Bad Romance
I want your love and I want your revenge,
You can me could write a bad romance.
It's been years since I last saw her. Now, seeing her again, I'm not so sure what I feel. Reunions are the worst place to be when you haven't gotten over a former love, eh?
We hit it off in school—but it was always a secret. I was never good with her friends, so we decided it was best we just… kept whatever we had for each other to ourselves. Though I do remember, sometime around our seventh year in Hogwarts, I saw her. She was with Weasel-bee. I thought they were just talking—until I went closer. Kissing. Wow. Needless to say, I went away. I tried to force myself to believe that that wasn't her.
Then after that, when we decided to see each other again in the Shrieking Shack, she pretended like nothing happened. Like she was totally innocent. That didn't change what I saw. Instead of confronting her, I told her I loved her. I'm stupid, aren't I. Very stupid. She didn't answer me. She just told me we better stopped whatever we were doing now before someone got hurt.
Apparently, she didn't believe me. When I told her I loved her, I meant it. And, 'before someone got hurt'? Honestly and seriously? Are you so sure about that? I got hurt. Did that mean anything to you?
Few weeks later I see her with Weasel-bee again, apparently, shamelessly flaunting their relationship. Kissing in the halls, love notes in class… the agony of it all. Though I tried forgetting about her, Pansy Parkinson would never compare. That brainless, insufferable twat will never compare to her.
I loved her, and I still did.
"Draco?" She said, her eyes twinkling. "It's bee so long!"
"Too long." I answered, trying not to look at her. She flashed a sly smile, and grabbed my hand. She led me outside of the castle and near what-used-to-be Hagrid's hut. To the place where she punched me square on the face back in our third year.
"Do you remember this place?" she said, musing.
"How could I ever forget?" I answered again, trying to keep sarcasm in my voice with the matching deadpan expression.
She laughed. I turned my head to look at her, to see what she was laughing about, I saw nothing. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, she kissed me. And how foolish of me to ever kiss her back.
"Not bad." She said, pulling away.
I was dumbstruck. I didn't know what she was trying to do, or whatever she was trying to pull—but I smiled anyway, and dragged her back into the castle. She was always so unpredictable, but whatever she had planned, I loved Granger no matter what I said about her when we were in this school all those years ago. Whatever it was we were doing now, I knew I was in for a bad romance.
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Short drabble because I was bored. I was reading Harry Potter and I couldn't resist making a Drarmione. No, I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Drarmione would be canon, and Ginny would die in the second book.