WUT! My first Dramione fic!

I felt the need of doing one since I'm seriously obsessed with them, they're too cute :D

So anyway, I would like to know your opinion. Any critic is accepted, good or bad, I'm here to learn from my mistakes after all ^^

Well either way, ENJOY!

Why him? Oh boy, if he knew cupid he would already kick him right in his baby-like little butt. But he didn't, so he couldn't.

Damn, why the mudblood? He thought to himself as he eyed her from across the classroom. He stared as she wrote down some notes, class notes—he knew she was writing class notes, it was Hermione Granger you were talking about— Well... she looks damn good today, at least she's not so repulsive to look at...WHAT?! no! He shook his head, as if like erasing said thought from his head. Get a hold, Malfoy! It's Granger you're talking about! She then, turned to shyly look at him. He tried to stare about at her with hate, but memories of last summer flashed through his mind, making it almost impossible to hate her. He couldn't help the instant smirk that crossed his handsome features. Hermione returned the smile, and then looked away quickly, hiding the pink colour of her cheeks. She looks especially good when she blushes... He unconsciously let out a dreamy sight, which caused his two bodyguards and Pansy—his personal pain in the ass—to turn and look curiously at him.

"What?" he growled at them, then lay back on his chair, and crossed his arms around his chest. Dammit, this people... he cursed under his breath.

Flashback
Draco's POV

He walked silently down the path to the beach. After his father was sent off to Azkaban, he and his mother sought for some peace as far away from London as possible. They were now at Australia. His mother and father bought a house there before he was born, so now they were finally giving the house a use. It wasn't as big as his house from London, but he liked it better. It was nicer in lots of ways.

"Excuse me" he felt someone pulling at his shorts, he looked down to find a little girl carrying a little teddy bear. The little girl stare at him, as if analyzing him, then carried on "You are..." she analyze him again "Draco...Malfoy, right?" Draco's eyes grew slightly bigger, how on earth did this girl knew him? He got down on his heels, so to be at the same height of the girl.

"Yes, who might you be little one?" the girl rolled her eyes, almost as if it was too obvious. Lucky her Draco was in a very good mood.

"You don't know about me?" she asked surprised, Draco blinked a couple of times, confused. What was this girl talking about? Of course he didn't know about her, why would he? He shook his head, the girl sighted. "I am Hilary" the girl, then, waited for Draco to react in some sort of way, but since he did nothing but stare, she continued "Hilary Granger!" she finally screamed loosing her patience "Hermione Granger is my older sister, she attends to your school" Draco was left without words again. Damn confusion.

"Yes, I do know your sister" he finally answered. The little girl—Hilary—smiled at him. "But, why do you know me? Your sister and I...we..." he didn't want to say something as "I hate your sister for being a mudblood, therefore, you are a mudblood too so I hate you as well" he really wasn't in the mood, besides he has never hated her. "We don't get along very well" he finally decided to say.

Hilary rolled her eyes over again "I know that, she doesn't speak of you kindly the way she speaks of Harry or Ron. She actually speaks of you with rage" Draco looked at her with interest, he was not surprised by that, but he did wonder...why did she even bother to talk about him? "I've heard her talk to mom about you twice, she always cries when she does so. I don't like you for making my sister cry," she frowned at him, then proceed to continue "She also writes about you in her journal"

"Really?" he didn't know why he was so pleased to hear about it "What she writes" he knew he probably shouldn't feel this happy to know Hermione actually talked and wrote about him.

Hilary looked weirdly at him "I don't know, how am I suppose to know?"

"Don't you read her journal or something?" the girl pushed him, causing Draco to fall down. Instead of yelling at her and cursing her, he laughed. "Dammit Granger" he said between laughs.

Hilary pointed at him with her index finger "You said a bad word" Draco stood up quickly, now he was way taller than the girl.

"Where is your sister?" he asked anxiously suddenly he wanted to see her, he needed to see her.

"My sister..." Hilary eyed him suspiciously, she might be little, but she resembled her sister in so many ways. She even acted the way her sister did, which Draco personally loved.

"Yes, Hermione..." it felt weird calling her by her name rather than her surname "Where is she?"

Hilary frowned at him once again "I won't take you to her" she almost screamed, then turned her back on Draco and started walking off toward the beach. Draco didn't care if she wasn't telling him; he simply followed. After few minutes of walking, Hilary began running. Draco narrowed his eyes; she most certainly wasn't going away, the hell she was! Draco walked just a little faster, his height allowed him to easily follow the girl without the need of running or making any effort on it.

"Herms!" the little girl screamed. Draco stopped. Did the girl just called out for Hermione? The girl kept on running toward a slim figure, the figure turned. And there she was. Her hair was tight into what seemed a messy ponytail, her curls danced around her face as the wind blew. He felt like placing those little curls behind her ear. She was wearing a light, white, and transparent blouse, through it, Draco could see the bikini she was wearing. It was light blue, and damn, it fitted her real good. She also wore a rather little orange skirt. She bent down on her heels, her arms extended so for her little sister to arrive at them. Draco cursed the little girl who still ran toward Hermione, why was she running to her arms? He wanted to be held by those very same arms, but no, of course he couldn't. Damn stereotypes.

Hilary finally arrived, and when she did, Hermione held her up in her arms—the arms in which Draco wanted to be—after said scene, Hilary whispered something into her sister's ear, which caused her to violently turn her face toward Draco, who still stood frozen looking at her—he looked rather stupefy. Hermione shot him a hateful glance. Damn you Granger! I just so happen to watch over your sister all her damn way to the beach and this is what I get? Maybe he didn't intend to watch over her sister, but after all, he did.

Hermione didn't even bother to hex him or anything; she just turned and began walking away from Draco, still holding her sister. Draco burned in anger, was he being ignored? NO ONE ignored him, not even mudblood here. Who did she think she was to ignore HIM? Draco Malfoy was never ignored!

"Granger!" he screamed after her. Hilary turned to look at him, and then whispered something else into Hermione's ear. Hermione stopped, then turned. She placed Hilary on the soft sand and began walking toward Draco.

Draco smirked, that was more like it. Hermione rolled her eyes as she saw the smug smile that crossed his face.

"That is better, Granger" he added still smiling, Hermione snorted at him and once she was a few steps away from him; she stopped. Her eyes seemed annoyed, and she was definitely not coming to greet him.

"Hilary would like to thank you" she finally said not looking at him, her stare always at the sand. Draco seemed confused, why was she thanking him? He walked past Hermione and directed himself to the little girl that was now playing with the sand.

"You are very welcome, Hilary" he said patting her head. Hilary looked up, and smiled at him. Even if he didn't know why she thanked him in the first place, he thought it would be fun to play along.

"Let's go Hil" Hermione called out for her. The girl stood up and ran to her sister once again. Draco turned and watched Hermione heading the opposite way she was heading a while ago. Draco gave no big importance to it and instead sat in the spot Hilary was once sited. The wind blew a few fangs of blond hair that fell over his forehead; he closed his eyes and tried imagining Hermione sitting by his side, both watching the sunset...he opened them immediately. What the hell? Why was he even thinking of her in that way? Malfoy, the heat is sure getting to your head he nodded, as if affirming the sentences he just repeated to himself in his mind. Deep inside him, however, he knew it was not the heat, nor the cold. He has never seen her so beautiful. She looked radiant, like a goddess.

What was wrong with him?

He knew he has found her rather attractive, but that was as far as he allowed himself to go, and now...he was even aiming for them to watch the sunset together, all romantic bullshit. He sighted. He was screwed.

He stood up slowly, then headed his way home. Thoughts of Hermione wouldn't leave his mind. But he didn't care, he didn't even force them out the way he would normally do. He just allowed them to stay. He liked them there where they were, maybe because he knew she could be with him in the infinity of his imagination. At least there was a place where they could be together.

Soo yeah, that was my attempt to a Dramione fic... epic fail

Well I hope I get better at the next chapter, lol.

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Thanks for reading.

~SHSU18