AND BEFORE I START WRITING I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT HARRY POTTER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME (ALTHOUGH IT WOULD BE AWESOME IF IT DID), IT BELONGS TO J.K ROWLING. AND THE PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME THEY HAVE THEIR OWNERS. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT AND WHAT HAPPENS ON MY STORY.
Hermione's POV I had just gotten on the Hogwarts train when I am tackled by a blur of black hair. Instantly, I recognized the scent of fresh parchment and a bit of pine. It was my best friend Harry Potter. I really missed Harry.
"Hey, Hermione. I missed you so much!" exclaims Harry squeezing me tightly voicing my thoughts. "Hey, Harry. I missed you, too!" I yelled hugging him tighter back. He laughs loudly. I can't help but grin back at the unruly haired boy. I didn't notice someone was with him intil someone cleared their throat. I turn to see no other than Draco Lucius Malfoy.
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(And yes I'm changing POVS alongside with how Draco looks. Anyways, These pictures don't belong to me. Although, it'd be awesome if they did. Now I'm going to shut up and continue with the story.)
Draco Malfoy's POV She looks gorgeous. She is even better looking than Fleur. She is probably muggleborn veela. Wait! It is Hermione Granger! "Um, hi?" I say stupidly. Really, Malfoy? You finally talk to the girl you love and all you can say is hi? Idiot.
I really have to stop arguing with myself. This is isn't healthy. "After all you did you still have the nerve to talk to me! You bloody ferret!" She yells.
You deserve that one. Admit it. I flinch. Harry nods to me to continue. At least someone has hope on you. I really regret everything I've done. She doesn't deserve it. She is brave, gorgeous, strong. The whole opposite of what I am. I'm just that pale coward who hurt a girl because of the stupid idea Purebloods are better. You can say that again.
"Look Ms. Granger, I'm sorry about everything I've done. I really am. I wish I wouldn't have done that but please understand that I was brought up this way. It doesn't matter to you but for me it does. I'm sorry because of how mean I was to you and maybe I should have known better, but I was too busy trying to impress my father that I hurt someone else in the process. I hope you can forgive one day and perhaps we can be frien-" I see her tackle me into a huge hug.
"Of coarse, I forgive you, Draco! I'm sorry too for not understanding. I have also done so many things to you that you don't deserve. I'm sorry for that," she says staring at the floor. Oh, Hermione. If only I could yell, I love you. I'm the stupidest person in the world.
Finally something we agree on. "It's ok." I tell her pulling her even closer. No, she shouldn't be apologizing to me, I should.
