Hello! This is my first story on fanfiction. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. If I was I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. I would have made Draco and Hermione get together:) or Hermione and Blaise.

Chapter 1

I saw him as I was heading to lunch. His blonde hair as pale as his skin and his eyes like two gray thunderstorms. Draco Malfoy: Slytherin house. His robes swept the floor. They were identical to mine except they had green and silver with a serpent while mine had red and gold with a lion. I brushed my bushy brown hair away from my chocolate brown eyes. My skin was pale, but not as pale as his and freckles lightly danced across my nose. Total opposites. But opposites attract right?

"Hermione," my best friend Harry Potter said, "Come on." He dragged me to the Gryffindor table. I looked back to where Draco had been a moment ago, but it was empty. I sighed and sat on the bench across from Harry and my other best friend Ron Weasley. Ron was eating a plate of pizza, chicken nuggets, fries, macaroni and cheese, and chocolate pudding.

"So Hermione what did you get on the Charms quiz?' Ron asked with his mouth overflowing with chocolate pudding. I swear he was a human vacuum. I knew he knew the answer, but I told him anyway.

"An O+ of course," I replied eating a fry absentmindedly without really tasting it. Watching him eat usually made me lose my appetite.

"Hello Ron," Lavender Brown greeted.

"Hey Lav," Ron smiled. He kissed her passionately. The kiss made fireworks. I looked away embarrassed. It wasn't like I liked Ron. Sure his messy head of fire, blue eyes, and freckles were cute, but I don't like him. I'll admit I liked him once, but not anymore. He is a good friend and I want him and Lavender to be together.

I looked over at Harry. He shrugged and grabbed an apple. His eyes grew and then glared at something behind me. After years of knowing Harry I could tell who was behind me. He pushed his glasses up and took a bite of his apple.

"Potter," Draco sneered.

"Malfoy," Harry said not really paying attention.

"Still hanging out with trash I see," he said.

"Actually the only trash I see is me hexing you into a trash can," Harry mused. Draco's cheeks turn a faint shade of pink with fury and embarrassment.

"You'll pay for that!" Draco exclaimed pulling out his wand. Harry stood up with his already in his hand. He brushed his messy jet black hair away from his eyes. You could see a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt usually hidden by his bangs.

"BOYS STOP!" I yelled standing up and putting myself in between them. They glared at each other venomously. People from every table stopped talking to watch and see what was happening. I held my head high as they pointed their wands at me.

"Whatever," Draco mumbled and stalked off. After a few seconds people started talking like there wasn't going to be a duel with me in the middle. I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I sat down. My cheeks were burning. It wasn't from standing up in front of everyone. I did that on a daily basis. It was standing up for myself when Draco was making fun of me. At least he didn't call me anything worse than trash today.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked concerned.

"I'm fine," I reassured him. I watched as Draco sulked back to his seat in defeat. That should undermine his China sized ego. At least I didn't break his nose like I did third year. I giggled at the memory.

"Hermione's finally lost it. I knew reading too much books would finally catch up with her," Ron said. I looked back at him. Lavender had left to go sit with her friends.

"No I haven't. I was just remembering the time I punched Malfoy in the nose," I explained. He started laughing.

"I remember that! How could I forget? That was an amazing punch," he praised.

"Thanks," I said. After ten minutes of Ron reenacting the punch and adding ridiculous sound affects, I looked over at the Slytherin table. Draco was getting up. My eyes followed him as he walked out of the huge wooden doors. He was up to something.

"I'll meet you guys in Transfiguration," I said abruptly. Ron was in the middle of punching for the tenth time. I grabbed my bag and Ron continued as if I didn't interrupt him. He made it sound more dramatic than it was.

I burst through the doors into complete silence. The only sound I could hear was my own breathing. And footsteps running down the hall. I followed, walking like I was in a spy movie that my dad loved to watch. The running suddenly stopped. So did my breathing. I rounded the corner. Nothing. I looked around in confusion. No one was there.

"Looking for something?" a voice behind me asked. I jumped and turned around. Draco.

"Actually yes. What are you doing out here?" I asked. He thought about this for a second.

"Getting away from everything," he replied, "What are you doing here Mudblood?" Mudblood. He used the word so much I only felt a little hurt.

"I don't think that's any of your business. But if you must know I was seeing what you were doing. It's not every day you see someone acting suspicious. You looked like you were trying to be a spy," I said. His eyes seemed to bore into mine.

"Granger, what the heck is a spy?" he asked.

"Sorry. It's a muggle thing," I said.

"You shouldn't have followed me," he whispered. His faced turned into a hard mask. I became angry.

"Whatever. You're just a stupid pureblood. I knew I shouldn't have come," I growled.

"Then why did you?" he asked. He started walking towards me. I backed up, and my back hit the ice cold wall. He was going to hex me or worse for sure. And he would enjoy it too. After all I was just a filthy Mudblood. Trash. Nothing worthwhile. He was closing the space between us. Pretty soon his body was up against mine. I had nowhere to run and I was scared out of my mind. But not for the logical reason. I was scared because I didn't want him to hear my beating heart beat faster every second. My cheeks were burning even more than last time. I hated to blush especially in front of him. He grabbed my wrist. His hands were freezing. Like eyes. And just like his eyes. Except not now. They were melted, almost warm.

Then he did the most least likely thing imaginable. He kissed me. My eyes were bugging out of my head. Then they closed. My heart was hammering in my chest faster than a hummingbird's wings, but I was in complete bliss. I put my hands in his soft platinum blonde hair. He stopped putting it back with gel. It was over too soon. He pushed me away.

"Why did you kiss me?" I asked.

"I don't know. Just don't tell anyone about what just happened," he said suddenly cold. He turned and walked away leaving me dazed staring after him. My lips still tingled from the kiss. Pansy was right. He is a good kisser. Don't worry. I wouldn't tell. I was just glad after a year of waiting he finally kissed me. Looks like wishing on shooting stars did work. Who knew?

I checked my watch. I was late for Transfiguration. I started walking down the corridors. And Draco Malfoy was always on my mind.

How was it? Should I continue? What's your favorite color? Do you prefer tacos or burritos? All these questions need answers!