Mudblood + Pureblood = Love

Chapter 1 - The Letter, Draco's POV

I don't know if I've written this before or not - it seems like if I did, I must have forgotten to post it on one of my accounts. I'll repost it again though, it'll be a little different.

(Draco's POV)
Malfoy was pissed. Damned it, that stupid Weasal had found him looking at her again - it seemed to be something that he couldn't avoid recently. If she was nearby, she drew his eyes to her as though she had cast a magnetic spell on him.

He winced as he touched his cheek, where that damned redhead had sent a severing spell his way. Draco, who wasn't exactly focusing, only half-way dodged, so he had avoided serious injury - he had sent Weasley into a jelly legs jinx so that he could get away - he didn't want to aggrivate her. . . Gods, he was going soft, and it was all her fault!

He rested his back against the wall on the sixth floor, sighing. He couldn't be angry at her - hadn't been able to get angry at her since their first year. She puzzled him, excited him whenever they had thier arguments, and when he'd ran to his dorm the time that she'd popped him in the nose, his dorm-mates wondered why Draco was laughing so much, and why his nose was bleeding.

Well, it didn't matter now - this year would be different, he decided, and grasped the letter that was in his pocket. He would make this perfect, he swore. After all, she was the one that he couldn't forget, the one he loved - it was a pity that it had been a secret, secret till now.

He saw her coming from the first floor, on the staircase, and started walking down until he met her at the middle. "Oi, Granger, here." he said, slipping the letter in her hand before giving her his best smirk and vanishing into the crowd before she had a chance to speak.