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Hmm... Well, I'm editing this and reposting... and... Honestly, I'm just gonna do my best in turning this into present tense.
On this dark, dark night at Hogwarts, anyone who wanders into the library will find a certain Draco Malfoy moping with a piece of parchment before him. One might wonder what happens to be on the piece of parchment. Let's take a look, shall we?
10 Reasons why Draco Malfoy can't have Hermione Granger
By: Who other than Draco Malfoy? (italics are his 'inner voices' while writing)
1. She's a mudblood.
You don't really think about that, do you, Draco?
No... but, still. What would Father say if he found out?
He won't. He's in Azkaban, remember, you dope?
What about mother?
She changed. She doesn't care about blood purity now. And neither do you.
Right. But she'll never believe me.
What if she does?
Then I'll actually smile.
Great. That'll really knock her out. MALFOYS NEVER SMILE!
Well, I do. Sometimes.
Yeah, yeah. So, you do smile. Remember the first time? Blaise was out for a day.
Not my fault he always gets over surprised.
Whatever. Continuing the list...
2. She hangs out with Potty and Weasel.
That's not a problem.
Yes it is. They'll kill me if I even touch "their 'Mione!"
So?
I'm not a bloody Gryffindor! I'm not that brave!
Yes, you are.
No! I don't know that many defense spells!
You won't need them.
Yes, I will. I'll be dead before I even know it.
Then get rid of them!
How?
Ask Blaise.
He can't know!
He already does. You told him.
I don't remember that...
...Right. That's nice.
3. Her hair is too bushy.
No, it's not!
Yes, it is.
It's not bushy anymore.
Ok, I still consider it bushy!
No, in fact, its soft curls now.
Yeah... that reflects the sunlight every time it hits her hair, and it's got those beautiful highlights, embedded into her amber hair that flows down her back like a waterfall... And it bounces every time she moves in that cute little fashion of hers... With its sleek, glossy look, smelling like strawberries, it's WAY better than Pansy's mouse burrow of... at least I think it's hair. And then Hermione's hair is too beautiful even when it's not...
DRACO? DRACO?! SNAP OUT OF IT, MATE!
Right.
4. Her eyes are the color of mud.
Really?
Yes.
I don't think so.
Yeah, well, I do. And aren't you supposed to be on my side?
No...
Fine. But they're just brown. The color of mud. Boring mud.
Well, I think they're a beautiful chocolate brown...
If you say so.
They're also big, and brown.
That's interesting.
Like a doe's...
Kind of...
With amber flecks in it...
And you can just tell her emotions by them...
And when she's angry, they have fire in them.
When she's happy, or loving, they melt and you can lose yourself in their depths
(Both) *Sigh*
5. Her lips are too... ugh.
I think they're soft.
Do you hate me?
No, just your thoughts.
You're in my thoughts.
But I'm not your thoughts, am I?
Yes, you are.
Does it look like I care?
...Maybe.
I think her lips are soft and rosy.
...
They're also plump and pretty.
...
And they pout in the cutest way.
...
Are you there?
...
TALK!
Yes, I'm here. And, by the way, I agree that they're soft.
And rosy?
And rosy.
And...?
What?
Nothing.
6. She's a buck-toothed beaver.
Wow...
What?
Her teeth are straight.
Really?
Yes... ever since that spell in fourth year...
Oh.
Mhmm.
7. She's a bookworm.
So are you.
I don't read as much as her!
But she is smarter.
She's a suck up!
And you're not?
MALFOYS NEVER SUCK UP TO PEOPLE. ESPECIALLY NOT PROFESSORS.
Fine, fine. Ok. Go with that. Whatever you say.
Humph.
8. She's a prudish prude.
I bet she's not.
Yes, she is. Everyone knows.
Yeah. That you're jealous.
What?! No, I'm not.
Really? Well, I heard that she got Krum in bed.
WHAT?! NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO TOUCH MY HERMIONE BUT ME!
Jealous...
Ok, maybe a little.
And she can be a prude if you can be the famous Slytherin Sex God, playboy, whatever.
Well, I do have to keep up my reputation...
9. She hates me.
No, ever since you two started living together, she's been nicer.
She acts like she hates me.
Only around her friends.
Wow, you really do hate me, right?
No, I'm just the better of the two inner voices.
Yeah, well I don't agree.
She has been nicer.
Ok... just a little, though.
10. I hate her.
No, you just act like it.
Same thing.
NOT!
What?
It's not the same. You don't really hate her.
How would you know?
...And you're the second top student in the school? I don't believe it.
Huh?
Wow... I. AM. YOUR. THOUGHTS.
Ohh... right.
*facepalm* I still can't believe you're the second top in the school.
HEY! I have feelings, you know!
You sure don't act like it.
Grr...
At long last, Draco's list is finished. Now, with nothing else to do, he decides to leave the room. He stands up, pushing his chair back, and immediately falls back down again. His legs have fallen asleep. Waiting a little, Draco tries again. He succeeds and walks out of the library. But just one thing he forgot- the list.
One other thing remains in that library that isn't a book- Hermione.
Yes, Hermione had been watching Draco the whole time, and as soon as he disappears, she heads over to his table and picks up the paper. Who could blame her? She's a curious girl.
Hermione finishes reading the contents of the paper and promptly drops it on the table, starting to follow Draco with a run.
Draco walks down the corridor, a heavy weight pressing down on his heart. His inner monologue may be hyper, but it's really only entertainment. After all, what's the point of yearning for what he knows he'll never have?
Well, at least that's what he thinks.
Suddenly Draco feels a weight on his arm, and he spins around to find a girl embracing him tightly. He marvels at the warmth of a hug. He's never had one before. Draco awkwardly wraps his arms around the girl clinging onto him, surprisingly not minding the closeness.
"Draco," the girl murmurs. Draco tenses. He recognizes that voice.
"G-Granger?" He asks. He doesn't believe that it's her.
"I read your list," Hermione continues, voice muffled by Draco's robes. She doesn't bother to lift herself from his warmth.
Draco gulps, fearing the worst.
Hermione chuckles lightly. "I honestly don't agree with any of it," she shakes her head. "Especially the part when you say that I hate you."
The man in her arms sighs in relief. "Well, that's good."
"And I honestly hope that you don't actually hate me..."
Draco hears the worry in her voice. "Well, not anymore."
Hermione hums. "That's fantastic," she lifts her head up to look at Draco and smiles. Draco can only stare in awe. She buries her head back into Draco's chest, and all he can think about is how is luck has turned.
Oh, and wait until father hears about this.
Well... I've changed it... it's now no longer a mushy kissy ending, but a hug/love confession thing.
Also... How was my attempt as present tense? Any advice?