I know, I know... Here I am with yet another crazy idea of a story. I promise, I'm writing the others. But I wanted to at least get the first couple chapteras of this up.
Hope you enjoy.
"Granger." He nearly spat my name.
It killed me inside every time he did this, but I'd never let it show.
Not even Harry or Ron knew my true feelings for Draco Malfoy. The boy who tormented me. No one did, but me.
"Yes, Malfoy?" I said, keeping my voice calm.
"Move." He said, standing directly in front of me, blocking my path. Ron looked as if he were about to punch Draco.
"No." I said firmly. Draco smirked.
I couldn't help but smirk. I loved her courage. Her spirit. Her everything. I was in love with the mud blood before me.
I hated the way I said her name. It always sounded so cold and venomous. And the way she said my name in return, killed me a little more each time. I wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in my arms and whisper her name. Hermione, not Granger. What a beautiful name.
I laughed and pushed past her, my heart squeezing painfully in my chest as he did so.
I stood there after he pushed me. Harry had grabbed me just before I hit the ground and was staring down at me with concern. I righted myself and began walking down the hallway.
I muttered a thank you to Harry as he as Ron fell into step next to me.
"Nice one Draco." Said Crabbe from beside me. He held up his hand for me to high five, but I continued to walk, feeling awful. I decided I would write her a letter later. I was sick of this.
I arrived in my dorm when it was nearly time for bed. There was studying I had planned on doing but was too distracted by a certain blond at the moment. I neared my bed and saw a piece of paper laying on my pillow. I picked it up and unfolded it. I began to read and my fingers began to tremble as I did so. This was some kind of sick joke, it had to be.
I was vaguely aware of the letter falling from her hand. I hardly noticed it flutter to the ground. I didn't quite realize I was sitting on my bed, hands shaking. I hated people. I hated their sick, cruel sense of humor. I wanted to cry.
Whoever did this, would be sorry. Writing me a letter as if it were Draco. As if Draco would ever write to me. Or, maybe, it was him. Maybe this was his sick sense of humor and he wanted to hurt me even more.
I hoped that Hermione had received the letter. If she did, I hoped that she believed it and that she would show up. If not, I would give up... For now. The letter had been simple.
All it read was:
I want to talk to you. I need to set things right. I hate how this whole thing between us works and I want to put an end to it. Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at midnight tonight.
Short, sweet, and to the point. I just hoped she would come.
I was angry. I was scared. If this was a joke, I would suffer. If it weren't, everything would change... I had made up my mind. What was the worst that could happen? I was put in Gryffindor, after all.
Okay, first off, I know it was short, but I'm just setting up the story. I promise, from here, they'll be longer.
Please let me know what you think. Because it's a new story I am dying for feedback. It makes things so much easier when I know what you guys like and dislike. It helps me get going and keeps me motivated. Thank you all for reading.
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