Hello, my name is Hermione Granger and I'm seventeen and in my final year at
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My parents are muggle dentists and my
best friends are Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. I've know them ever since I came here and
our friendship began we they saved me from a fully grown mountain troll. But that's not
what I'm here to tell you about. I'm here to tell you about him. I met him on the train on
the day we were going to Hogwarts. He was beautiful, if you could describe a guy like
that. He came up to me and asked if I knew when the trolley would come by. I told him I
wasn't sure and he said that's ok. He walked away ever so slowly and I just stood there
looking at the back of his head. At just the last second I yelled "Wait!" he turned on his
heel and looked at me, smiling. I couldn't think of what to say, so I just mumbled never
mind. He came back to me and looked me in the eye. He said it couldn't have been
nothing if I had yelled the way I did. I just blushed, how stupid of me. I asked his name
and Draco Malfoy was his reply. I told him I was Hermione Granger and he told me the
name was lovely. All I said was thank you and he seemed to know it was the right time
for him to take his leave and so he did. My first little crush was born. And I thought of
him every once in a while. For about a month he seemed like nobody to me but a crush. I
would remember what he had said to me and smile. But then when I met my friends I
started to hate him. I would think ill of him and in our second year, when he found I was
a muggle born he called me mudblood. It broke my heart that someone who was once so
sweet could be so cruel. In some crazy mixed up way my feelings for him grew that day.
It was unexplainable. I just felt so much more drawn to him. He kept up his teasing and
taunting, but I didn't care. I really liked him, and when I had decided to speak to him
again, I found he had a girlfriend. I hated her, the pug faced Pansy Parkinson. I felt a
sting of pain at this, but I ignored it. The one mistake I shouldn't have made. In fourth
year I had many, many classes with Pansy and she would tease me and talk of him
lovingly. It annoyed me a little too much when she did this and my heart would ache as
well. One night I was out and about and I heard someone crying. I walked over to the
noise and saw him, standing there, tears streaming down his pale cheeks. I felt a great
pain at the sight and had to look away almost immediately. I ran back to the dorm and
hurled myself on a bed. I cried and my crush grew much, much bigger. I thought about
him constantly and now I dreamt of him as well. Would it ever end? As the rest of my
years went by my studies got worse as he interrupted my thoughts all the time. He crept
into my dreams and haunted me wherever I would go. I would sit in my dorm for hours
thinking of him and crying. Nothing could comfort me; no one seemed to be able to help
me. So now here I am today the same as always. I still cry, I still dream of him and it's
hard to stop thinking of him. It hurts when I see him with her, it hurts when I see him just
standing around doing nothing, it hurts when I think of him. But with all the pain comes
an understanding of a word people who are married often use. Love. Lots of people think
love is all hunky-dory and lovee dovey and wonderful. I used to think that too, but now I
understand that it can hurt to. It scrapes away your heart bit by bit and never leaves you
alone. I'll learn to live with my pain and mask it away. I now understand that I will never
have him and I'm ok with that. Through the all the tears, I'll love him for always and
forever.
Hey! I have writers block on Harry Potter and the lost Prophecy and suggestions would be nice. I hope you like the oneshot I created out of another story i made. Tell me how it was by reviewing. Bye!