A/N So here's the 100 words to 10 (: I'm now working on 1000 words to 100, with the same story but again, with more detail. :P You know how it ends, but hey, who doesn't like reading details on Dramione romances?;D

100. Hermione Granger. Since the first day of school she had been inseparable from that Potter and Weasley. That made her part of the enemy as well. I could eventually look passed that, and like her for her. Then one day I found out she was a mud-blood, and sadly, that just made it worse. But despite all of that, I did not truly hate her like I said so many times. I wanted to get to know her. Know more about her than just things I heard. She interested me with her stubbornness, her smarts, her looks, and simply everything.

90. One day I saw her sitting alone reading, perfect. "Hey Granger!"

"What is it Malfoy? I'm not in the mood for your dim-witted comments." She slammed her book shut and glared at me.

"What? I can't come over to say hi? You should really learn some manners, like your superiors" I gloated. We bullied each other whenever we made contact. I always looked forward to it, I lived for it. I never knew why I liked to pick on her so much, but that day everything changed.

80. She practically jumped up from the bench and made her way towards me. I stood still. With each step she took, I could feel the tension growing. I looked around to see if anyone was there, but saw nobody. She stopped less than a foot away from me; I could almost feel her presence. We did nothing but stand there, glaring at one another. I couldn't place the feeling I had, but all I knew was that I wanted her.

70. Before I knew it, we kissed. It wasn't out of love, at least that time. Maybe it was out of hate, lust, or something else. After that, there was still tension, but we couldn't resist each other. We kept our weird, twisted relationship a secret. All I knew was that I needed her. It started out slow and awkward but after awhile she started to open up, trust me more.

60. I liked her. Not because of things I noticed or heard, but for who she was. I liked what we had. It was like an obsession. We knew this wouldn't work, but no matter how hard we tried to stay away, we always came back. Once I realized I couldn't stay away, that was when I realized I loved her.

50. You can keep a relationship a secret for only so long. Eventually people found out and with who I am, and who she is, they wanted 'us' to end. Every time I found her, she was surrounded by people discouraging her from being with me. I thought she wouldn't listen.

40. But I was way wrong. One day she said we were over. I knew it was because of them. I thought she would come back, like she always did. We had gone through this before, but this time was different.

30. She didn't come back. She had left me alone. I knew I would never find anyone like her. I knew I wouldn't love anyone as much as I loved her.

20. Months passed and I missed her, more than anything. I knew she felt the same way, but she never returned.

10. I never found anyone like her. I was alone forever.