Random Harry Potter One shots

Not Knowing (Dramione)

Tears continued to roll down Draco's cheeks as he squeezed the fragile, petrified girl's hand beneath him for what he reckoned was the last time.

Draco hated crying, he hated himself.

He was ignorant, he was prejudiced, he was evil.

He was awful.

And here he was grasping the hand of a Mudblood.

Draco didn't understand why either. Why should he care? He hates Mudbloods, right? If given the chance, he'd kill one straight away?

Draco had hoped the monster would get rid of the Mudbloods in Hogwarts, he'd openly expressed so as well. So what was he doing crying over one of them?

He dropped her hand as if the frozen girl had burned him.

Wiping his tear stained cheeks vigorously, he whispered to her, hoping she wouldn't remember him visiting her every day since her petrification.

"I'm truly sorry, Granger."

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The very next day as she woke up from her petrified state, Hermione Granger smiled as she reminisced the feeling of her hand wrapped in the warmth of Draco Malfoy's, the famed muggle born hater.

The tears he shed in her frozen presence.

The words he spoke softly to her after each visit.

And she kept them in her heart every time he insulted her with the foul word 'Mudblood'.