Characters are JK's. Someone's in wuv with Draco!! =) Prolly won't be continued.
He stepped into the room.
Despite her many doubts, she found herself wildly attracted to him, as usual. But she inexplicably felt it more so this time.
His heavy silver locks of hair moved gently to cover one eye. Breathtaking.
A day's blonde stubble lurked on his chin, giving his face a rugged look. Steely eyes lingered on her own chocolate ones. Half a smile played upon his crimson lips; it swiftly and predictably transformed into a malicious sneer.
Quickly she lowered her eyes and swept her gaze away, abashed. Her heart was drowning. He wasn't truly evil, not the way she knew him. He was... deprived, she decided, as she gazed absentmindedly at the way his black robes drifted about him, the way the velvet contrasted so starkly with his procelain skin.
Ironic, she thought. He is my enemy. Or, at least, I am his.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder. Hermione turned around, smiled weakly at Harry's quizzical look, and went back to work.