A/N: This is my very first fanfic so please be nice! It doesn't really follow the books' storyline, just using the characters and setting.. This chapter is kind of short....I was going to put it as an epilogue but then said nah.. Oh well.. Please rate and review if you get a chance.. Thanks! :) xx
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, unfortunately, J.K. Rowling does..
This feels wrong……but then again it feels so right! Ah! What am I meant to do??! Like c'mon Draco is Harry's archenemy for crying out loud!! But then again…..every girl does have at least one bad boy in their repertoire……
We were both made prefects about a month ago. As prefects we spend most of our time together! We sleep in the same dorm (yes boys and girls together, the only separation depends on what year you're in!), we share the same bathroom (and what an unreal bathroom it is!) and then there's corridor duty……a task I used to dread but somehow have come to like….I wonder why that might be….
When we were first put on corridor duty, I hated the idea! Being stuck with Draco for a extra 3 hours a day??! Hell!! He didn't talk to me, I didn't talk to him, sorted! I guess we kind of always hated each other but I guess that's what people call "sexual tension". Draco always complained to the teachers..
"Why do I have to put on corridor duty with that mudblood?!" he whined to Professor Flitwick one day.
"A rota is a rota Malfoy, now get on with it," he replied sternly.
"I hate this as much as you Draco, but do you hear me complaining??! No! Now deal with it," I instructed.
For the first few days we hardly looked at each other, let alone spoke and I was fine with that. I think my little speech put him in his place. But then something changed, he started asking me all these questions, personal questions, as if he wanted to get to know me.
Girl, you're dreaming! I kept telling myself. As if a stuck-up, pure blood, god-like Slytherin would want to get to know me, a know-it-all, bushy-haired, mudblood Gryffindor!! Oh god did I just say Draco was "god-like"?! What the hell is wrong with me??! Don't tell me I'm falling for that pig-ignorant cunt! A sexy pig-ignorant cunt at that!
"Hermione, are you okay?" he inquired ever so delicately.
"Ammmm……yeah I'm fine, thanks for asking," I replied, shocked.
Whoa! He sounded like he actually….cared…
Uh-duh….if you're sick then he'd have to find a replacement for corridor duty! Sheesh….
Ugh I've always hated the voices inside my head, now more than ever!
"Okay, so where were we? Oh yeah, you were telling me your favorite subject," he said….again he sounded as if he cared!
So we got to know each other this way, asking questions. He actually seems like a really nice guy!
I kept trying to think of what had sparked the change. The only interesting thing that had happened during the week was Professor Slughorn's Slug Club party.....
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it.. I'll update soon if you like it..