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DRACOWISHESHENEVERMETSOWONWANG, its all her fault that he's feeling this type of way. He just wants to go up to her and full out tell her what's been happening to him, that he's a Death-Eater and has to kill Dumbledore. But Draco knew she wouldn't like him after he told her those things and probably would go tell Harry.
At this point, Draco wants to hate Sowon. He hates knowing he'll never be able to be with her happily. With the war coming up, he has to keep his distance to keep her safe, but she's making that very hard to do. Last year, Draco thinks was the best year of his whole time at Hogwarts or even life thanks to her, but now he regrets it.
He wishes he never met her because after meeting her and becoming friends (and hoping to become more than friends) he cannot seem to let her go. She's in his mind twenty-four-seven. Her smile keeps going around in his mind in a loop. Walking through the corridors, Draco feels a presence behind him, he turns his head to the side to get a quick few of the person, there stood Sowon.
He hoped that after yelling at her she would stay away but here she was. Ignoring her he walks away around the corner and into the room of requirements, where Sowon stands still when she hits the corner to see no sight of Draco. Suddenly she remembers this is where the room of requirements usually sits.
During breakfast the next day, Sowon sits down next to Hermione, when Ron enters the Great Hall, eyes lowered, knuckles taped for Quidditch, flexing his fingers anxiously as he makes his way to the Gryffindors table. Ron frowns, dropping down next to Harry with Hermione and Sowon in front of him.
"So. How was it?" Ron asks the three.
Hermione continues to read the Prophet, unaware of Ron's mood, "How was what?"
"Your dinner party?" Ron asks, with a mock.
Hermione rolls her eyes, "Dead boring. Though I think Harry liked desert."
Sowon snorts, wiggling her eyebrows at her friend, with a smirk. Harry eyes shift from Sowon and finds Hermione smiling faintly from behind the Prophet. Hermione pulls her head up from the paper, "Ol' Sluggy's having a Christmas party, do you know. And we're meant to bring someone..."
"I expect you'll be going with McLaggen. Isn't he a member of the Slug Club?" Ron comments.
"Actually I was going to ask you."
"Really?" Ron asks, in disbelief. Sowon looks between the two to find them staring at each other, she huffs before leaning and watch the two. Hermione puts the paper on the table, "Really. But seeing as you have such a distaste for the idea-"
