The Truth About Malfoy

Draco + Hermione

The seventh years were to write a free essay for their mandatory class, Creative Writing under Professor Jane Michaels. They were given a different quill and ink which they were using during the examination. What they didn't know was it was an enchanted object. They wouldn't be able to erase words they've written. Even transfiguring the essay wouldn't work. Smart teacher, aye?

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Final Examinations for Creative Writing (Mandatory)

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Name: Draco Malfoy
House: Slytherin
Head of House: Professor Severus Snape
Year: 7

As you very well know, I will write about something, or someone rather, I know too well.

Myself. My awesome self.

I am Draco Malfoy, worshiped by all. The only son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. And Wealthy, if you ask, is my middle name. I am obviously handsome with untamed platinum blond hair. I also am the Head Boy, alongside a student I'd rather not name who's Head Girl. Since I started at Hogwarts, I was already crowned as the "Prince of Slytherin". I mean, why would I not be? I have girls crowding over me every time. And whenever I smirk, they just couldn't get enough. I am the heir to my family's business. Particularly Malfoy Holdings, Malfoy Industries and this land-developing thing I don't give a damn thing about.

I've been studying in this school for nearly seven years and this is my final year. I've been waiting nearly my entire life to get out of this hellhole. But then, what good would Hogwarts be without me? Without my dashing, irresistible self, Hogwarts would be nowhere. Also, I'm in the same batch with the, what do they call it? Ah, yes. The Golden Trio. They're that Potter-kid, the Weaselhead and that Mudblood.

That Harry Potter. The bane of my existence. I just don't get why he has tons of adoring fans. Compared to me, he's bloody hideous. And that best friend of his, that Weaselhead, it's very clear he fancies Granger.

I'm a straight-A student but just second to a bushy-haired Mudblood, Hermione Granger.

So this is where it ends. Me reiterating who I was. Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin. The smartest boy in our batch. The most flawless being in this entire school. And the boy who harbors a deep secret.

Score:
Remarks:

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Draco passed his paper to Professor Michaels in a rush and left the classroom immediately leaving the young professor dumbfounded.

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Professor Michaels decided to check Draco's paper last. When she held the paper, she felt wrong. There was this long blank space before his final paragraph. So, she started to mutter spells. It turned out Draco tried concealing his answers. He transfigured his test. The paragraphs Draco tried to hide were indeed long ones and the professor proceeded to read them:

As you very well know, I will write about something, or someone rather, I know too well.

Myself. My awesome self.

I am Draco Malfoy, worshiped by all. The only son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. And Wealthy, if you ask, is my middle name. I am obviously handsome with untamed platinum blond hair. I also am the Head Boy, alongside a student I'd rather not name who's Head Girl. Since I started at Hogwarts, I was already crowned as the "Prince of Slytherin". I mean, why would I not be? I have girls crowding over me every time. And whenever I smirk, they just couldn't get enough. I am the heir to my family's business. Particularly Malfoy Holdings, Malfoy Industries and this land-developing thing I don't give a damn thing about.

I've been studying in this school for nearly seven years and this is my final year. I've been waiting nearly my entire life to get out of this hellhole. But then, what good would Hogwarts be without me? Without my dashing, irresistible self, Hogwarts would be nowhere. Also, I'm in the same batch with the, what do they call it? Ah, yes. The Golden Trio. They're that Potter-kid, the Weaselhead and that Mudblood.

That Harry Potter. The bane of my existence. I just don't get why he has tons of adoring fans. Compared to me, he's bloody hideous. And that best friend of his, that Weaselhead, it's very clear he fancies Granger.

I'm a straight-A student but just second to a bushy-haired Mudblood, Hermione Granger.

Hermione Granger. That Mudblood. She had this very annoying bushy hair and buck front teeth that I used to tease her with. But then, over the years, she had grown from a know-it-all freak to a really beautiful young girl. Her wild curls became tamed and her teeth weren't so big anymore. And she began to dress like a real girl. During Hogsmeade weekends, you would see her wearing a flattering dress, or just jeans that would flaunt her figure. She was adorable.

And I fell in love. Since third year when she punched me hard in the nose. Maybe it was my wake-up call. That I should see Granger, actually see Granger, as who she really was.

I didn't plan it. If father would know about this, he would think I was a disgrace to the Pureblood community. He would disinherit me. But I found myself not caring whatever he would do.

Then, seventh year came. We were both surprised to be Head Boy and Girl. She practically shoved me out of the Heads compartment. Luckily, Professor Snape made it clear to her that I was Head Boy. The look on her face was indescribable. She then kept muttering to herself how Dumbledore could've chosen me as Head Boy saying I was evil and irresponsible. I remember smirking towards her, resulting to a hex that broke my left arm.

Traditionally as Heads, we were expected to stay in one big room, more like the House rooms. But for the heads, two separate rooms, an adjoining bath room and one huge common room with a blazing fireplace.

Weeks and months passed, Granger and I had become friends. And she eventually fell for me. We would cuddle, and be sweet to each other. Not caring for the fact that we were from rival Houses, Gryffindor and Slytherin. I would kiss her and she would kiss me back. I would give her pecks in public, uncaring whether someone would see us. She would immediately blush and reprimand me under her breath. But who said I was the type to listen? We would go out together. Take strolls around the castle. We would sit together during class. I would say those were the happiest days of my life. And I fell in love harder.

Ironic, isn't it? That a Malfoy would know what love was. But as odd as it may sound, it was TRUE. I knew what it was and I loved that Gryffindor beauty so much.

But as the saying goes, good things really do come to an end. Hermione just left me. She broke up with me under the pouring rain saying she didn't love me anymore. I just couldn't believe her. And I still don't.

I tried moving on. Making her feel I don't care about her anymore. Back to the routine we had when we were younger. Countless banters and arguments, ending with hexes fired at each other. Mockery and insults were being said; I would call her Mudblood and she would insult me more. I still acted like I couldn't care less. That she meant nothing to me. In truth, I want her back. I want her to take me back. Or, I want to take her back. If you would look straight to my eyes, you would know how I really felt. Crushed. Betrayed. And broken beyond repair. Only Hermione could fix me.

So this is where it ends. Me reiterating who I was. Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin. The smartest boy in our batch. The most flawless being in this entire school. And the boy who harbors a deep secret.

Score: Outstanding

Remarks: I've read everything you wrote, Draco. Even the ones you've tried to transfigure. I gave every one a quill with enchantments. This quill is like a Permanent Sticking charm in a way. Everything you write using the quill I gave you would be permanent and could never be transfigured. As for Hermione, you should take her back. If you really love her, as you wrote in your essay, you would take her back. I'm very certain she still loves you, too.

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Disclaimer:
1. The characters are from Harry Potter (Draco, Hermione, Ron and Harry) and they are owned by J.K. Rowling. If I did, Dramione would be all over <3
2. Hogwarts is, again, owned by J.K. Rowling