***Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in the Harry Potter books. JK Rowling does.
And I'm not making any money off of this so please don't sue me.***
Unrequited Love
"Draco, could you hand me that quill, please?" An overly sweet voice broke into Draco Malfoy's thoughts, causing
him to start and whirl around to face Pansy Parkinson.
"Huh? What? Ok, sure Pansy…" He reached over to retrieve the quill she'd dropped, conveniently, right next to his
desk.
"Thank you, Draco," she said in that honey-coated tone of hers that made him cringe.
"No problem," he drawled, charmingly he thought, trying not to be sick all over his school robes.
Pansy had been giving him trouble ever since First Year. A fellow Slytherin, there was no getting away from her,
whether sitting next to him at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall or trailing him all the way to the dungeon Common Room.
She wasn't bad-looking, and heaven knew Draco was a bit flattered that she had such an obvious crush on him, but his
heart belonged to someone else. The only problem was, that someone else just didn't know it yet. Aside from the fact that,
of course, that same someone hated him with a passion.
***
"Harry, wait a bit!" Hermione called to one of her best friends, who turned away from the opening to Gryffindor
Tower and watched her run towards him across the Common Room.
"Yeah, what is it, Hermione?" he asked.
"Are you going to the Library to do research for that essay Professor Binns gave us? I should join you, I mean, it's
been ages since I went to do some extra reading for Arithmancy…"
"Yeah, like, 3 hours," came the sarcastic voice of Ron Weasley, Hermione's other best friend.
"Oh shut up, Ron," she replied haughtily. "In any case, Harry and I are going, so are you coming or not?"
Ron shrugged his shoulders in reply, and the three of them made their way to the School Library.
***
"Crabbe! Goyle!" Malfoy scowled in annoyance as his two mentally challenged lackeys turned around to face
him. "I need to go to the Library to do some reading for Potions. Professor Snape said I could get extra points if I could
find a copy of an Enchantment Potion. You two go on ahead, I'll meet you in the dungeon later."
They made grunting noises in response, which was good enough for Draco. He headed towards the Library, leaving
his two "bodyguards" to their own devices.
As he neared the Library door, Draco was aghast to see his two worst enemies, Potter and Weasley, headed in the
same direction. And walking in-between them was…her. Hermione Granger, to be more precise. Curse the day he had
started liking a Mudblood, but he had, and now he blushed to the roots of his silver-blonde hair every time she came within
his vicinity.
"Hello Potter, Weasel, MUDBLOOD," he said rudely as he reached for the handle of the door to the Library.
"Can it, Malfoy," Weasley growled. Potter and she stayed silent, though Draco noticed the anger burning behind
Potter's green eyes.
"After you, losers," he said, sneering, then bowed mockingly as the three of them passed through the door he was
holding open. Weasel just barely managed to slip in before Draco let it go with a bang. He then opened it again for himself.
What possessed him to insult her like that every time he saw her? He gulped and contented himself with staring at
the back of her head as he watched her from the "Potions and Magical Spells" section of the library.
***
Part II coming soon! Please review and be kind, this is my first fic.
And I'm not making any money off of this so please don't sue me.***
Unrequited Love
"Draco, could you hand me that quill, please?" An overly sweet voice broke into Draco Malfoy's thoughts, causing
him to start and whirl around to face Pansy Parkinson.
"Huh? What? Ok, sure Pansy…" He reached over to retrieve the quill she'd dropped, conveniently, right next to his
desk.
"Thank you, Draco," she said in that honey-coated tone of hers that made him cringe.
"No problem," he drawled, charmingly he thought, trying not to be sick all over his school robes.
Pansy had been giving him trouble ever since First Year. A fellow Slytherin, there was no getting away from her,
whether sitting next to him at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall or trailing him all the way to the dungeon Common Room.
She wasn't bad-looking, and heaven knew Draco was a bit flattered that she had such an obvious crush on him, but his
heart belonged to someone else. The only problem was, that someone else just didn't know it yet. Aside from the fact that,
of course, that same someone hated him with a passion.
***
"Harry, wait a bit!" Hermione called to one of her best friends, who turned away from the opening to Gryffindor
Tower and watched her run towards him across the Common Room.
"Yeah, what is it, Hermione?" he asked.
"Are you going to the Library to do research for that essay Professor Binns gave us? I should join you, I mean, it's
been ages since I went to do some extra reading for Arithmancy…"
"Yeah, like, 3 hours," came the sarcastic voice of Ron Weasley, Hermione's other best friend.
"Oh shut up, Ron," she replied haughtily. "In any case, Harry and I are going, so are you coming or not?"
Ron shrugged his shoulders in reply, and the three of them made their way to the School Library.
***
"Crabbe! Goyle!" Malfoy scowled in annoyance as his two mentally challenged lackeys turned around to face
him. "I need to go to the Library to do some reading for Potions. Professor Snape said I could get extra points if I could
find a copy of an Enchantment Potion. You two go on ahead, I'll meet you in the dungeon later."
They made grunting noises in response, which was good enough for Draco. He headed towards the Library, leaving
his two "bodyguards" to their own devices.
As he neared the Library door, Draco was aghast to see his two worst enemies, Potter and Weasley, headed in the
same direction. And walking in-between them was…her. Hermione Granger, to be more precise. Curse the day he had
started liking a Mudblood, but he had, and now he blushed to the roots of his silver-blonde hair every time she came within
his vicinity.
"Hello Potter, Weasel, MUDBLOOD," he said rudely as he reached for the handle of the door to the Library.
"Can it, Malfoy," Weasley growled. Potter and she stayed silent, though Draco noticed the anger burning behind
Potter's green eyes.
"After you, losers," he said, sneering, then bowed mockingly as the three of them passed through the door he was
holding open. Weasel just barely managed to slip in before Draco let it go with a bang. He then opened it again for himself.
What possessed him to insult her like that every time he saw her? He gulped and contented himself with staring at
the back of her head as he watched her from the "Potions and Magical Spells" section of the library.
***
Part II coming soon! Please review and be kind, this is my first fic.