~~~Hermione's perspective

In the great hall, he caught my eye. We were all sitting at our house tables; eating our first dinner at Hogwarts of the year. The ceiling's stars were brighter than ever, making the atmosphere even more settling and warming. The battle of Hogwarts was over, and the school had been rebuilt after the horrifying damages. All the 7th years who took part in the battle last year had all received letters from Hogwarts asking us to attend another year, to study for our NEWTS which we missed the chance of taking in the previous year. These exams are important for our future, so we were offered a chance to retake them. We are now called "8th years", a temporary extra year put in place. Looking over at the Slytherin table, I saw that boy, with the bleach blonde hair, and that evil, brooding look on his face, which surprisingly seemed rather cute. I lent my elbow onto the table and rested my head on my hand, staring in his direction. Draco was eating his food so beautifully, whilst his bright blue eyes glistened under the light of the stars. He looked over, and smiled. Why did he smile?! I quickly moved my head, and focused on him through the corner of my eye, hoping he didn't notice I was actually staring at him. As soon as I noticed he wasn't looking in my direction anymore, I quickly snapped back into focusing on what he was doing. For some reason he seemed to have changed. A lot. Matured. He was a lot more "buff" than he used to be. His jaw had got wider. So had his shoulders. Clearly puberty had taken over and finally done well. His hair. Wow, his hair. To be honest, I actually longed to run my fingers through his gorgeous blonde hair.

"Ummm, Hermione?" Ron asked, putting his arm around my waist.

I snapped out of it instantly, but acted a little dazed. "Wh-wha-what?"

"'Mione, you've been acting strange, you were acting as if you were in another world. You haven't even touched the food on your plate. What were you doing?"

"Oh, ummm, nothing. Just…. Thinking."

"Thinking about what exactly?" he asked, twiddling around with the strands of my hair.

"Stuff."

What has come over me? Draco was a death eater and had been serving the Dark Lord. He always called me the most horrible names such as "Mudblood", and is basically our worst enemy. I can't be attracted to him! It would never work out! I have a boyfriend!

"Oh, right. You know, you can tell me anything. I'm your boyfriend now. We've done a lot of thingsover the past few months, since 7th year finished"

Ron did that cute winky face at me.

"And a lot of them meant we can share each other's feelings. Therefore if you have anything on your mind, I'll always be here for you."

He gave me a small, short, passionate kiss on the cheek. I rested my head on his shoulder and said "Ron, I do love you. You took my virginity, and I loved that night, and you were my first proper kiss."

"I love you too, my gorgeous 'Mione. That night I lost my virginity too, so we're both even. Now, eat."

I wasn't hungry at all, but with Ron right by my side, I couldn't get away with not eating dinner.

~~~Draco's perspective

First day of 8th year. I really didn't want to be back, to be honest, but my mother really wanted to make sure I have proper qualifications. My father told her before he got sent to Azkaban for working alongside the Dark Lord that his wish was for me to work for the Ministry, just like he did. Of course, I will try my hardest, but to be honest, I really do not care. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting either side of me at the Slytherin house table in the great hall. They were being their usual dumb selves and were trying to work out where the food came from. "I wonder where a chicken comes from" I heard one of them say. Seriously, they get on my nerves. I looked over at the Gryffindor table. Granger was just walking over to her seat next to her two best friends: Potter and Weasley, as per usual. For some reason, she had been on my mind ever since the battle of Hogwarts. She is actually beautiful! Her hair wasn't a horrible curly, knotty mess anymore, but gorgeously wavy with a cute little bounce to it. Obviously she had worked out the spell which makes your hair perfect, and how you want it to be. She was wearing a short skirt, with bare legs, which I couldn't stop staring at. They were unbelievably sexy! They were the perfect shape, no wobbles, and no hairs. Her skirt was shorter than she used to wear; this year it was just below her arse cheeks, and gripped her tightly around the waist, optimizing how slim she was. Her blouse was properly fitted now, and it gripped her in all the right places. Her boobs were surprisingly big for a bookworm. I guess she was trying to look better now she had a boyfriend [Weasley]. Oh how I longed to run my hands down her hot body. I could feel myself drooling, but I didn't really care. She was so pretty. As she sat down, I looked away, to ensure I wasn't seen looking at her; Draco Malfoy, a Pureblood, attracted to a Mudblood. Oh I would be gossip of the century! My family would disown me! I decided to pay attention to Crabbe and Goyle again, and start eating some of the food I had piled on my plate. Halfway through eating, I felt like I was being watched. Not by my friends, but someone else. By someone who really shouldn't be looking my way. I looked over at the Gryffindor table again, only to find Granger staring over at me. I gave her a smile. SHIT, I really shouldn't smile. She might suspect something. She quickly looked away, and so did I. I could sense she had got back into the same position and had starting looking over at me again. I ignored it, I couldn't risk any more. I overheard her and Weasley speaking to each other. The odd word I could understand, but nothing really made sense from what I had heard. I turned my head, and saw Weasley kissing her on the cheek. I couldn't physically look at them anymore. Oh how I wish it was me doing that to her.