A/N: Hey y'all, this is the first chapter of my fourth fic and I must say that I think that this will be my best one so far. Now, I absolutely love H/D stories, not to mention G/D stories so here's my attempt at a Hermione/Draco fic. During the story I'll be switching the POVs from Hermione's to Draco's several times so I'll try to make it so you don't get confused. I hope you enjoy reading it, cause I know I'll enjoy writing it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any thing associated with Harry Potter nor do I claim to. I am not making a dime on this story or any others that I have written so there!
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Harry, Ron and Hermione sit down at the noisy Gryffindor table for breakfast and chatting casually when Draco Malfoy struts into the Grand Hall accompanied by his two companions Crabbe and Goyle.
"You know, it was such a lovely day until I spotted a speck of mud amongst the beautiful tapestry that is Hogwarts, good morning Hermione." Draco added with a smirk as Goyle and Crabbe chuckled dimwittedly, clearly not understanding a word of what he had said yet were simply laughing by habit.
"Oh piss off, Malfoy" spat Ron.
"You first" retorted Draco.
So Malfoy walked away clearly pleased with himself yet something was nagging at his insides, Why does Hermione always choose to remain silent?! She has no idea how much that irritates me, and for that I am thankful. But for once, just once I'd at least like to touch a nerve. Oh well, another day, another insult. So he continued to walk down to the Slytherin table where he busied himself with a few strips of bacon yet all too often found his gaze wandering back to Hermione. She doesn't even acknowledge me, wait, what am I saying? I don't do this to get attention, I do it to hold up the family honor, to make sure that there is still pride in the word pureblood, but mainly because my father would be very displeased if I ever did otherwise but surely I'm not doing this for attention from a little mudblood!? No of course not, so why do I often find myself waiting for that witty retort that I crave, that I thrive on.
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( When you see this line, the POV has changed)
What goes on in his mind? I mean, every day, for crying' out loud. Its always mudblood this and pureblood that. One day I'm going to finally crack and give him a piece of my mind and-
"This is some good toast eh Hermione?" Ron commented, interrupting Hermione's train of thought.
"Huh, uh yeah, right" Hermione replied off-handedly
" What's up with you Herm?" Harry inquired, " You've been acting all weird since Malfoy made that remark. You aren't letting him get to you are-
" Of course not, I'm fine really. Well I've got to go."
" What are you talking about? It's a Saturday."
" I'm not feeling very well, I'm going to see Madam Pomfrey."
"Ok, bye." said Harry uncertainly.
With that Hermione left the table and swiftly walked out of the Grand Hall. Little did her friends know that she in fact had no intention of going to the hospital wing but instead she walked toward the library where she was often found buried among all the books. She had an eerie feeling in the pit of her stomach thought; she had never lied to her friends before. What is happening to me? She thought to herself. Surely I'm not letting Malfoy get to me? Of course not, he means nothing to me. Nothing, absolutely nothing- She repeated this to herself silently over and over again trying to convince herself When she ran into who else but Malfoy.
"Oh, sorry." She said grimly. She was about to keep walking when something Malfoy said made her turn around.
"Look at what you've gotten on my shirt, mud." Malfoy said in a mock disgusted tone of voice.
"How could you tell, with all the dirty work your father probably has you doing everything you own is dirty enough without me adding to it." Hermione spat. Draco stood there dumbfounded and utterly shocked at her spitfire stature.
"Uh, um you know nothing about my father so don't claim to." He finished awkwardly.
" Is that the best you could come up with? You're losing your touch" Hermione said without any drop in attitude.
"Well, well, well. Someone's a little touchy today. Is the little mudblood having a bad day?" Malfoy finished regaining some of his sarcasm back.
"You know what Malfoy, you call me a Mudblood one more time and I'll-
"And you'll what?"
"Forget it, you're not worth my time"
" That's what I thought, Mudblood." Hermione slowly turned around walked up to Malfoy until she was only inches away from his face. She looked him dead in the eye and slapped him right across the face. Malfoy, at this point, was so absolutely shocked and so thoroughly amused that he did the first thing that popped into his mind, he kissed her. However, as suddenly as it happened, it ended. Malfoy stood there, shocked at his own actions, while Hermione stood there, halfway between anger and confusion.
"Bye." And with that final word Malfoy turned and left Hermione standing there gawking, still unable to comprehend what had just happened. She stood there for what seemed like hours but was only twenty minutes or so, trying to figure out what had just happened. However, the only conclusion she came up with was, I really, need to lie down. So, almost automatically, she began to walk to her common room not really looking at where she was going yet seemed to be traveling on a sort of autopilot. When she found herself at her bedpost she did the only thing that seemed natural, she crawled into the bed, and instantaneously fell asleep. She was awoken, however, maybe three hours later by Harry, "Hey, Herm, wake up."
" Wha, what? What time is it?" Hermione answered groggily. During a few moments of semi-consciousness she pondered over the reason why she had such a headache, the answer, however hit her with such a blow that all the confused, mixed-up feelings of a few hours earlier came rushing back.
