AN: So, this is the first fanfic I actually wrote for the fun of it (one was an assignment for English class…) So, I love all reviews, but please be gentle anyone who actually reads this, you're amazing, and now I'll shut up and get to the story….
Draco looked around the Great Hall, unable to believe he had taken, urgh, Pansy, to the Yule Ball. He saw all of the dancers, and as his lip curled in disgust at the unsophisticated behavior of his classmates, Granger caught his eye. She was dancing with Krum, smiling and looking the happiest he had ever seen her. Then again, usually when he saw her, she had a reason to be unhappy, as he was constantly calling her Mudblood and generally being horrible. Tonight, though, she looked absolutely stunning. He felt butterflies in his tummy when he saw her (AN: AVPM anyone?) and suddenly wished he was the reason for that smile….
He was brought back to Hogwarts by Pansy's cla-I mean, hand, on his arm, and whiny voice in his ear. "Drakey, let's dance. Look, even the Mudblood is having fun! Honestly, if SHE is being treated better on her date, you need to do something! I mean, I've gone out with most of the worthy guys here" At this he saw her side-glance at him. "But while you know you're my favorite, maybe I should just find one of them!" Feeling anger rising up in him, Draco turned to her and snapped "Maybe you should if you're just going to bitch all night and try to make me jealous by telling me about the number of guys you've slept with! Don't even talk about upholding pureblood honor or any of that crap to me, Pansy, when we all know soon enough there will be a new little Parkinson coming along and you won't remember who's the father of the little bastard, so you'll claim it's pureblood. Leave me alone and just go find the future father somewhere else, because you sure as hell won't here."
At this outburst, Pansy looked at him with tears in her eyes and soundlessly ran away, "probably to go find some unlucky guy to let of steam with" Draco thought.
Once again, almost of their own will, he felt his eyes drift toward Granger, who was now dancing crazily with Krum and laughing at something he bent down to whisper in her ear. He felt an inexplicable anger in him, an urge to hurt Krum. Shaking himself, he went to go get drinks, and it looked like Krum had the same idea. He glanced over and saw Granger talking to Weasel while Potter stared moodily at the dance floor, "of course, the hero must be full of angst and bitternedd" he muttered to himself while determinedly not looking at Krum for fear of trying out one of his father's favorite curses on him.
Krum glanced up and chuckled at him, then smirking at the look of irritation and confusion on Dracos face. "Something funny, Krum?" he demanded.
"You don't like me"
"Bit obvious, but how is that so funny?"
"Vell, you seemed to like me just fine until you saw me here with Herm-my-own-ninny"
"Her name is Hermione you incompetent moron, and why would I care"
He chuckled again, "I'm incompetent, yet you fail to know anything about yourself"
"What are you talking about, I know plenty about me"
"Not about your feelings"
"Excuse me?"
"You're obviously in love with her"
At this, Dracos made a noise somewhere between a choke and snort and quickly walked away, hurrying out of the Great Hall, hoping to get back to the dormitories unchallenged. Instead, he saw Hermione in a heated argument with Weasel. "Wait-when did she become Hermione? Always has been, fool, you know you have to force yourself to insult her, you know what Pansy would do to her if showed anything other than hate to her" Frowning as Weaslbee stormed off with Potter in tow, he tentatively walked towards a sobbing Hermione.
