He wasn't used to being confused or uncertain. It simply wasn't within his nature. All his life he had known exactly who he was and what he wanted. He was Draco Malfoy, a pureblood wizard from one of the best and oldest wizarding families in England. Since he had been young all he had wanted was power, respect and to make his father proud of him. But somehow he was finding himself more and more confused and nothing quite made sense anymore. And because of what? A girl? Draco put his head in his hands and clenched his eyes shut. This couldn't be happening to him.
She was in just the same predicament as he was. She had never felt so confused in all her life. She had been shocked to find out she was a witch. Other than that she had always known exactly who she was. She made goals and then she achieved them. This goal though…Hermione knew it could never work. She tried to banish him from her mind and she bent over her papers again. As his face infiltrated her every thought she threw her quill down and cried, "Why do I even care?"
It had all started two years ago, fourth year, in potions of all places. Hermione couldn't believe she'd allowed herself to fall in love in potions class. How completely unromantic was that? But it had happened. Slowly, and nearly imperceptibly, she had realized she didn't hate him quite so much as she thought…
A/N: First time doing this ship and I'm EXCITED! Please review. Loves.
