Welcome to my new fanfiction! :D Okay, so, I got the idea for this from reading about how J.K. Rowling was thinking about how she almost paired up Draco and Hermione, rather than Ron and Hermione, and I was reminded of reading that when I was watching A Very Potter Musical. Hence, the name of the fanfic, Granger Danger(for anyone who doesn't know, that's the name of the song Ron and Draco sing about Hermione at the Yule Ball. :D). If you don't support this pairing, then I suggest you hit the back button now. 'Kay, I think that was long enough of a disclaimer. xD ON WITH THE STORY!
Draco's POV.
I walked down the hall, my black robes wafting out behind me like icy black wind. It was my fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the Yule Ball wasn't far away. And I still hadn't asked anyone. I was thinking strongly of Pansy Parkinson, my best "friend," if that's what you want to call it. I could tell she was madly in love with me, but I wasn't sure how to ask her. I'd probably just go straight to the point. Suddenly, Pansy passed me. Now was my chance to ask her. "Hey, Pansy," I called after her. "I need to ask you something." She turned and looked at me. "Sure, what is it?" she asked, walking towards me. This was it. "Uhm, so… I was thinking… Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?" I asked, not even nervous, and honestly just sounding like it. "Really? Sure! I'd love to!" Pansy responded, beaming, which was really new for her, and made me wonder how long she had been waiting for me to ask her. "Great. See you then." I said and walked away, not exactly sure what else to say to her other than that. I walked through the corridors, seeing people being asked, people being rejected, and people hoping to be asked. And then, there was one girl, sitting at a window, the light reflecting off her bushy curls, a ginormous book in her hands; Hermione Granger. I could tell she could care less about the Yule Ball, and cared a whole lot more on her studies. Filthy Mudblood… Though, just then, Ron Weasley walked over to her.
Hermione's POV.
I looked up from my book to see a familiar red-head standing over me. "Hi, Ron." I said with a smile, placing my book mark between the page I was on and the next one, and closed my book. He looked nervous. "What's up?" I asked, wondering why he was acting so strange. "Well… Uhm… I was wondering… But, if you don't, that's fine… But… Well… Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?" Ron stuttered, his face turning as red as his hair. "Oh, uh, sure!" I said, taken aback, probably blushing as much as him. All I could tell was that there were butterflies in my stomach, my heart was caught in my throat, and I was smiling like mad. "Really? That's great! Well, more than great! Excellent! Well, uh, I'll see you then." he said. I could tell he wasn't sure what to say. I set my book down and hugged him before he could think about running away in fear. I could tell he was taken aback, but he eventually wrapped his strong arms around me. "I can't wait." I said, a huge smile refusing to leave my face.
Draco's POV.
I couldn't stop staring at what I was seeing. When did this happen? And why did I feel so weird about it? I had never had this feeling before, and I wasn't sure what to call it… It was kind of… Angry? Was that the word? I didn't know. It was just strange, and I wasn't sure what to think of it, so I just ran off to the Slytherin common room. I sat in an emerald green armchair near the fire, deep in thought, still trying to figure out this feeling, and why I had gotten it. It was too strange, and I didn't like it. I just wanted it to go away! I ran my fingers through my white-blond hair, making it messy, a few strands hanging in my grey eyes. I really needed to think things through and get rid of this feeling...