year seven-Draco

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I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

That is the only thing I think when Hermione saves my life. I nearly died just now. Hogwarts is fighting the Dark Lord. Sometimes I feel that everything is my fault and that I tend to make bad decisions.

I have stopped hating Potter and Weasley just a minute ago. I dislike them, but at least I have a sliver of respect for them now. Them and Hermione saved my life. I would be dead right now, burning to death, in the Room of Requirement, which is now on fire. Who knows if it will ever work again.

I stood up and literally kissed Hermione. She kissed my back. It was a long kiss. And I decided to stop being jealous. Looking back, I think I went a bit soft. Father was always encouraging me to be like him. The opposite of kind and soft. Oh well. I never really wanted to be like Father. I always thought of him as a little bossy and controlling. And mean. And cruel. So Hermione and I are friends again. And, just maybe, a little more than friends.

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