Flowers In Her Hair

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"Bloody hell," Draco muttered under his breath as he hurried down to breakfast the day before classes started. "I can't believe I overslept. I never oversleep." He had been dreaming about a certain brown-haired angel. He had been dreaming of her for three months now, ever since the fateful day of his father's arrest. He hoped to at least catch a glimpse of her, the girl with the auburn hair. He walked into the Great Hall and saw her talking with her two best friends. There she was. She was beautiful. "Even her name is beautiful," Draco thought. He whispered her name under his breath. "Hermione Granger."

He realized why he hated Ron and Harry so much. He was jealous of their relationships with Hermione. He wanted Hermione, and felt that Ron and Harry were the only things in his way. He wanted her so much he could taste it. He longed to feel her touch, to feel her lips on his, but he was sure that she would never fall for him, for he had made her life a living hell for the past five years. The thought sobered him, and he became determined to make it up to her. He would prove his love for her, no matter what it took. He just hoped it wasn't too late.

Draco saw Hermione look in his direction and then saw Harry and Ron turn and look to see what Hermione was looking at. He figured she must've not been looking at him, for Ron and Harry shrugged and turned back around. Then he noticed Hermione look in his direction again. This time they locked eyes. he broke into a smile. The woman he loved was looking at him. He decided that he would apologize that night. He rushed out of the Great Hall towards the Slytherin common room so that he could write her a note telling her to meet him. He ran into the common room and began searching for a quill and parchment. He decided that it would be best not to just dump the news on her at once, and that it would be best if he played it as a secret admirer. He didn't want Hermione to not show up, which he thought she probably wouldn't if she knew who it was. Draco thought for a minute about what he was going to write. No one knew it, but he was an accomplished poet. He kept a leather-bound journal of his poems. He started thinking about how beautiful Hermione was, and all of her features that he loved. He wrote:

"Eyes of dark chocolate,

Hair of coffee,

Skin of soft satin.

Cupid's arrow has pierced my heart,

Breaking its cold, stony barrier,

allowing my love of you to radiate out.

Meet me in the Room of Requirement at eleven o'clock.

Love always..."

He left the note unsigned and put it into an envelope. He ran to the owlery and gave it to his beautiful gray owl to deliver to her. He then ran down to the greenhouse for Herbolgy with the Hufflepuffs.

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