To all the wizards I have loved before

Chapter 7

Hey sorry it's been a while but life is hectic and awful things happen...but anyways I wanted to introduce some conflict into the story when it comes to Hermione and Draco's fake relationship as there is in the original story line so yeah, hope you like it...love you all strange and unusual humans 💞

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Draco couldn't shake the feeling he had done something wrong.

Hermione had not spoken to him in almost a week, people were starting to get suspicious.

But Draco couldn't help but feel wounded on a more personal level at the curly haired witch's deliberate decision to ignore his existence completely.

He was so very afraid to admit it, but Draco was falling for the clever girl.

Of course he had had mild feelings toward her, but who couldn't?

Though Potter and the Weasleys had never seemed to notice her beauty, many of her peers of both genders began to take notice to her newly developed figure.

Hermione Granger was lovely. Her figure was slightly more plump than many of the girls in her year, but she did have a most envied figure.

Her curls, though uncontrollable, added on to her form of beauty. The kind of beauty you admired from a far, the kind of beauty approached with caution for fear of disturbance, the kind of beauty that was one in a million, unique.

Maybe it was her loveliness that drew him in or maybe it was her brilliant mind, that unlike so many other girls, was filled with opinion, common sense, and originality rather than hair accessories, fashion, and blokes she fancied as a third year.

He needed to find the infuriating bird before he pulled his silver blonde locks out.

Reaching his decision, Draco snapped out of his thoughts and proceeded to search the library, Hermione Jean Grangers well known natural habitat.

She, astonishingly, was nowhere to be found in the esteemed library. Draco even amused himself with checking all the nooks and crannies, hidden and exposed, within the depths of the so very protected dwelling place of bookworms.

The only other place he could search for the insufferable know-it-all was Gryffindor tower, a place he would remain unwelcome until the end of his days.

Feeling defeated, Draco sauntered out on to the grounds.

Oblivious to the presence of the witch he was looking for beneath an old Oak tree coming slowly into view of the cunning Slytherin.

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Oh my Lord that was so much shorter than I wanted it to be, I'm so sorry. I wanted to make more chapters with Draco's sort of perspective. I hope you liked it!

Who wants another one with Draco's perspective? Please comment.