"Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes."
-Ella Wilcox
There were many things that Draco hated about Hermione Granger. He hated her know-it-all personality, her huge teeth (which she regrettably fixed), the way she managed to outsmart him, that uncontrollable fuzz ball she called hair, not to mention that she actually chose to associate herself with Potty and the Weasel. Oh, the fact that she punched him in the face in their third year didn't help her case either.
Now, in Draco's mind, these reasons alone were enough to sustain a burning hatred towards someone. Unfortunately for him (or for Granger, depending on how you look at it), there was one thing that he hated the most about her. This thing topped the rest.
He hated that she made him love her.
He hated how he loved the fact that she was the only one on the same intellectual level as him. He hated how he found their verbal sparring matches exciting. He hated how he looked forward to arguing with her, not because he loved insulting her, but just because he liked talking to her. He hated how on the night of the Yule Ball in their fourth year, after she walked into the room, looking like the most beautiful woman on earth, he couldn't take her eyes off her for the rest of the night. He hated how even though she was a Mudblood, she still somehow managed to make him fall for her.
Despite all of that, there was still something that he loved about her.
He loved that she didn't know how he truly felt.
And for that he was eternally grateful.
AN: Hey, so, this is my first Dramione fic, and it's just a little drabble that popped into my head. I know It's kind of whatever and kind of cliché for Dramione, and probably done countless times before, but I couldn't get this out of my head, so I just had to write it. I really like it, and I hope you guys do as well. I'm always striving to be better, so any constructive criticism is appreciated. Please review!