Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: Thanks for the ONE review. I hope I get atleast three for this chapter. I know it's not that great, so constructive-critism would be appreciated. I want help with repetitive writting.

Ship: Cannon based but not possible in cannon Draco/Hermione mostly one-sided.


I love her.

I love her, Hermione.

I love her, Hermione Jane.

I love her, Hermione Jane Granger.

I love her, Hermione Jane Granger, and

I love her, Hermione Jane Granger, and I

I love her, Hermione Jane Granger, and I am

I love her, Hermione Jane Granger, and I am Draco

I love her, Hermione Jane Granger, and I am Draco Lucius

I love her, Hermione Jane Granger, and I am Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Got it? Good. See, I knew not everyone in this whole fucked up world was totally incapable of understanding human speech. Yes, I love Hermione Granger, her eyes, her hair, her brain, her spirit, I love everything about that goddamned mudblood.

And I hate it.

I'm not supposed to love her, I'm supposed to hate her. However, I'm also not supposed to be a spy for the Order or the first 'good' Malfoy since my thrid great-grandfather.

So I guess this was bound to happen.

The only problem is, she doesn't love me. Never has, never will. She thinks of me as the dirty little ferret that has made her, Weasley, and Potter's lives hell since the moment we met.

But there are times when I see her smile at me, or look at me with some strange expression on her face and I pray that she loves me back. There are times when we accidently touch and I feel sparks I never knew existed.

I know, deep down, she feels something too. But she'll never give into that impulse, because I'm evil and she's light. And it just wasn't meant to be.

But I love her all the same.