DRACO POV
I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, was alone. I was slumped on my bathroom floor thinking about something important. I had recently moved to a small flat in London to get away from my family.
I know if I had deep secrets, they would somehow become exposed. So me being a death eater didn't help the cause. I was a convicted criminal. I was a runaway. I was twenty years old and turned fearful every time I stepped out of my charm protected apartment.
There was a girl, a girl that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her out of my head. Her name still haunts my thoughts. I don't know if she is dead or not. I don't know if she survived the war. I don't know if she has a boyfriend. I remember her name from my horrible childhood.
Hermione Granger.
After Voldemort was defeated, my family ran. We left everything we had and fled to Malfoy Manor. Granger could be dead. She could be alive. She could have a boyfriend or even married. She could be at Hogwarts or even with that Weasel.
But in my moment, I was on my bathroom floor, trying to figure out how to find her, alive or dead. I loved her and I don't know if I ever will get the chance to tell her. But I left her a sign. And I know she will figure it out. After all, she is the smartest witch of our age.
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