Confessions of a Granger

I have a confession to make. I don't love Ron. I never have. At least not like that.

He and Harry are like my brothers. When Ron was with Lavender, I wasn't jealous. Okay, I might have been. Fine, I admit i was a little jealous, but not for the reason you think.

He was ignoring us. And she hated me and she "loved" him, and he completely forgot that Harry and I existed, that's why I was mad. But he misinterpreted it, and now, he thinks I love him like that, and I know he loves me. But I don't love him like that. And then he kissed me. And I couldn't push him away, because everybody expected us to be together. So I played along. And everything just got strung along from there. Do you know what that's like, living a complete, utter lie?!

My heart belongs to somebody else. I shouldn't have these feelings for him, but I do. And I can't control them. I've felt this way about him from the first minute I saw him. I can't help it.

From that first moment, first year, on the train. He bumped into me, and was about to yell, then he looked at me, smiled the sweetest, kindest smile, held out his hand and introduced himself. We talked for a while, and then he asked me who my parents were. I simply stated that they were muggles and spat at me. "Mudblood." Then he walked away. Later on, I learned what that was.

Second year, he was just horrible. Until I became petrified. I don't remember much about that, but I remember him coming into the infirmary when no one was around. He sat beside me, and gently touched my hand. He brushed my hair out of my face, and looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm sorry it was you, Granger." He kissed my forehead and left. He was sweet to me after I got out of the infirmary, and I appreciated it.

Third year, he wasnt as bad. I mean he was so horrible, wanting to kill Buckbeak, and when I punched him, I'm fairly sure it was purely sexual frustration.

Fourth year, he was so horrible to Harry, when he got entered in the tournament. I wanted to hit him again. Of course, I would've enjoyed it, so there wouldn't be any reason for it.

Fifth year, he ratted us out to Umbridge, but I didn't mind. I was too busy enjoying being captured by him.

And then, sixth year, when Harry was so convinced that he was a death eater, and I refused to believe it. He couldn't have been one. I fought for him. I was lucky nobody asked why. That was when I realized I loved him.

Then last year, when we were on the run, and in the Malfoy manor, when he came in to see his Aunt torturing me, he tried to help me. A part of me was ecstatic. The other part felt betrayed. He could've done something. Anything. I will forever have that scar now. And now, this year, we're going back to Hogwarts. To properly finish our schooling.

And I'll see him again. I'm excited, but I know he doesn't feel the same. He never will. No matter how much I pray he won't ever love me like I love him.

Confession number one of a Granger? I'm in love with a Malfoy. More specifically, Draco Malfoy.

A/N: Hey! New Dramione fanfic. *derp noise/face* :) All rights belong to J.K Rowling, I own nothing. Disclaimer.