A/N: There! This part is done! This is story is actually going to start now. I just want to tell you guys that I'm not going to be always writing in this form…like "she", "he"…I'm putting dialogue in he next chapter! Oh, and thank you to everyone who reviewed! You guys rock! If I didn't get any…I would cry. T.T Anyways… here goes…
Bittersweet Love
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My Happy Ending
Her Secret
Hermione Granger had a "little" secret.
Okay, maybe it wasn't a little secret. Maybe, it was just a secret that she didn't want anybody to know about.
Because it was a BIG secret.
Maybe a bit too big.
And she didn't want people making a big deal about it.
That's why she didn't tell a single soul.
She kept everything to herself. Even though she had good best friends and all, she was sure no one would like her secret – not even them.
It wasn't a bad secret. And at first, she thought maybe it would be just a temporary secret. Maybe it would go away.
But it didn't.
It had bothered her ever since 3rd year. Until now. And she was 17…
What happened? She didn't know.
This secret… was about a single boy.
He was her everything.
This boy was everything she could ever hope for.
She simply loved him.
So, what was the problem?
She hated him. And so did everyone else.
Why? Why did she even like the stupid annoying git in the first place?
Actually, Hermione herself did not even know the real reason.
Was it because he was the Slytherin sex-god and every girl craved for him and maybe that's why she thought she needed to crave for him too?
Was it because she knew she would never have him?
Was it the danger and shock if someone ever found out that she liked him?
Was it because he always insulted her and he was her mortal enemy and maybe somehow that turned her on?
Was it because he was horribly handsome and sexy-looking?
Was it because he always argued with her about nothing at all?
Was it because he was everything she ever wanted?
Or was it merely because he was so different from her?
Well, actually, the answer was yes to all of the questions.
And she obsessed about him… everyday.
She spent her extra time (after she was done her homework of course, this is again, Hermione Granger we are talking about), writing Draco and her name together and around it were little hearts.
That, obviously, was a BIG waste of time.
She knew he would NEVER like her, or even become her friend.
Even still, she used her time to ponder about things like, what Malfoy would be like in bed, or maybe what it would be like to be married to him, or maybe if they had kids, what they would look like. And occasionally, she thought about what it would be to just spend all her time with him forever.
It was just a lovely fantasy she liked to think about on her spare time.
Sometimes, she thought that maybe he might unexpectedly come up to her, or better yet, write a love letter to her, expressing his undying love for her…but pphhhffttt.
That was just a reverie.
Nothing like that would ever happen. For all she knew, she might even become a poor old lady with NO husband and NO love life at all and end up dying in a rickety rackety old rocking chair with a dozen cats keeping her company and her half-finished pink fuzzy sweater in her lap.
She could never have him. After all the rivalry between them, how would it ever be possible?
She wanted so badly to express her true feelings to him, but that was unlikely.
They couldn't even talk civilly with each other. They ended up always arguing with each other; but she enjoyed those fights. Because it was the only way she could ever talk to him.
She felt so pathetic.
She didn't think she should be ashamed though…She knew that the whole girl population felt the same towards him.
But she felt different. Well, she thought she felt different. She didn't exactly know.
All the girls only wanted him to sleep with him. She wasn't like them; she didn't want to be a whore. The other girls THOUGHT they knew everything about him. They wanted to kiss him just because all the other girls would be SO jealous when they found out some girl had snogged or shagged him.
But Hermione didn't love him for that. She hardly even believed those rumors. Well, maybe the kissing part. But she didn't love him for those reasons. She felt that part of her knew that he was different from the others. Like he wasn't just some stupid arrogant jerk that Hermione always knew him as. She knew that wasn't really him.
Her love for him was different.
It wasn't just some dumb teenage crush – it was real love.
She didn't know why, but she felt that she had always loved him. From the beginning and until the end too.
But did he love her too?
A/N: There! Please please review! Also, as always, thanks to my annoying, but still brilliant-as-ever- editor, ronaldo9! PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks!
Bittersweet Love
XOXO