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"The man Stupid Cupid aimed at"

He stared at the ceiling. Would she already be awake? What would she be thinking of? How could he make her see he was sincere, he really cared of her… "Hope the flowers did it…" he muttered. It has taken him two months to figure out which flowers she liked. He had ended up calling in a favour with his friend Zabini. He had dated her in second year, Zabini had to put under hypnoses, because he couldn't recall… stupid guy… let her slip… now she mine, he smiled his arrogant smile, than shook his head, nodded and sighed… hopefully, stubborn little woman. He sighed again and pushed himself up from the bed with the intention to get some breakfast.

Meanwhile, in an oval shaped room filled with carnations, Hermione Granger was reading the note for the sixth time. "He really, he really, he… why?!". Hermione was at a loss. She had been falling for him, she loved the little fights they had and that one time when she accidentally walked into the wrong Quidditch locker rooms and she'd seen his bare body… she blushed. "O dear God… here goes nothing!", she picked one carnation out of its vase and ran for the door to the Slytherin dungeons.

"Hermione!", someone yelled as soon as she hit the third floor stairwell. She spun around, " Ginny! What's the matter?". "O! Hermione look at what Harry sneaked into my dorm last night!", Ginny held up a white-golden bracelet with charms representing the troubles and victories the two of them had had. Hermione looked at it and was about to make her compliments to Harry's present when Ginny noticed the flower Hermione was still holding tight.

"He knew which flowers you like! That is bloody amazing, even my runt of a brother didn't know that! He must really like you Hermione and I know you LOVVVE him!", Ginny squealed, batting her eyes widely at the L-word. "I hope he does… I am on my way to him now, have you seen him Gin?". "No I haven't but I'll bet ya' he's is having breakfast, he never misses Sunday's breakfast treat!". "That's right, thanks!", and with that Hermione hurried downstairs to the main hall.

When she was about to descent to the ground floor she heard HIS voice around the stairwell edge… but he wasn't alone…

"… and it was so sweet of you to go through all that trouble just for me Draco". "It was nothing paloma, you know you are my favourite", Draco answered. "Still I will never ever forget and I will always love you for it!", the girl bent towards Draco and kissed him on his cheek. "Thanks", she whispered and skipped off.

Hermione was dead-struck. It couldn't, it, no, it, no no no no NOOOO! She stomped her foot around. NO!

Draco turned at the noise and his face lit. "Hermione, did you come her to thank me and accept my plee?". Before he could even see it coming Hermione kick his …(you-know-what)… and ran for the door. "Auwccchhhh! Arrggg! What the ****?! What was that for?!", he yelled after her. She turned started yelled about Slytherin and webs of lies and betrayal and flower and pigeons. "Pigeons? … O no, Hermione wait!", but she was already gone.

Almost a month had passed. Hermione still wouldn't look at him. He had tried every way he could think of to get her to look at him, talk to him, LISTEN to him, but not one attempt succeeded. He was thinking about a new strategy when his cousin walked in. "Hey Drake! How's it hangin'?", she laughed, but immediately stopped when she saw the look on his face. "What is wring, Draco, talk to me". And he did, he trusted her, she trusted him, she was the only relative who had accepted his turn of priority and moral. She was his dove, his paloma blanca, his only truly understanding friend.

He told her everything, from the first time he'd met her and all he'd ever felt for her, about her. How she pushed him and hated him, how he tried not to fall in love and how he'd tried to forget her, because it wasn't meant to be, how they became sort'a' friends and how he thought she did not trust him enough, she never would fully submit to the feelings between them. Everything…

After listening to his release of his memory and feelings, she concluded he must really like this girl if he forgave her for hitting him in his face, figuratively and literally, several times! "No worries, cous', me, White Colomba Malfoy, will help you out!" … Draco really started to look worried now…

"She will love it!". "No she will think I am stupid". "She'll love it, now quite nagging and get over there! You did not resist the pull of the Dark Lord before you ended up like cousin Regulus, just to chicken now!", she was right and she knew it… he hated her for it…

Gathering his breath and he started forward. "I can't", he whimpered. Of all things he had been forced to do and all the things a willingly and knowingly did that were terrifying and wrong, Hermione could make him feel more afraid than anything in the world. The possibility of losing her forever through this stunt was horrifying! You do realise you are already losing her… WAKE UP CALL! SHE ISN'T TALKING TO YOU… IDIOT! "Quite that!", White had special abilities… one Draco wished had an "off" button. "I'm going already".

Hermione felt terrible… Draco had another girl… why had she ever allowed herself to fall in love with him… WHY?! He was wrong, totally wrong. He was arrogant, couldn't show his emotions, stuck-up little brat, smart, tall, devilishly handsome… He… was walking towards her carrying the biggest bouquet of carnations and a just as enormous bouquet of irises… flowers of sorrow, regret and messages to follow.

"For you my lady", he presented Hermione the flowers. "Because you will not speak to me I will sing to you my story of my feelings for you…" The few people still in the library started giggling but quickly shut up when he looked at them threateningly. He got to one knee and sang…

I hung up the phone tonight
Something happened for the first time deep inside
It was a rush, what a rush

"You stood up against me for years with your remarks…" His stormy grey eyes looked strait into her golden hazel ones.

'Cause the possibility
That you would ever feel the same way about me
It's just too much, just too much

Why do I keep running from the truth?
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotised, so mesmerised
And I've just got to know

She felt parts of the wall of anger and disgust melting inside away inside.

Do you ever think when you're all alone
All that we can be, where this thing can go?
Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it real or just another crush?

Do you catch a breath when I look at you?
Are you holding back like the way I do?
'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy
Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy

"Tell me Hermione!", he cried.

Has it ever crossed your mind
When we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends?
Is there more, is there more?

See it's a chance we've gotta take
'Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last
Last forever, forever

The wall crumbled a little more and she sobbed once.

Do you ever think when you're all alone
All that we can be, where this thing can go?
Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it real or just another crush?

Do you catch a breath when I look at you?
Are you holding back like the way I do?
'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy
Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy

…I did so, last night… the wall fell a part and Hermione felt her something else growing, pounding, screaming for acceptance from her, it wanted out, freedom, to love…

Why do I keep running from the truth?
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotised, so mesmerised
And I've just got to know

Do you ever think when you're all alone
All that we can be, where this thing can go?
Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it real or just another crush?

Do you catch a breath when I look at you?
Are you holding back like the way I do?
'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy
This crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy
Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy
Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy
Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy

"Hermione, I…", he gasped for breath, "paloma, is a nickname for my younger cousin, I, I… I love you, can you trust me?". He looked up into those beautiful hazel eyes and read the pain and hurt and love she felt all at the same time. "Hermione…", he said in a sigh. And as he was about to accept defeat she… kissed him. He had never felt more relieved, happier than at that moment. They broke apart and smiled. "Ti amo, mi corazón".

He lifted her up in his arms and carried her to a special, oval room, filled with books, carnations, snacks, and everything they loved, especially, each other… (and a giant comfy four-poster)

It took me a very very long time but I managed to find the inspiration to write the long meaning to be completed sequel on "Stupid Cupid". I hope you all enjoyed this one. Regards, Loves Curse -