This is my first story based on Harry Potter's world, just so you know. This is gonna be a Dramione, few of my friends asked me for one. Oh, and I'm French/German, therefore I apologize for all the misspellings, my lack of vocabulary and all the orthographic faults I'll probably commit.

I can't really give you a summary of this story; I don't even know how it'll end. I actually don't know anything about the story before typing it. I'll try to post as often as possible, but I also have 5 other stories (non HP related)... The "chapters" will always be pretty short, It'll depend on how inspired I am. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy reading Tempting Drake. Thanks for reading it.

- Mione? Is everything okay? You didn't even touch your plate, Potter said, worried.
- I was just thinking that I might have to quit a class if I want to have more time to prepare my NEWT examinations, she lied.

The young man didn't answer, even though he felt like she wasn't telling the entire truth and to avoid any awkwardness he changed subject, bringing the topic back to their schedule. This year the gryffindors had the displeasure to share lots of classes with the slytherins.

Hermione sighted and looked toward the other side of the great hall again. As soon as the blonde rose his eyes toward her and noticed that she was staring at him, she hurried to turn her head not to cross his glance. She pretended to care about what her two best friends were saying and damned herself for her childish reaction. Why was she thinking that much about the slytherin since she had seen him in the hogwarts express a few hours ago?

There was something different about him. He had always been despicable, yet this year he was even worse. His despicableness had somehow turned into something even darker. Maybe it was this darkness that was attracting the young witch.

But once again, he had always been wrapped into some kind of dark halo. Why was it so suddenly appealing? She had to admit that he had changed over the summer. Draco was now taller and thinner. And yes, he was attractive. But how could Hermione be attracted to Draco?

That very same Draco who spent 6 years calling her mudblood, looking down at her, making her life a true hell whenever she had the misfortune to bump into him in empty hallways; that very same wizard who also tried, or at least really seemed to have tried, to kill one of her best friend several times.

But actually, she didn't hate him. Not that much at least. She felt sorry for him. Sorry because of the family he had to grow up in, sorry because of the fake friends who were surrounding him since he first came at hogwarts. And right now she felt truly sorry for this skank who was literally eating his face to show everyone that she was his girlfriend. Could it be possible that Hermione was actually jealous of whatshername?

- Shall we go Mione? the redhead said, interrupting her thoughts.

She simply nodded and stood up, asking Ginny if she was done too so that she could join them and go back to the dormitory with her. She needed the weasley to tell her everything about her relationship with Harry; she desperately needed something to fill her thoughts. Anything but something related to Draco.

- Ugh, have you seen how Pansy was with Draco? Ginny asked. It was disgusting! She really does look like a pug. I pity her though; I don't even know how she can love him. Yuck.

- Maybe he's nice after all, Hermione simply answered. She didn't want Ginny to keep talking about the slytherin; she needed to stop thinking about him.

Maybe it wasn't something she should worry about; after all it meant nothing at all. She just bumped into him, and for once he hadn't been mean to her; he just looked at her. Maybe she was so used to his despicable behavior that the simple fact that he didn't bother to insult her felt like the nicest thing he had ever done. But why didn't he insult her?

Damn, what was happening to her? She crawled into her bed and hided her head under the red and gold blanket; after a good night of sleep everything would be clearer in her mind, she was sure of that.