Author's note: Her are my thanks to those faithful reviewers.
Zuvalupa: I'm doing it so that each chapter is through either Draco or Hermione's point of view. I see you have being dying to read about Draco, well here it is. Enjoy!
Winky-wink: Yea I felt I wanted a morbid song so I just happen to have the lyrics to Evanescence song.
FunnyCatGirl: You make it sound as though I forced you to read my story. The story is cliché? Hum. They think about each other, though they don't talk to other's about it. I'm guessing if you liked some one you would come right out and tell them. Nonetheless I have followed your advice about dialogue so here you go and thank you for the review.
Noisy lil brat: Thank you so here is the next chapter.
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Draco
I feel lonely and it seems nothing can enlighten my dull mood. I lingered around the library in hope to get a glimpse of her but she was not there. I wasted my valuable time looking for, yet she never turned up. The more I see her the more my heart desires for her, I can't get my mind of her.
Perhaps I have been possessed, for it surely can not be me desiring her, or is it? I no longer seem to know what reality is and what merely a dream is. Every time I see her I have to blink twice and pinch myself to make sure that I'm not in one of my fantasies. If that wasn't painful, she looks through me like a worthless air which hangs around the air like a bad odor. What does fate hold for us? If there is even us, I hope there is.
At first I told myself that It purely a puppy love but then why does my heart ached every time I see her with Harry or Ron? I'm confused...Who hold the future's of all wizards? I would do anything to know the answer to this fatal feeling that could possibly cause me my life and her life. I hate to think what my father would say if he knew of my feelings towards the mudblood. I close my eyes and imagine the priceless look on his face and how the conversation would go...
'Father I have something to say,' I would utter.
'Yes Draco, what is it?' would come my father's voice.
'I think I am in love,' I would whisper. He would stop drinking the coffee in which he held in his left hand and look at me, A mixture of happiness and curiosity placing on his pale eyes.
"Hermione Granger.' The cup would hit the hard floor and his scream would vibrate off the walls of our manor. 'Not the mudblood. You have no shame! I have not bought up my only heir to become a disgrace to me or your master.'...
Perhaps I would not tell my father about her, I will keep it a secret. It will be the secret of the passionate lovers. A sheepishly grin started to form on my face. I don't think I would be willing to lose her to the death eaters. I don't know any more where my loyalty lays. Is it with my father and the dark lord or the person I worship the most in this world that might not love me back?
'Crabbe did you know that one of your nipples is harder than the other one,' drifted Goyle's voice. Grabbe looked at his top that was rather tight on him and shrugged.
'Why is it like that?' asked Goyle.
'I don't know,' replied Crabbe.
'Make it stop!' screamed Goyle.
'I can't!' snapped Crabbe. I had never noticed but now that I paid to much attention I could see what Goyle meant, I grinned and shuck my head. Crabbe wrapped his robe around him. My laughter drifted down the corridor.
'Flint is going to kill me if he sees me in Quidditch pitch,' uttered Crabbe abruptly.
'Why?' I questioned, looking less enthusiastic than I sounded.
'I was staring at Phoenix,' he whispered.
'Just act tough next time you see him and stand your ground,' I informed him.
'But I'm not tough,' he sighed.
'That's why I said 'act tough',' I stated. Crabbe thought about this for several seconds and uttered 'I'm going to be tough.' Crabbe and Goyle left to some place or other.
Phoenix was pretty and I could understand why Flint was being over protective. I reminisced about her. The way her long braided hair hung over her shoulders and every so often it would rub against her caramel skin. If she was single I might have asked her out but every guy was trying to catch her in their claws and Flint was the only fortunate one. 'Hello?' floated a familiar voice in my head. I looked up and found Phoenix standing before me. I grinned awkwardly. 'Tell Flint tomorrow that I won't be able to make it to the Quidditch practice,' she said. I frowned skeptically.
'Trust me, at a time like this every one should avoid Flint,' she continued and winked at me. I watched her lean figure disappear into the crowd.
The day had gone fine and I only thought about Hermione once which is a big deal. I could hug myself right now but people would probably think I'm self centered psycho. I sneaked out of the castle and down to the forbidden forest. I didn't like the forest, all these creepy creature crawling around. I shivered. The cold night left me frozen and the howling wind didn't help either. I wrapped my arms around me to keep myself warm. I was coming near and the forest looked unwelcoming. I held back the fear that played at the back of my mind and continued walking towards the forest. 'God I hate trees. All tall and arrogant,' I whispered.
I heard the unmistakable noise of twigs being stepped upon. My head jolted quickly and my eyes scanned the dark forest, Cold chill running down my spine. 'Who...is there,' I shivered...I squinted my eyes to make out the dark figure that walked out of the forest. Was this going to be my last breath? I wondered. At least you won't have to go through the pain of knowing that Hermione doesn't love you back! Said a mocking voice at the back...
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