~Hermione~
I am so incredibly confused- how does one love a man like Draco? He isn't exactly the best role model for young boys, and he also had a despicable past and family background. How could I- a very responsible young woman who just lost a husband- already be falling in love with another man?
I stare at the photos from their wedding photo shoot, sighing. I would never see Ron again, but somehow most of the grief had relieved itself from my soul. I felt lighter somehow, and I knew the reason why.
I loved Draco Malfoy.
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~Draco~
I groaned, punching the fluff out of my pillow.
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO STUPID" I yelled at myself. She had just lost a husband- only a retard would have made a move on her like that whilst her recovery. Somehow, I was going to have to win her heart- I fancied her a lot. Ever since we were children I had, and I was so upset when she married Ron- I felt like I had to do something... But... I had no idea that I had a kind of power in me- one that did not need a wand to function.
I felt a surge of jealousy so strong, that it's power washed through me and awakened something extremely powerful- almost as powerful as four-eyed Potter was- even that old snipe Dumbledore. I felt as if I was alive... And a mystical smoke shot right out of my soul... And it began to strangle Ron Weasley.
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FanfictionHermione Granger is mourning the death of her beloved, Ron Weasley... then is to be off to continue her life at the Ministry (assuming that Voldemort never existed). Little did she know that someone is watching her, waiting for the right moment to s...
