Ch 1
Hermione POV
I jolted awake to find that I'd fallen asleep in the library, "Ahh crap!" I thought as I saw that I'd drooled all over Hogwarts: A History, I hurriedly muttered a cleaning spell and made myself presentable.
I pulled out my timetable and read: Potions, Arithmancy, Defence Against The Dark Arts...
I left the library and, whilst putting my timetable back into my bag, collided with a wall of guy.
"Oh! I'm so sor- Draco!" I spluttered out in shock; I looked up – at least a foot – at the exquisite blonde in front of me. I still had my hands on his chest and he on my upper arms.
[FLASHBACK!]
"Draco!" I shrieked as he pushed me, still higher, on the tire swing, "Draco, stop! Please!"
He was pushing me from the front so I saw the signature Draco smirk.
"I'll stop if you admit that I was right and you were wrong." Smirk, smirk.
"Fine! Fine!" I squealed, "you were right! I was wrong! WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!"
"About...?" Another devilish smirk, darn I hated him sometimes.
"Dammit Draco! Fine; you were right! I can't, I can't do it!" When I'd finished he grabbed me around the waist and dragged me off of the swing. He stumbled and we both went crashing to the ground, I landed with a thud on his hard chest. He was chuckling so I started to giggle uncontrollably, eventually we were both lying on the ground, cackling like maniacs.
[END OF FLASHBACK!]
We were both laughing like maniacs now, as we recalled the day that I told him I could fly if he pushed me high enough. We'd come to Hogwarts as best friends, but with him being sorted into Slytherin and I Gryfindor, we were instantly supposed to hate each other. We both wanted to keep out friendship alive, but, with the house rivalry, it was virtually impossible.
My friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, absolutely detested Draco from day one. It's Draco's family; The Malfoy's are a very proud, very pureblood family – and they like people to know that status. Mr Malfoy and Arthur Weasley – Ron's dad – have never exactly accepted the other's opinions.
During the Dark Lord's uprising, Arthur helped muggles escape the Death Eaters, Ron once told me that Mr Malfoy used to be a Death Eater. I always found that hard to believe – looking at Draco – but his father always was a very heartless and stony man; every now and a again I'd catch him staring at me with an expression of hatred. It finally became clear to me why he had been staring at me in such a way, when – two years ago – Draco called me a "mudblood"...
So, whilst Ron was vomiting up slugs, thanks to his curse – aimed at Draco – back firing on him, Hagrid explained the meaning of the word "mudblood" to us. Although, regrettably, I already knew the meaning of the word.
(A/N: Y'all should know, and I ain't writing it!)
It hurt to know that Draco thought so little of me. Of course he apologized profusely the moment he got me alone, "'Mione, please! I didn't mean it, Crabbe and Goy-!" he pleaded, but I cut him off,
"Then why say it Malfoy?" I said bitterly, using his surname to punctuate how pissed I was.
We hadn't spoken since.
Harry and Draco's reason to dislike each other was quite simple; Harry had survived the killing curse from You-Know-Who and defeated him so he was a celebrity for all the right reasons, but because of Draco's family, he was famous for all the wrong reasons.
But, despite all of that, here we were: walking to class together and laughing about old times.
We arrived at the door to the hall which would take me down to the dungeons, and away from Draco, much too quickly for my liking. He looked down at me and smirked that smirk that had always made my heart flutter for as long as I can remember. He was even more breathtakingly handsome now than when we were kids; his hair had gone from scruffy and sand coloured to immaculate and platinum and his pale skin had become almost snowy. He was very beautiful and his eyes just multiplied that; they were a cold coloured, steely gray, but they were always warm.
He smiled down at me now, his eyes so warm that he could light a fire if he winked at it. It took me a minute to realise that he was waiting for me to speak, "I, uh, have potions. So I, uh, better... get going..." I stated awkwardly.
"Kay, see you later 'Mione." He said, grinning, and did something that I totally didn't expect; he reached forward and touched my cheek. My heart beat almost hit fatal right at that moment, then , as if I wasn't already at risk of cardiac arrest, he pulled me into a hug. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I mine around his waist – eventually.
We stayed like that for a moment, but then we heard footsteps and voices from other students coming towards that part of the castle. He let me go and with a fleeting touch to my cheek again, he was gone.
(A/N: So how was that? Good? Bad? Terrible?
Go on and review, just to put me out of my misery :D)
(P.s: Hannah, you don't count!)
