I know I've kind of left "Opposites Attract" hanging there but I haven't worked on the story in so long (final IB exams, the release of my results, internships and that sort of stuff) that I need some time to gain my bearings again. Yeah, I'm literally re-reading my story again to jog my memory on where I left off, and to be honest I'm not impressed with my own writing so I'm surprised that many people read it harharhar.
Anyway, in the mean time, I felt like writing a bit more so this "story" will be more of a series of Dramione drabbles. Enjoy (:
The first time he saw her was at King's Cross. Despite the distance between the two, it was kind of hard to overlook her really, with her bushy mane (he could hardly call THAT hair), bucktooth-ed smile and the haughty, know-it-all way with which she carried herself.
Ugh, just what I need, another bossy female in my life. An ugly one at that.
Somehow, Draco Malfoy knew that this girl would soon become another source of annoyance by his side, the first being his mother of course. Sneering in her general direction, he turned his head away. Yet for some reason, as if controlled by an unseen force, he felt his neck inclining back again, his eyes inexplicably searching for that wild brown hair. Blonde hair, black hair (oh god, that must be Pansy…please don't let her look this way…), red hair….Weasleys of course, those filthy blood traitors…yet there was no sign of her. Suppressing the dull disappointment in his chest, he felt his mother's nimble hands pressing on his shoulders, guiding him towards the Hogwart's Express.
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Draco rolled his eyes at the dimwitted snickering that was coming from the mouths of Crabbe and Goyle as they took turns sticking their new wands in…shall we say…inappropriate areas. Those incompetent fools. If it weren't for his father's insistence, he would not be seen dead around these two trolls. Even so, as his own father stated, it is always useful to have larger "friends" by his side. Instead, he focused his attention on Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. Wait, take that back…he was trying to hold a conversation with Blaise whilst ignoring Pansy's high-pitched squeaking.
Right when they began discussing the different houses of Hogwarts and their respective attributes, they heard the compartment door slide open. There she was, standing there, impatience written all over her face. "Have any of you seen a toad? Neville's lost his."
Silence permeated the compartment as the group got over their dumbfounded expressions at the sudden appearance of this girl and processed her words. After the initial recognizing of her as the girl he had taken notice of at the station, Draco turned his face aside and stared out the window, deliberately ignoring her. It was hardly a glance, but that was all it took for her to make an impression on him. He was staring at the scenery, yet all he saw were her chocolate brown eyes, full of life. He scowled, shaking his head to empty it of the image.
Blaise spoke first. "No, I think we would have noticed if one did come into our compartment…"
Sighing, the girl nodded, as if this answer were nothing more than what she expected. "Thanks anyways. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way."
"I'm Blaise. It was nice to meet you."
Draco risked another glance, only catching sight of her bushy mane and the swishing of her Hogwarts cloak. And then she was gone.
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"Draco Malfoy!"
He sauntered up to the stool. The sorting hat barely touched his head before the booming voice announced "Slyherin!" He smirked. Of course, there had never been any question of him becoming a member of a house other than Slytherin.
Seated at the long dining table in the Great Hall, he fiddled with the cutlery, one hand covering up a yawn. This is so BOOORING. He couldn't wait to have the Sorting Ceremony over with so he could start eating. Then, he heard her name.
"Hermione Granger!"
His head perked up. Her footsteps echoed throughout the Hall as she approached the front in a brisk, no-nonsense way. Perched upon the stool, the Hat sat on her head, deliberating.
"Gryffindor!"
Cheers erupted at the table on the far side of the Hall, welcoming its newest member, drowning out the sinking feeling of a certain blonde-haired Slytherin.