Perfect?

Perfect?

Draco Malfoy made his way past the other tables to the Gryffindor table. Gliding behind Hermione, he spat at her. "Dirty little mudblood scum..." he whispered in her ear, disgust filling his handsome face. Draco had changed a lot over the summer. He was much taller and very well built. His pale blond hair had become very shiny and he no longer slicked it back with gel. His eyes were a grayish blue that glowed mysteriously.

Normally, Hermione would have ignored his vulgar remarks and gone on with what she was doing. But somehow, it hurt her more that day. She had changed very much over the years. Now, in her 7th year, she had grown into a beautiful woman. Her teeth were much smaller and she had her hair straightened. She had fully developed and was wanted by almost every guy in Hogwarts. She had many friends who cared about her deeply. She seemed perfect. And she was...except for one teensy problem. Even though her looks had changed drastically and it was Christmas Eve, Draco still hated her. Why did he hate her so much? What was she doing wrong? Her eyes filled with tears and she choked back a sob. She pushed back her chair and ran out of the Great Hall. Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Malfoy! What have you done you bloody prat?" Ron yelled.

"Nothing that'd interest you, Weasel. Hmm...looks like the little Mudblood ran off. Pity, really. I was going to ask her if she had ever thought of--" he was cut off by Ron. He stood up and brushed back his robes and glared at Ron.

"Lemme at him Harry!" he exclaimed angrily.

"Ron, go find Hermione. I'll deal with Malfoy..." Harry said.

"No need to Potter. I'll go find her," Draco said with a smirk.

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No one could find Hermione. It was getting late...almost 12. Draco himself began to worry. Oh shit! What if she's dead? he thought. He went back to the Slytherin common room and hurried to his room. He grabbed his pocket knife and set off to find Hermione. "GRANGER? YOU DOWN THERE?" He yelled towards the dungeons.

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU BIG PRAT!" came her response. Sighing, he followed her voice. He found her in a secret room that he thought only he knew about. He entered quietly and quickly murmured a spell that would prevent her from leaving.

"Granger..." he said. She gasped and turned around.

"Malfoy! I told you to leave me alone," she said.

"Never mind that...I need to talk to you," he told her.

"Why should I listen to you Malfoy?"

"Trust me Granger. It'll be something that you like."

"Fine. But hurry."

"Question 1: Do you hate me?"

"No duh!"

"Question 2: Would you like to see me die?"

"Yes! More than anything in the whole world!"

"Question 3: What time is it?"

"What?"

"Just answer it."

"11:57."

"We have 3 more minutes to talk. Hermione--"

"You said my name!"

"Yeah I know...Hermione. I love you."

"WHAT?"

"I...LOVE...YOU...and that is why I must do this."

"D-do w-w-what?" she whispered. This was all too much. Draco loved her?

"I am going to make your dreams come true," he pulled out his pocket knife. "Think of this as your Christmas present. Now see this? This is how I am going to make your dreams come true." He took the knife and slit his wrist. Bright red blood seeped out of his pale skin. Hermione gasped. He didn't seem scared. In fact...he looked relieved. She took deep shuddering breaths.

"W-what are you d-doing D-draco?"

"Why do you look so shocked? I am only fufilling your wish." he said, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

"You wished me dead. Isn't this what you want?"

"W-well--"

"And you, my dear, have the pleasure of watching Draco Lucius Malfoy die."

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A/N: So? What do you think? Should I continue? R&R please!