Wizard Love

A/N: Inspired by a youtube song called Wizard Love.

She knew she shouldn't. She shouldn't like him, nonetheless like him as a crush! But he would always draw her gaze to him, as if she were under a spell, which she could have been. But it was something that was much stronger than a simple spell could have done.

She was at the Quidditch match, it was Gryffindor versus Slytherin. She was outwardly cheering for Gryffindor; her house team. But inside, she was screaming for Slytherin to win. The match was a great excuse for her to watch him on his Nimbus. It took her breath away to see how fast and skilled he is at flying. She could never fly like that, in fact, she petrified of flying.

Draco Malfoy caught the Snitch. Slytherin won the match! Everybody who was cheering them on, stood up, screaming in excitement. She almost stood up to cheer, but then remembered that half of her friends played on the Gryfffindor team. She looked over to see the Slytherin team lifting Draco up in the air, chanting his name. A ghost of a smile appeared on her face.

The Gryffindors went on up to the common room, while she went up to th library. She knew that the common room was going to be noisy, and she wanted to get some extra work done for her classes. Time just flew by for her. Madam Pince had to shoe her out of the library.

She blew out a sigh, just noticing how tired she actually was. That is when she bumped into something, and fell down to the ground. She looked down at the hard ground she landed on, and saw shoes standing in front of her. She ran right into somebody!

"Granger?" Great, she knew that voice anywhere. Is it wrong that she liked the way he teased her? To know that he even though sometimes he said cruel words to her, it meant that he was paying more attention to her than any other girl. But for some reason, his cruelty had recently decreased.

"Malfoy," she responded to his greeting. Her eyes widened in shock, as he out stretched his hand to her. She blushed as she took hold of his slightly calloused hand. As he hauld her up from the ground, their eyes locked. His gaze became too intense for her, causing her to look down for a moment. "Good match, today," she complimented.

He rubbed the back of his neck, and looked up at the ceiling. "Thanks." There was an awkward pause. They didn't know what to say to each other, they have never really been civil to each other like this before. "Well, see you in class," Draco said, dismissing their encounter, and making an escape.

From then on, Draco Malfoy's cruel comments and jokes stopped. He would merely just give Hermoine a small polite nod. And whenever Harry or Ron was suspicious about Draco's actions, Hermoine would just comment about how Malfoy might be trying to change. Then her mind would be on him for quite some time.

A month an a half after their encounter, Gryffindor and Slytherin had another Quidditch match. And just like the last, Slytherin won. That is when it happened. Hermoine was one of the last people to leave the benches. She was heading back to the common room, when somebody had caught her wrist. Absentmindedly, a smile formed on her lips.

"Granger, can I speak to you for a moment?" Draco Malfoy asked the intelligent Gryffindor. He knew his palms were sweaty, but he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys don't care about things like that.

"Sure, what is it Draco?" Hermoine beckoned him to continue. Both of their eyes widen, surprised that his given name slipped off her tongue like that. It both sounded and felt right when she had said his name.

He smiled at the fact that she said his name. It gave him more courage to say ask what he wanted to, not like a Malfoy would back down from anything because of a stupid thing such as nerves. So, he went for it. "Would you like to grab a butter beer with me, this weekend?" He asked, asking her out on a date.

"Yeah, that would be nice," she smiled happily at him.

END.