(A/N: Okay, so this is my first Dramione story so just keep that in mind. I've had a lot of these ideas over the years but I've never written them down because they seemed stupid without context and then I thought of this and I was like "Ideas! Help me!" So yeah...xD)
Chapter One: What's Going On Here?
Hermione sat at the Gryffindor Table with Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Lavender. Ginny and Harry were flirting, but Harry was as stubbornly clueless as ever and they still weren't dating. Ron and Lavender were exchanging small kisses and laughter, as they had just started dating and the relationship, which she was sure would end soon enough, was still healthy. This left her sitting alone going over her notes, brown eyes flicking studiously across the page. She had always been the one left out, especially recently because both the boys had girls they wanted to say and/or were dating.
She was surprised to hear a voice addressing her and snapped her head up to see the person who'd called her. It was a first year under the name of Alex. She smiled at him and patted the seat beside her, moving her notes. She had to admit, even at his age his tanned skin, dark hair, and caramel eyes were attractive. Not that she'd want to date him or anything, but in a few years girls would be all over him.
"What's up, Alex?" She asked, tilting her head as he sat down next to her. He smiled at her thankfully.
"Oh, just my group of friends hanging out with a couple of Slytherins I don't like. Would you mind if I sat here for a while?" He mumbled, drumming his fingers on the table nervously.
"Of course! Why would I mind?" She exclaimed, her eyes shining. Okay, so maybe she looked desperate, but at this moment she didn't really care. He gave her a grateful smile and attempted at conversation. He was an awkward kid, but that was okay.
Soon, they were both saying goodbyes and going toward their respective classes. Hers being Potions. Potions was actually one of her favorite classes, despite the fact that Malfoy was above her grade-wise. She liked making potions and having that challenge. She smiled as she reached the classroom, before gently pushing open the door and finding a seat in the middle of the classroom.
The door opened a minute later, not Harry and Ron as they liked to be last minute to Potions. She turned slightly, just so she could see who had come in. Malfoy. He saw her turn slightly in her seat and smirked, walking up to her.
"What, Granger, couldn't wait to see me? You should know I usually come to class right after you." He placed a hand on the desk in front of her, eyes cold and lifeless. She glared at him with a fiery passion.
"Go away, Malfoy. No one cares." She snapped, turning away from him and getting out her quill and parchment. They were taking notes on the Angel's Trumpet Draught. A potion that, if done correctly, would make the drinker fly towards anyone who would be a good match for the drinker if said person was ten feet away from the drinker. Rather horrible, Hermione thought. She wouldn't like to go flying toward other people that were deemed as good matches for her.
"What? No one cares? Strange, coming from the person who turned to look at me when I came in." Malfoy said, leaning a bit further forward on the desk, the other hand now resting on top of her quill. She looked up again.
"I thought I told you to go away, besides why would you want to touch my 'mudblood tainted things'?" She hissed through gritted teeth. His smirk widened as she said this. Fortunately, another voice cut into their argument before he could respond.
"What is going on here?" The cold voice of Professor Snape drawled, eyes holding an icy fury. Malfoy looked up.
"Nothing, Professor, simply talking." He stated calmly. Hermione glared at his back as he retreated to his seat. A minute later Harry and Ron sat next to her and gave her questioning looks, concerned by her suddenly foul mood.
During the entire class she could see Malfoy shooting annoyed glances at her, or 'wiping the mudblood off' on his robes. Harry noticed this and patted her back comfortingly when Snape wasn't looking.
The class ended after what felt like an eternity. After what happened with Malfoy and then having to endure Snape's painfully boring drawl as she took notes, she was in a terrible mood. When the bell rung she swung her bag over her shoulder and shot through the door.
Harry and Ron struggled to catch up to her as they headed to charms, despite her short frame. She huffed as she stood at the door to charms, waiting for Seamus. Harry and Ron had gone in already, bored of waiting for someone neither of them particularly liked. Malfoy came over with Seamus, they had been talking about a project they had for Divination. Why did they have to be paired together, can I not get a moment of peace?
Much to her surprise, Malfoy simply smirked at her as he passed her on the way into the classroom. She smiled at Seamus.
"Hey, Seamus. Catch a seat together?" She asked, not even bothering to hide the fact that she wanted to talk to him. He nodded, following behind her as she opened the door and got the only two seats next to each other.
Hermione turned to him, eyes blazing with annoyance. "Malfoy, that bloody bastard!"
"What'd he do this time?"
"He used my own words against me, saying that just because I turned to see him as he walked in I cared about him! I genuinely forgot it would be him!" She explained the entire argument, right up to the part where Snape cut in.
Seamus couldn't help but mutter under his breath as Hermione finished her rant, "What is going on here?" Of course, he didn't say it loud enough for her to hear. It would only aggravate her more.
"Okay, class, we're going to be working on charms that can be used against vampires in a flash." Flitwick said, quieting the class with his squeaky voice. And so, the class began.
The day flashed by, the classes blurring together and homework being pushed slightly to the side. Dinner was significant, though, and stood out brightly.
Hermione had bumped into Malfoy on the way down and had ended walking in a stony silence to the Great Hall. She opened the doors and gasped. Food was flying everywhere, and judging by the states of all four tables it was obvious Gryffindor had started it.
"What?" Malfoy asked, pushing her out of the way. She couldn't even get mad, too stunned to notice anything but the scene in front of her. Then, in unison, both she and Malfoy said,
"What is going on here?" It caught everyone's attention. The two students late for dinner had apparently been loud enough to make everyone's heads' turn. Then, before anyone could even respond, a Gryffindor in the back of the room screamed.
"FOOD FIGHT!"
(Okay, so, that was chapter one. I think I've finally found a way to name chapters. "What do people say most in the chapter?" Lol. Anyway, that was actually super fun to write. And guess who got more ideas today!? Me! That'll be fun.
If any of you happen to be reading my Warriors fanfic, I'm really sorry for short chapters and late updates I've been having trouble writing it. I will update soon though, I'm working on it right now. I'm really really sorry. Have a good day/night/afternoon/morning or whatever time it is where you are right now. See you soon)