stomach. But now, these feelings have gone past nausea and have climaxed to just plain painfulness.
I remember seeing Granger at the Manor, when something inside of me just caved in. Watching Aunt Bella Crucio her was certainly hard to muster, but I knew I couldn't look away, not unless I wanted to give them reason to call me weak. I could hear Weasley shouting for her in the cellar, in that little annoying voice of his: always pining after something. If he was so worried, why didn't he try to get out, to save her, instead of just wailing on like a blundering idiot? Oh wait, that's exactly what he is. I couldn't do anything: I had a reputation to uphold!
Just watching her gave me a lump in my throat; writhing in pain on the floor while we all stood, helplessly watching her suffer: her eyes rolling into the back of her head; those high pitched screams which will stay with me forever; her cries for mercy. It wasn't even possible that she could have got that sword from Aunt Bella's vault; it's one of the most secure vaults in Gringotts, apart Potters'. Then, as if time was paused, everything stopped: the shouts; the screams. I dared to chance a look at Grangers' face: all I saw was pain; her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to block out the noise going on around her.
Next minute, Weasley and the Boy Wonder have escaped from the cellar, with the latter holding onto my Disarmed wand. Then that bloody House Elf pops in to say hello, breaking our most expensive chandelier, almost crushing Aunt Bella and Granger in the process. One minute I was looking over at her, and then the next, Granger was laying limply in the Great Weasels' arms. I just caught a glimpse of her before they all Apparated to who knows where to do who knows what.
The next time I saw her was brief, in the midst of the Battle: fighting her way through a bunch of Death Eaters using all the knowledge in that fantastic brain of hers. Once or twice I thought I had caught her eye, until she turned away and killed more Death Eaters. Well maybe 'killed' isn't the correct word, more maimed or seriously injured. I couldn't imagine my Granger killing anything.
Anyway, she turned away from me: obviously I wasn't worthy enough for her to maim or seriously injure; great. Occasionally I would see her with the Weasel King, trying to protect her: like she needed protection from him.
But with me, nothing could harm her; together we would be a super couple. Mrs Hermione Jean Malfoy has a certain ring to it, don't you think? I could just imagine her saying it; "Hello, yes this is Mrs Malfoy, who's calling please?" Of course, those kinds of thoughts all blew away like the bits that were left of Voldemort when I saw them after the battle: the way they looked at each other.
I cannot believe how much I ruined my life that first day of Hogwarts; who knew the first day of high school could be so important? Why did my parents ever teach me about Mudb… about bad muggleborns? Now I know my parents were wrong, but of course it's too late.
Her and Weasley? I mean, come on! It's not right, not right at all. She didn't even pick the better looking one of their little Golden Trio. But I'll find a way: show her how much better she could do. I mean, come on: Weasley? she couldn't do much worse. Operation 'Get Granger' is go: better watch out, you little weasel.