A/N: Hey. I'm so happy you guys are enjoying this. Your reviews lightened up my day and thanks for it. By popular demand, I'm updating quickly. Reviews are would be great and constructive criticizm is fine as well. I hope you enjoy....
I've never made an apology in my life...well, not by my own will. Malfoys were brought up not to sink into such a low position. But seeing Herm---I mean, Granger there. I don't know. She's right, now that I think of it. I've said some awful things to everybody. But hearing her saying that...
No! I've got to go to the hospital wing. I've gone mad. I can't care about what she thinks. She's nothing to me. Nothing at all.
But she's not bad too look at. Even when she was crying she still looked amazing....
She's not hot, Draco! No...she's still..a... oh God!
First arguing with myself, then saying Granger is something more than dirt. Well, I can't do that... What good-looking Quidditch player does?
Why would she like me, anyhow? She's got that reckless Potter, and the whole Weasel family, plus I'm awful to her, she needs someone who would appreciate her. She needs someone to bring her up, not down. Not like what I did. Girls...I'll never understand any one of you. I mean, I know how charming I am...and these wonderful looks...maybe Granger's shallow.
Oh Lord, here comes Mud--uh--Mud--why can't I say it?? I might as well say something to her.
"Hey Granger!"
"What do you want? Just sod off." Oooh, she's playing hard-to-get. I could easily dangle this piece of news right in front of her...but, I can't do that. I already have a guilty conscience, thanks to Granger.
"Fine, I wanted to apologize but if you're going to have that temper than just forget about it." Hehehe, Goal Malfoy! She's turning around...good. Pff! What is this! She best not give me that stern look.
"Well...go on with then" Oh Granger you can't say that to me! Why have I been thinking of you all night? You're being an ungrateful know-it-all. Maybe I was the right one, some things never change. I might as well get this over with.
"Okay, hold your bloody horses. I'm...I'm sor....sorry. Alright? What I said was pretty awful. You are smart and yeah...I'm done." What do you have to say to that Granger? Hello?? You're enemy of 6 years apologized up front, moron.
"It's okay, Malfoy." Whoa, hold on! She's smiling? Wow, she's got a really nice one too....ah! I did not just say that! It's the hormones talking...yes! That's it. Just normal, raging hormones. And now she's coming closer. Oh my god! She's coming closer! Why do I feel so hot? She's grabbing my hand...OH! She's shaking it. I hope no one sees this. Oh I don't care if we were in the middle of the Triwizard Tournament doing this. I don't care at all.
Whoa there! I don't care? Since when did I not care? And since when does my skin tingle? My skin never does that. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Okay then...I've got to go uh," Think Draco think! Be smooth...use that charm.."to the libary." I'm an idiot. That sounds so dumb. Now just push past her before she can say anything else. Or brush past her, maybe smell her hair...
No! Damn these thoughts of mine. I'm just going to leave...and not look back. I can't look back. I can't think of her. I can't want her.
Period.
A/N: Just one more thing. If you would like to read my brother's story "Harry Potter and Your Worst Nightmares" that'd be really nice of you. He only has 3 reviews for 5 chapters and he's kinda down...Thanks!
I've never made an apology in my life...well, not by my own will. Malfoys were brought up not to sink into such a low position. But seeing Herm---I mean, Granger there. I don't know. She's right, now that I think of it. I've said some awful things to everybody. But hearing her saying that...
No! I've got to go to the hospital wing. I've gone mad. I can't care about what she thinks. She's nothing to me. Nothing at all.
But she's not bad too look at. Even when she was crying she still looked amazing....
She's not hot, Draco! No...she's still..a... oh God!
First arguing with myself, then saying Granger is something more than dirt. Well, I can't do that... What good-looking Quidditch player does?
Why would she like me, anyhow? She's got that reckless Potter, and the whole Weasel family, plus I'm awful to her, she needs someone who would appreciate her. She needs someone to bring her up, not down. Not like what I did. Girls...I'll never understand any one of you. I mean, I know how charming I am...and these wonderful looks...maybe Granger's shallow.
Oh Lord, here comes Mud--uh--Mud--why can't I say it?? I might as well say something to her.
"Hey Granger!"
"What do you want? Just sod off." Oooh, she's playing hard-to-get. I could easily dangle this piece of news right in front of her...but, I can't do that. I already have a guilty conscience, thanks to Granger.
"Fine, I wanted to apologize but if you're going to have that temper than just forget about it." Hehehe, Goal Malfoy! She's turning around...good. Pff! What is this! She best not give me that stern look.
"Well...go on with then" Oh Granger you can't say that to me! Why have I been thinking of you all night? You're being an ungrateful know-it-all. Maybe I was the right one, some things never change. I might as well get this over with.
"Okay, hold your bloody horses. I'm...I'm sor....sorry. Alright? What I said was pretty awful. You are smart and yeah...I'm done." What do you have to say to that Granger? Hello?? You're enemy of 6 years apologized up front, moron.
"It's okay, Malfoy." Whoa, hold on! She's smiling? Wow, she's got a really nice one too....ah! I did not just say that! It's the hormones talking...yes! That's it. Just normal, raging hormones. And now she's coming closer. Oh my god! She's coming closer! Why do I feel so hot? She's grabbing my hand...OH! She's shaking it. I hope no one sees this. Oh I don't care if we were in the middle of the Triwizard Tournament doing this. I don't care at all.
Whoa there! I don't care? Since when did I not care? And since when does my skin tingle? My skin never does that. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Okay then...I've got to go uh," Think Draco think! Be smooth...use that charm.."to the libary." I'm an idiot. That sounds so dumb. Now just push past her before she can say anything else. Or brush past her, maybe smell her hair...
No! Damn these thoughts of mine. I'm just going to leave...and not look back. I can't look back. I can't think of her. I can't want her.
Period.
A/N: Just one more thing. If you would like to read my brother's story "Harry Potter and Your Worst Nightmares" that'd be really nice of you. He only has 3 reviews for 5 chapters and he's kinda down...Thanks!
