Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.
A/N: I think this is the first ever drabble I've written, and I hate it... but I'll post it, nonetheless. I wrote this as a Dramione, but it can be seen as Hermione/Any Slytherin. So, if you prefer Hermione/Blaise or Hermione/Theo or whatever, just pretend "He" is that person, even though he's meant to be Draco.

There seems to have been a bit of confusion with the last chapter. As far as we know, wizard children are homeschooled until they are old enough to attend Hogwarts. When Ron is nine, the twins would be eleven, because there's a two year age gap (Ron born in 1980, twins born in 1978 - look it up).


Title: Not Meant to Happen.
Summary: It wasn't meant to happen, but he did.
Genre: Romance
Rating: K
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Hermione, Slytherin Male.
Word Count: 186


He hadn't meant for it to go that far. It was supposed to start with the kiss, end with the kiss, never to be discussed again. But no. She had wanted more. He had given her more. It wasn't meant to happen.

All those nights, meeting after hours. Talking, hugging, kissing. It wasn't meant to happen.

It was wrong, forbidden. They were fire and ice, good and bad, Gryffindor and Slytherin. They were boy and girl, surely that made up for it. It didn't. It wasn't meant to happen.

So he ended it.

With a note and a rose, left in their meeting place, the little alcove round the corner from Moaning Myrtles' bathroom. He crept into the bathroom, and half an hour later, a cry reached his ears.

He left the room at a jog. His arms wrapped around her. In a whisper, he apologised. Apologised, promised, begged for forgiveness. She accepted.

And then he knew. He was in love with Hermione Granger. It wasn't meant to happen, but it did.


A/N: Lots of crappyness. Yuck.

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