Unthinkable Thoughts

By Bethezda

A/N: I have a few stories going on at once. I will try to update soon.

A view inside Hermione Granger's mind:

Draco is just so aggravating! Does his arrogance never subside? Oh, how he irks me. Not only does he exhibit qualities of a Slytherin (particularly hatred of muggle-borns), but he never fails to come up with a snide remark. Sometimes I wish I was that witty. Oh, no did I just say that? I just can't have anything positive to say about him, can I? Look at me, questioning myself. I am Hermione Granger, and I DON'T have feelings for Draco Malfoy.

Chapter One

"Ah, it's good to be back at Hogwarts," I sighed as I walked through the doors to the Great Hall with one of my two best friends, Ron Weasley. We were in our sixth year and had only one year left to go. Harry had not yet arrived, but I was sure he would be here soon. We took a seat at the Gryffindor House table, anxious to get on with the feast.

"What's Malfoy looking so smug about?" Ron said, pointing towards the Slytherin table, where Draco Malfoy was smiling in a manner that indicated he was up to no good. I just shrugged. We would probably find out sooner or later.

Not very much later, the Sorting Hat began to sing. Its song was quite unsettling, warning us to stick together in the great perils to come. Immediately after that, Professor McGonagall brought out an old stool and began sorting first years into Houses.

Somewhere in between the Sorting Hat's cries, there was an eruption at the end of our table. Seamus Finnigan, a boy in our year, never could get his wand to work right. While trying to impress a new first year who had been sorted into our House, he made his drink explode and soak the poor first year. I rolled my eyes. McGonagall ignored the outburst and continued sorting.

Soon, the Sorting Hat had gone through all the first years and the feast began. I began to worry. Harry still hadn't showed up yet. I was about to voice my concerns to Ron when the feast began. We were just moving on to dessert when the doors to the Great Hall opened and Harry entered, led by our potions master, Severus Snape. Neither one of them looked happy.

Oh, boy, I thought. Harry's face was covered in blood from the nose down. "What happened?" I asked as he sat down.

"Malfoy…" Harry began. "Tell you later."

I shouldn't have needed to ask. Of course it was Malfoy. No wonder he had looked so smug. I would make him pay for this. I shot him a look of daggers. He just laughed and clutched his nose. He was mocking me! God, he was so aggravating! He needed to be taught a lesson. Maybe I should have backed off, but I was just so angry. I took a few calming breaths and turned towards Harry.

"You missed most of the feast, Harry," Ron mumbled with a mouth full of treacle tart. Harry paid no mind to that, digging into the array of foods before him like a starving man. He had only taken a few bites when the food disappeared.

"Prefects!" Our headmaster raised his voice above all of the noise in the room. "Lead the first years to the dormitories, if you will."

"That's our cue," I said grudgingly as I stood. "You will tell us later, won't you, Harry?"

"Of course."

I got up and called, "Gryffindor first years! Follow me, please!" As I walked away, I wondered what I was going to do with Malfoy.