Chapter 1
She loved the way the sun glinted off his white-blonde hair. She loved the way his silver eyes showed every emotion in his soul. She loved the way the deep green in his cloak contrasted with his pale skin. She loved the way that his smile could light up a whole city. Except, she hates him…doesn't she?
She is certainly supposed to hate him.
She's a mudblood from Gryffindor and he is a snobby pureblood from Slytherin.
"Hermione? Hermione!" She heard Harry saying her name is the distance, but he seemed so far away.
"Oy! Hermione! Are you sick? You, of all people, should be paying attention to what Professor Binns has to say" said Ron in a rather haughty tone.
"What, Ron?!" She practically yelled. She was getting aggravated with his constantly annoying tone of voice.
"Y-you…just weren't paying attention…" Ron looked like a hurt puppy dog as he stuttered out his feeble excuse.
"Ronald Weasley, the only reason you want me to pay attention is so that you can copy my work. Well, I can tell you here and now that you will not be copying my homework tonight as I'll be doing it in the library." Everyone in the class was looking now, for their whispered argument had turned into a full-on screaming match.
"Well..that's…that's just absurd!" The tips of Ron's ears had begun to turn red, a tell-tale sign that he was lying.
Getting annoyed with Ron's childish behavior, she got up and stormed out of the class. She wasn't worried that Professor Binns would notice. He's a ghost for goodness sake!
Just second after leaving the classroom, she turned back only to run into something rather hard.
"There isn't a wall here…" she muttered to herself, rather confused.
"No, Granger" drawled Draco Malfoy, "I'm certainly not a wall."
Hermione blushed at Draco hearing her embarrass herself, especially knowing that minutes before she had been admiring his silky blonde hair.
"Turning back for this?" He asked in that silky-smooth tone he uses only when he's in the best of moods.
He was holding up her book bag questioningly.
"Yes, thank you very much." She took it from his hands as she sarcastically thanked him.
"Now, now. Granger, where have your manners gone?" He was patronizing her, and she was enjoying it.
"Malfoy," Her voice was dripping with poison, "give me my bag before I hex you. Shouldn't you be in History of Magic right now?"
"Well, that wasn't very polite." His voice was hurt, but his eyes were playful. "I could be, but it's no fun when you aren't around."
Did he really just say that?! Does he mean it? Hermione thought. Then, oh, girl you need to stop right now! This is Draco Malfoy you're thinking about. Who cares? Although, he is rather sexy….
Hermione was having a battle in her mind, and she forgot to reply to Draco's taunting comment.
"Alright, Granger, you can have your bag back." Hermione couldn't exactly put her finger on the tone in his voice. "Maybe next time you'll be more fun to play with." Draco said with a wink as he sauntered off in the opposite direction.
He can be such an obnoxious git! She thought incredibly annoyed.
Then, she remembered that he had brought her bag out to her. Why did he do that?
Suddenly, she noticed a note sticking out of the side pocket.
H,
Meet me by the rocks after dinner.
-D
