The last rays of sun sank beyond the horizon and Hermione watched them,
intrigued by their beauty.
Along the dark forest,shadows, as always, dominated, clashing against the flurry of colors that made up the sunsets' hue.
She sighed softly, leaning against the sill of one of her dorms large windows, which convieniently overlooked the castle grounds. Below her, students were standing and leaving their comfortable spots by the lake, some returning to the castle, others pausing to watch the Slytherin Quidditch team practice on the fields.
Her hazel eyes lingered upon the daring team, scanning the players before they rested on the blonde Seeker. A slight smile krept upon her otherwise somber features as she took in Dracos appearance.
Though it wasn't the first time she had seen him like this ; clad in his silver and Emerald Quidditch robes, she knew she would never tire of his look.
She had liked him for some time now, in fact, years if you counted the days she had spent in denial.
At first, she had simply thought of him as convieniantly handsome, though his attitude begged strongly to differ.
Then, she had come to terms with his drab demeanor, realizing she probably would have acted the same had she have been brought up in such an awful family as he.
Though as of late he had seemed a bit nicer. In fact, the day before he had opened the door of the Potions room for her as she bustled through, carrying the usual load of books, although the only reason he did this was so he could have the oppurtunity to shut it on the tail of her robes, causing her to fall to the hard stone floor, her books scattering around her. But she still was adamant on the fact that Draco wasn't as venemous as he seemed, only mildly toxic.
Harry and Ron were hard to control when it came to the subject of Draco. She trusted them with her secret, though she knew they weren't exactly keen on the subject. Harry's knuckles turned a sickening white every time she mentioned his name, and Ron went in to what she had first thought was seizures, though they later came to be known as his 'fits of rage'.
After some time Hermione had given up on ever making peace between her two best friends and Draco, and instead refrained herself from talked about him in front of them.
Now, at their Seventh and final year at Hogwarts, she knew something had to change. She and Draco would never have the chance to see each other again, seeing as Draco would be flying to Egypt in the summer to further his studies in the Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Hermione would be off to Romania for her scientific studies. 'No,' she thought.'This year will have to be different from the rest...but how'
Along the dark forest,shadows, as always, dominated, clashing against the flurry of colors that made up the sunsets' hue.
She sighed softly, leaning against the sill of one of her dorms large windows, which convieniently overlooked the castle grounds. Below her, students were standing and leaving their comfortable spots by the lake, some returning to the castle, others pausing to watch the Slytherin Quidditch team practice on the fields.
Her hazel eyes lingered upon the daring team, scanning the players before they rested on the blonde Seeker. A slight smile krept upon her otherwise somber features as she took in Dracos appearance.
Though it wasn't the first time she had seen him like this ; clad in his silver and Emerald Quidditch robes, she knew she would never tire of his look.
She had liked him for some time now, in fact, years if you counted the days she had spent in denial.
At first, she had simply thought of him as convieniantly handsome, though his attitude begged strongly to differ.
Then, she had come to terms with his drab demeanor, realizing she probably would have acted the same had she have been brought up in such an awful family as he.
Though as of late he had seemed a bit nicer. In fact, the day before he had opened the door of the Potions room for her as she bustled through, carrying the usual load of books, although the only reason he did this was so he could have the oppurtunity to shut it on the tail of her robes, causing her to fall to the hard stone floor, her books scattering around her. But she still was adamant on the fact that Draco wasn't as venemous as he seemed, only mildly toxic.
Harry and Ron were hard to control when it came to the subject of Draco. She trusted them with her secret, though she knew they weren't exactly keen on the subject. Harry's knuckles turned a sickening white every time she mentioned his name, and Ron went in to what she had first thought was seizures, though they later came to be known as his 'fits of rage'.
After some time Hermione had given up on ever making peace between her two best friends and Draco, and instead refrained herself from talked about him in front of them.
Now, at their Seventh and final year at Hogwarts, she knew something had to change. She and Draco would never have the chance to see each other again, seeing as Draco would be flying to Egypt in the summer to further his studies in the Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Hermione would be off to Romania for her scientific studies. 'No,' she thought.'This year will have to be different from the rest...but how'
