Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story
Okay, this is a one shot I wrote for a competition and I thought I should post it here as well. It's not that long, but I hope it's okay. If all goes well I might write more but for now this is it. Enjoy! :)
"So are you sure O.W.L. results won't come until August?"
"Really Hermione, it hasn't even been a week since the battle at the Ministry and when we saw You-Know-Who and all you can think about are some silly test results?"
"Well Ron, those silly test results can affect the our wizarding careers and the rest of our lives so–"
"Will you two just shut up about it?" Harry exclaimed. He had been hearing their bickering for the past two hours. "And anyway, it's almost time to board the train."
"But seriously, do they not come until August?" Hermione questioned.
"I don't know Hermione–"
"Well of course Potter doesn't know, I'm surprised he even knows what shoe goes on what foot. How did you even pass first year, Potter?" said a haughty voicce from behind them.
"Malfoy," Ron said turning around. "What do you want?"
"As much as I love hanging out with you three," Draco started sarcastically. "I really need to talk to Granger for a minute."
"Bugger off," Ron spat trying to leave.
"Just for a minute. It'll be fine," Hermione said commenting on Ron's expression. "Just save me a seat on the train."
She waited for them to leave then said, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"Hey Granger, what makes you think I always want something?"
"Because... because I know you Malfoy!" She said crossing her arms.
He took a step towards her. "What makes you think you know me?"
"I've been around you enough to see your nothing but a dirty, rude, loathsome piece of scum."
He took another step. "We'll maybe you just need to look closer."
The next few seconds were a blur of emotions for Hermione. He leaned in and the next thing she knew her stomach turned into a pot of cascading butterflies that wanted to creep up her throat. Her heart, and lips, were burning. Those few seconds seemed to go by too fast, for too soon for Hermione's taste he was pulling away. She looked at him with both surprise and longing.
He backed away and smirked. "See you next year, Granger."