There's lots of make-up on her face
To cover up an empty space
But there's a lot behind those big brown (blue) eyes
She just don't realize
Get up out the dark
Open up your eyes
You'll discover there's a world outside
To fix a broken heart
You have to try
- Beautiful Life - Union J
Draco's perspective
Hermione. She was the one thing on my mind when I was kissing Pansy. The one thing on my mind when I was awake and the last thing I thought about before I went to sleep. How had I let her see me making out with a girl I loathed to hell and back. Every time her lips met mine, all I thought of was how foreign they felt, the way she almost choked me with her abnormally long tongue and how much I wished she was Hermione. Looking back on my kisses with Pansy, I did not initiate a single one. It was entirely her. She seemed to be the perfect answer to losing Hermione to Weasley. I thought she felt happy with me, I thought - wished, that one day she would develop feelings for me. But she would never. Why would she love me, when she could have had someone like Weasley. Someone she actually cared about.
I got out of bed on a horrible Sunday morning, and my thoughts were scattered over the place. Hermione Granger. Hermione. Gryffindor, muggleborn Hermione Granger. How was I going to win her back? I saw Blaise walking around in his green with embroidered silver swirled (house pride to the next level) boxers singing a dramatic breakup song, that I recognised from Hermione's muggle I Pod. I will always love you by Whitney Houston. Thanks, mate, thanks. For making me feel even crappier. I scowled at my best friend, earning a cheery wave.
"What?" I asked, not anticipating how bratty my voice came out
"Nooooothing," he said, elongating the world, whilst folding his socks innocently.
"What, Blaise you pompous fucking windbag, what the fuck is it?" I said, my temper increasing.
"Oh naaaaasty temper 'e's got this Malfoy eh?" he droned in a northern English grand-motherly voice, nudging Theodore Nott who snorted.
"Blaise, seriously," I said, my acting skills finally coming through.
"OK, bud, don't get your spiky little hairs in a braid," he said, his voice still unnaturally chirpy. I raised an eyebrow at the pathetic excuse I had for a best friend. I still loved him. But damn he was a pain in my rear end.
"I went out with Hermione and Clarice yesterday," he said, in a would be casual voice if he didn't know how I was feeling. I had a strong inkling he knew though
"So?" I said, trying to act offhand.
"Hermione misses you," he said, becoming serious "She dated Weaslebee because she thought that you were messing with her. And she knew that Potter would never let her be with you,"
I smiled, before returning to the pile of clothes that I was folding up. Suddenly, I felt a presence next to me and Blaise's hand on my arm.
"Get her back," he muttered, looking at me just like he had in first year when I told him about my dad. Just like he did the year after when I vented to him about exam stress. Just like when he made me realise that there was more to life than hatred. I felt a wave of nostalgia pass over me as I recognised the expression. How I had seen it on his chubbier, more innocent face back then and watch him mature into a person that had helped me through everything. And it made me sad to think about how much times had changed since we were eleven year olds having arm wrestles in the great hall and the only thing thatt bothered us was about who's voice broke first (incidentally, it wasn't me *sad face*)
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Close Enemies || A Dramione Love Story
Fiksi Penggemar"Kiss me Draco Malfoy," the words came out of my mouth before I even considered anything. But it was what I wanted. What I had always wanted. To be loved by someone who loved me. And it was him. With that, he crashed his soft lips into mine, letting...
