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I never thought I would be special.
I mean, I knew I was smart. People told me as a child, over and over, that I was smart. I never knew anything different, I never thought my smartness was weird. I just seemed to know the answer everytime the teacher asked for it. I guess when insults happen from other kids when your younger, you can dismiss it. 'Oh she broke my yellow crayon!' or 'He cut in front of me on the swings!' are very good excuses at the time. But as you get older, it's just harder. People start to realize and more and more, and they become meaner. There isn't really any innocence anymore it seems. It seems like we have to put others down now, to get where we want to be. And the others did just that. They made fun of my teeth, they threatened to beat me up, the list could go on. I had thought of bringing ear plugs, just to drown out the noise. But I knew that the insults would be forever in my mind. Until I got a letter from Hogwarts, saying I was a witch!
I was stupid to think for a minute that things would get better.
The names continued until I met Harry and Ron. But even Ron had hurt me, it was hard to overlook that. I only had to watch out for the Slytherins after that.
I remember trying to convince myself that my heart pounding at the sight of him was only because I was so angry at him or that I was afraid he would say something nasty and I would have to pull Harry and Ron off of him. Yet as I would lie in my bed, I knew better. You can't deny what the heart feels, even if you know you shouldn't feel anything for your enemy.
And now he's saved my life. Risked his own so I could live. I touch my lips, he actually kissed me. What I've wanted for so long, and my eyes weren't even open. I wanted to call him back, but I felt so weak, I couldn't even open my mouth. I sighed, and wondered how I was going to explain to the others how Draco saved me. Then a chilling realization hit me, what if the others were dead? I pushed the thought of my head, we must of won, at least I hoped we did. I couldn't ask as I felt my vision become blurry and sleep overcame me.
"I'm sorry Ms. Granger, but he's gone."
Those were the fateful words I had gotten when I tried to find Draco. He had dissapeared sometime between when he had taken me to the Hospital Wing and the next day, they had suspected. I was so puzzled, why kiss me and then dissapear? Sure public opinon of him wasn't that great, but we had won the war. He was safe now so why leave me? It seemed like he had really liked me...
To this day, a year later, I still can't find him. I think maybe I gave up on searching for him half way through it, but my hope still remains, that maybe he'll come back.
I had moved forward with my life, I had less of the blow as I didn't see much of the war. Not to say I didn't grieve from those who had died, and that I don't think of them to this day. I just needed something normal, something I could rely on. I didn't want to go straight into an office job, so I became a writer, witing fictional stories for the Hogwarts age crowd. I wrote the revision of "A Hogwarts, A History". My lastest book became an instant best seller, and I was currently thinking of the plot for the sequel and coming up with nothing. I sighed and entered a favorite coffee shop of mine, hoping some caffine would boast my mind.
I was searching for my wallet, to pay for my coffee when I saw someone else's hand put some money on the counter. I looked up and I almost fainted right there.
I never thought I was special. I never thought I would be special.
At least not enough to have Draco Malfoy come out of his dissapearance to come see me.
Hmm...I might post another chapter. But it might be a bit of time before this happens as I have about 20 other stories. Sorry the update took so long and that it's short
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