A/N: hello, it was time to write a new fic, so here it is!! Hope you
enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Harry Potter. bla
Was it wrong for her to look lustfully at him, for her eyes to stray over to his corner of the room whenever they yearned for a taste of his face? Whenever she looked at him, her stomach started to jounce around like a hyperactive jumping spider and her eyes watered and her brain felt numb, like she had had too much caffeine. Her body shivered and stung and her hands trembled like dew on the tip of a leaf whenever he walked past. How could she not want him, not want him to see her, to love her?
Hermione smoothed down the pleats of her skirt and shook her head slightly to clear her mind. She looked up at the blackboard where professor McGonnigal was explaining how to transfigure a banana slug into a pickle. She had been day dreaming again. She glanced in Draco's direction. It seemed that ever since she had fallen for him, her life had halted abruptly, turned inside out, and then started spinning in the opposite direction. She was left reeling, without bearings, trying to hang on to the shards of the life that she had led up till now.
Throughout class, she kept sneaking looks, and to her combined horror and joy, whenever she peeked at him she saw that he was looking at her. Near the end of class, she looked at him from the corner of her eye. Her heart seemed to wriggle spasmodically in her chest like a larvae in it's death throes. Draco gave her a wink and she seemed to shrivel and buldge and disappear and explode at the same time. Her quill fell from her shaking fingers. Draco turned to whisper something quietly into Crabbe's ear. Crabbe sniggered silently and Draco gave Hermione a sarcastic little wave, a snide smile, and then he mouthed 'Mudblood' at her. Hermione turned away quickly, blushing and started furiously to take notes, to hide her mortification. No. He would never love her.
When she reached the common room after Transfiguration, she collapsed into an armchair with relief. When class had been dismissed, Harry and Ron had gone down to lunch and she had made her way upstairs. She had been followed by a gang of Slytherin's from class who where all throwing snide comments at her, most of them somewhat like "Hey mudblood, is it true that you are in love with Draco?" the comments were not only extremely true, but they were exactly what she didn't want. She KNEW she had no chance with him, did they need to rub it in? And had she been that obvious?
Hermione sat with Ron and Harry and Ginny at breakfast in the Great Hall. Sighing, she peered up at the overcast ceiling. Gray and purple tinged clouds choked the sky and blotted out the sun. If the clouds were any sign, it was going to rain later on, and she had care of magical creatures. Why was suddenly everything going wrong?? She took a slow bite of oatmeal and turned casually towards the Slytherin table. Draco seemed to sense her eyes, because he looked up and blew her a kiss. The Slytherin table rang with derisive laughter. Hermione spat out a large mouthful of oatmeal all over Ginny. Hermione turned around stiffly and held up her morning copy of the Daily Prophet to hide her tears.
When Hermione reached the dormitory to collect her books for class, she was startled to see a plain envelope sitting on her bedspread. The envelope was addressed to her in tight, anonymous cursive. It had no stamp, so it must have been put there personally. She slit the seal of the letter and slowly pulled out the parchment within. Holding her breath, she unfurled the letter. Her heart leaped into her throat and started doing a tap dance.
My Love, (the letter read.) I give you this letter in hopes that you may better understand my love for you. What I will say here, I cannot say to you in person, both because I fear that I will not have the right words and because I do not want to embarrass you in any way by association with me. I know that I have not always paid you back for you kindnesses to me. It is hard for me to be around you, as I get so nervous I can scarcely breath. Your beauty echoed through the halls of my mind this summer, and yet, the echoes were mere shadow compared to your true beauty. I wish nothing but to please you, but my attempts don't usually come out right. My dearest wish is that you will figure out (with that famed brain of yours) who I am, and that you will not hate me for loving you. I do hope that with my stumbling words, I have been able to capture some of the emotion that runs through me whenever you are present.
Love Always,
Your Admirer
Hermione made to sit down on her bed, but missed and fell to the floor, where she stayed, clutching the letter and staring at it until the five minute bell rang. She jumped up and raced through the portrait hole, still grasping the letter, completely forgetting her books. Could this letter be the answer to her unspoken prayers? Could Draco really love her? Or was this a joke played at her expense?
A/N: Well?????? I know that it's kind of sloppy, I don't really know if I like it myself yet. But if you want me to update, then I need reviews. I need at least 2 to continue with the story.
Was it wrong for her to look lustfully at him, for her eyes to stray over to his corner of the room whenever they yearned for a taste of his face? Whenever she looked at him, her stomach started to jounce around like a hyperactive jumping spider and her eyes watered and her brain felt numb, like she had had too much caffeine. Her body shivered and stung and her hands trembled like dew on the tip of a leaf whenever he walked past. How could she not want him, not want him to see her, to love her?
Hermione smoothed down the pleats of her skirt and shook her head slightly to clear her mind. She looked up at the blackboard where professor McGonnigal was explaining how to transfigure a banana slug into a pickle. She had been day dreaming again. She glanced in Draco's direction. It seemed that ever since she had fallen for him, her life had halted abruptly, turned inside out, and then started spinning in the opposite direction. She was left reeling, without bearings, trying to hang on to the shards of the life that she had led up till now.
Throughout class, she kept sneaking looks, and to her combined horror and joy, whenever she peeked at him she saw that he was looking at her. Near the end of class, she looked at him from the corner of her eye. Her heart seemed to wriggle spasmodically in her chest like a larvae in it's death throes. Draco gave her a wink and she seemed to shrivel and buldge and disappear and explode at the same time. Her quill fell from her shaking fingers. Draco turned to whisper something quietly into Crabbe's ear. Crabbe sniggered silently and Draco gave Hermione a sarcastic little wave, a snide smile, and then he mouthed 'Mudblood' at her. Hermione turned away quickly, blushing and started furiously to take notes, to hide her mortification. No. He would never love her.
When she reached the common room after Transfiguration, she collapsed into an armchair with relief. When class had been dismissed, Harry and Ron had gone down to lunch and she had made her way upstairs. She had been followed by a gang of Slytherin's from class who where all throwing snide comments at her, most of them somewhat like "Hey mudblood, is it true that you are in love with Draco?" the comments were not only extremely true, but they were exactly what she didn't want. She KNEW she had no chance with him, did they need to rub it in? And had she been that obvious?
Hermione sat with Ron and Harry and Ginny at breakfast in the Great Hall. Sighing, she peered up at the overcast ceiling. Gray and purple tinged clouds choked the sky and blotted out the sun. If the clouds were any sign, it was going to rain later on, and she had care of magical creatures. Why was suddenly everything going wrong?? She took a slow bite of oatmeal and turned casually towards the Slytherin table. Draco seemed to sense her eyes, because he looked up and blew her a kiss. The Slytherin table rang with derisive laughter. Hermione spat out a large mouthful of oatmeal all over Ginny. Hermione turned around stiffly and held up her morning copy of the Daily Prophet to hide her tears.
When Hermione reached the dormitory to collect her books for class, she was startled to see a plain envelope sitting on her bedspread. The envelope was addressed to her in tight, anonymous cursive. It had no stamp, so it must have been put there personally. She slit the seal of the letter and slowly pulled out the parchment within. Holding her breath, she unfurled the letter. Her heart leaped into her throat and started doing a tap dance.
My Love, (the letter read.) I give you this letter in hopes that you may better understand my love for you. What I will say here, I cannot say to you in person, both because I fear that I will not have the right words and because I do not want to embarrass you in any way by association with me. I know that I have not always paid you back for you kindnesses to me. It is hard for me to be around you, as I get so nervous I can scarcely breath. Your beauty echoed through the halls of my mind this summer, and yet, the echoes were mere shadow compared to your true beauty. I wish nothing but to please you, but my attempts don't usually come out right. My dearest wish is that you will figure out (with that famed brain of yours) who I am, and that you will not hate me for loving you. I do hope that with my stumbling words, I have been able to capture some of the emotion that runs through me whenever you are present.
Love Always,
Your Admirer
Hermione made to sit down on her bed, but missed and fell to the floor, where she stayed, clutching the letter and staring at it until the five minute bell rang. She jumped up and raced through the portrait hole, still grasping the letter, completely forgetting her books. Could this letter be the answer to her unspoken prayers? Could Draco really love her? Or was this a joke played at her expense?
A/N: Well?????? I know that it's kind of sloppy, I don't really know if I like it myself yet. But if you want me to update, then I need reviews. I need at least 2 to continue with the story.