Hello people! This is, let's say, my second attempt at writing my first fan fiction. I like this story so far, so I guess I will continue on this one instead. I hope you like it! Please review!
-mooshoosha
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not JK Rowling therefore I do not own anything.
Falling In Love and Other Stuff: Chapter 1, The Library
Hidden completely by a stack of books, a girl with bushy brown hair was absorbed into her book. Hermione Granger had been spending her entire afternoon in the library alone, and she loved it. There was nothing she adored more than reading in the library. Ron and Harry once said it was a little unhealthy for her to be studying and reading all the time, but Hermione doesn't care. So far, Hermione had finished five ginormous books: The Rise and Fall of Dark Arts, Understanding Astronomy, The History of Numerology, Magical Monsters, Olden Magic, and she was now reading Hogwarts: A History again for the sixth time. Parvati and Lavender swears they hear her recite the book out loud in her sleep.
"Granger," whispered someone is a singsong voice behind her. Draco Malfoy had just appeared behind her; Hermione jumped and reached for her wand.
"Pefr- oh, it's you," Hermione frowned, but lowered her wand. Ever since Hermione walked in on a shirtless Draco when he was changing after a Slytherin-Hufflepuff game, they somehow developed a strange friendship. Ron and Harry do not know, of course. Hermione knew that if they ever found out… she didn't even want to think about it.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Draco shrugged. He then pulled a chair out from the table and sat down right across from Hermione. Hermione raised her eyebrows, as if asking what he was doing, but Draco pretended like he didn't see the expression, and made himself comfortable by putting his feet on the table. He crossed his arms, smirked, and nodded at Hermione.
"What? Are you going to be standing there forever or-"
Hermione sat down before Draco could finish his sentence. She figured that maybe, just maybe, if she pretended to not care, he'll just leave. Hermione found the page where she left off, and started reading again.
"Again? You're reading that book again? I heard you could already recite the entire book in your sleep, Granger," Malfoy teased, taking his feet off the table and leaning in closer to her.
"Go away," said Hermione, not taking her eyes off her book.
"That's not so sweet," replied Draco, clutching his chest and pretended to be hurt by Hermione's words.
"Go away," repeated Hermione again.
Draco ruffled his platinum blonde hair. "But I don't wanna," he pouted. Hermione looked up, an annoying look on her face. This time, she decided not to answer. Instead, she kept quiet and continued reading.
"Where's Weasel and Potty anyways?" Draco asked.
"They're called Weasley and Potter, Malfoy. And actually, I prefer them to be called as Ron and Harry."
"But you're not answering my question, Granger."
"Quidditch practice, genius," Hermione responded sarcastically. "Where else could they be?"
Draco looked up to the window where he got a great view of the Gryffindor Quidditch team practicing. He chuckled.
"You guys are so going to lose. Look at how bad your team is."
"Hey, shut it." Hermione looked up and saw Draco with his signature smirk. She couldn't help but chuckle a little.
"Oh look, I made you laugh." Draco's smirk grew even wider, obviously proud of himself.
Hermione quickly wiped the smile off her face, "I.. er- read something funny in here,"
"Sure you did, Granger, sure you did." Draco played along and nodded seriously. "You read something funny in Hogwarts: A History."
Hermione actually liked Draco. Not in that way, but he was very fun to be around. Now that Ron and Harry were always at practice, she was often alone, and she was quite glad that she had Draco. They could talk for hours; Draco could always keep her entertained. She never told him though, but Draco was a smart guy. Draco would already know how happy he could make her be.
"Hey Hermione?" Draco suddenly asked.
"Mhmm?"
"Why is your hair so big?" Draco cocked his head to the said, acting innocent.
Hermione shot a furious look to Draco, who continued to act innocent.
"I want to touch it," Draco said as we walked over to Hermione. Her hands shot up to her head and Hermione began to madly slap away Draco's hand.
"Stay still, will you, jeez."
"NO YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY HAIR YOU EVIL LITTL-"
"Shush," He leaned in very close to her that his soft lips almost touched her skin, and then he breathed the words slowly and seductively on to her neck. That made Hermione shut up. Draco smiled smugly, realizing how pro he was at charming girls, and started to play with Hermione's bushy brown hair.
Two minutes later, Draco returned back to his seat with a pleased look on his face.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?" Hermione shouted.
"It's pretty." He smiled.
"Accio mirror," Hermione said with a flick of her wand. Seconds later, a hand mirror appeared in her hand. Hermione observed her hair; it was a beautiful, yet so simple braid. Her hair was not everywhere and not covering her face. She liked it a lot.
"How did you do that? I mean, if you're a girl, then of course I wouldn't be surprised. But you're a guy... except if you're ga-"
Draco held out his hand to stop her from saying anything else and just smiled. "First, let's just get this straight. I am NOT gay. I like girls, okay? Now, about the braid. I have a lot of free time. I can do a lot of things, dear Granger." Draco paused and stared at Hermione again. "You should wear it like this more, you know. You should show your beautiful face." Draco then reached his arm forward to brush a little strand of hair behind Hermione's ear. "Beautiful," he leaned can down on his chair and grinned as he admired his work.
It's been such a long time since anyone had called Hermione "beautiful." The word Draco simply uttered echoed in Hermione's head. He said it as if the word was not a big deal, yet Hermione can feel that he really meant it. She can't help but smile back to the face grinning at her. She felt her face warm up a little, and prayed that Draco had not noticed the blush.
I hope you liked it!
Please don't hate me if you didn't.
-mooshoosha
