He looked up from his notes. She was sitting next to Neville Longbottom, a row ahead of his, her quill scratching away at the piece of parchment set out in front of her. She sat upright and looked down at her work. Apparently content with it, she looked up at Professor Snape. He was sitting at his desk working on something. She pulled out another piece of parchment and started to doodle, her heading resting on her left hand. He looked to his right at Crabbe who had only three lines to his 10 inches. He looked back at her. She was still drawing, her left hand now playing with a piece of her hair. He sighed and went back to his work.
"Turn in your notes and then you can leave." Snape said about 15 minutes later. He got up to turn in his paper. When he walked past where she had been sitting, he looked down to see what she had been drawing. It was the Slytherin insignia. Perfectly drawn. Why was she drawing the sign of Syltherin when she was a Gryffindor? He paused for a moment to stare in awe at it before she came back.
"Can I help you?" she asked. Startled, he looked up at her. He handed his notes to Goyle who had just walked by.
"Turn these in for me." he turned back to her, "I don't know if you can. I was just admiring your drawing, it's very good."
"Thank you." she said, almost smiling at him. She grabbed her things and left.
"Oh yeah, and I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me to the Three Broomsticks next Hogsmeade visit. Bloody hell, Malfoy! What's wrong with you?!" he muttered under his breath while gathering his own belongings
He sat down at the Slytherin table and looked down at his plate. He wasn't really hungry any more. He looked over at the Gryffindor table to try and find her. He did. She was sitting with Fred and George Weasley laughing at one of their cheesy jokes. She had a great smile. He blushed and looked back down at his plate. He began pushing the food around with his fork, resting his head on his hand. He had never felt this way about any one before. Well, maybe a few times before, but never this strongly. He looked at her again. What was it about her that made him feel this way? Maybe it was her waist-length, black hair, which today she had pulled back into a loose pony-tail. Maybe it was her great smile, great laugh, and beautiful bright blue eyes. But she was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin. He looked back down at his plate burning a hole through it with his gaze. That was probably reason enough for her to hate him. But she couldn't have hated Slytherins too much. She had drawn the sign of Slytherin perfectly, memorizing every detail. He had thought that odd. And when he had talked to her she hadn't called him a git or told him off. He looked up at her at her again. She had been listening to Neville, nodding every once in awhile. She glanced at him and noticed him staring at her. His first instinct was to look away, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. She smiled at him. He smiled back, a sort of sheepish smile. She looked back at Neville continued their conversation. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed him smile at her but no one had. He looked down at his plate and realized his appetite had returned.