FATAL ATTRACTION - PROLOGUE

Author's Note: This is my first time writing for anyone but myself. I'm not great, and I'm not bad either, haha. I hope you enjoy reading it. Leave reviews or message your opinion on tumblr. If you want to suggest something, i'll be happy to hear you out. Happy reading!

Chapter Summary: Everyone has returned for their last year at Hogwarts, Ron and Hermoine are dating, and so is Ginny and Harry. Draco is beginning to develop strong feelings for Hermoine.

Draco Malfoy couldn't stop looking across the table to steal glances at Hermoine Granger. She was perfect, anyone who thought different had to be either out of their minds or just plain stupid.

Draco would never admit it to anyone, but he was crazy about her.

Admitting someone made you feel this way, would make him seem weak. Draco Malfoy didn't do weak. He didn't do Mudbloods either. But Hermoine was so appealing it made his entire body hurt.

She scowled at him, and he realized she caught him staring at her. He looked down before she realized the pained look on his face. He hated when she looked at him like that.

He couldn't believe she'd chosen to be with that weasel. He was pathetic. Unworthy of someone like Hermoine.

He could be perfect for her.

"Draco," Goyle hit him with his elbow, "don't tell me you're staring at that Mudblood again."

Draco rolled his eyed. "Shut up Goyle." Draco growled.

Goyle snickered. "You are so pathetic."

"I said to shut up" Draco mumbled a curse under his breath.

He had to get it together or he'd lose it. His father wouldn't approve, not as if what his father thought would change anything. Draco hated his father, he was a sorry excuse for one.

He ran his fingers through his hair as he stole one last glance at her. "God help me." he muttered as he got up to follow Crabbe and Goyle to the next class.

oh gods, no again.

Hermoine felt sick. Ever since they got back to Hogwarts Draco had been staring at her. And not for split seconds, or a glance. But literally staring at her. It made her feel uneasy.

She had been able to notice more things about him. He had oceanic eyes, they were a beautiful blue-gray. He'd changed his hair, he'd left to grow and it made him look more masculine, appealing.

Hermoine had to shudder as she sat down next to Ron.

She felt sick. Her she was, practically drooling over the enemy.

"Are you all right?" Ron asked her.

Hermoine smiled up at him. "I'm great."