Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic and I hope it will be received kindly.. This is a fanfic about Draco and Hermione, two of my most favorite characters in Harry Potter. Enjoy!

ThaliaMalfoy

POV of Hermione

I was walking out of the Great Hall really worried. I haven't seen Harry or Ron since breakfast and I was really getting anxious. Anything could happen to those two!

"Granger, wait." I whirled at the familiar tone and gripped my wand in my robes. Draco Malfoy was standing right behind me.

"Malfoy, I don't have time to deal with you. I'm looking for Harry and Ron," I snarled.

"Oh, don't sweat it. Potty and Weasel are at the Quidditch field, practicing. It's no use, though, we'll still beat them."

Oh. Well, that explains why I haven't seen them. They were both really determined to beat Slytherin in the game next week.

I nodded at Malfoy curtly. "Well, thank you for the information, Malfoy, but I do have to get going now. I have a Potions essay to write." I turned my heel, attempting to leave dramatically, but Malfoy had to spoil it by grabbing my wrist.

"Wait," he said. "I needed to ask you something."

"And what is that?"

"Let me look into your eyes."

"WHAT?" Malfoy let go of me and crossed his arms over his chest. "Come on, Granger. This is the only time I'm going to ask you for something."

Insane. "If I let you do that, will you leave me alone? And you're not going to hex me or anything like that?"

"You have my word, okay?"

"Fine, but make it quick."

Malfoy gripped my shoulders and peered into my eyes intently. I suddenly felt how close he was and a blush crept into my face. He was really handsome, with his pale blue eyes and fine features.

"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful," he whispered reverently.

My mind went blank with shock. Me? Malfoy called me beautiful?

"Malfoy, is this some kind of joke?" I asked warily.

He frowned. "No, of course not. Don't tell me you disagree?"

I looked down shyly, my pulse fluttering. "Well, thank you, then."

His brow furrowed again in confusion. Then understanding lit his eyes. "Wait, you've got it all wrong, Granger. I was talking about my reflection."

WHAT?

Does he mean I got all wishy-washy over him for nothing?

I stood there fuming in anger, while he smirked at me. I raised a fist and punched him. Hard.

"Ow!" He covered his nose. It was bleeding as if he took a Nosebleed Nougat. "What was that for, Granger? It's not my fault you misunderstood!"

I stuck my tongue out at him and turned my heel and walked away, satisfied.