Love has No Limits
Chapter 1 – A New Opinion
Hermione sat down at the long Gryffindor table with her two friends Harry and Ron. They were now entering their fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In years past they had done everything together, such as getting past 3-headed dogs, opening the Chamber of Secrets, helping a wanted criminal escape, and help Harry to live through the Tri-wizard tournament. With all these adventures in the past Hermione was anxious to see what was to happen this year. Her fluffy brown hair fell into her eyes as the nervous first years lined up to get sorted.
Professor Mcgonagall called out the first name , 'Bradley, John' the kid slowly dragged his feet up to the stool where the sorting had sat. The hat barely touched his head when it yelled out 'Gryffindor!' A loud chorus of applause came from one of the middle tables as the now beaming first-year skipped happily to his house table. The sorting went on until finally 'Zipper, Kelsey.' Who was sorted into Slytherin.
The headmaster stood up to give his speech. Hermione, the one in the trio who normally listens to everything professors had to say suddenly turned her head to the Slytherin table, known for producing more dark wizards than any other house. A bright sea of blue suddenly filled her head. She was looking into Draco Malfoys eyes. Draco was Harry's worst enemy, they had a rivalry since the day they set foot in the castle. This wasn't right, she wasn't supposed to be getting these butterflies in her stomach, she was supposed to hate him.
Across the hall Draco felt someone looking at him he looked up just in time to see Hermione Grangers face flush and her soft eyes flutter down to look at the table. Why hadn't he noticed those eyes before? He continued to stare longingly at her delicate face wondering that maybe … if she wasn't friends with that Potter, maybe they could have something. A smile crawled across his face thinking that she could be his. He could be the one to hold her when she is crying, when she need someone. The smile faded as quickly as it came, there was another problem. His father would never approve of her, she was a muggle born. This thought lingered in his head.
'Oh well,' he thought. 'It's not like I had a chance with her anyway.'
'Now it's time for you all to go to bed!' Dumbledore bellowed.
Draco pulled himself out of the bench and with one last look at Hermione slipped down into the dungeons, his thoughts on her for the rest of the night.