Disclaimer: I don't own Draco or Hermione or anything that pertains to the HP series...if I did, I'd be one very happy camper. This is my 1st attempt at a D/Hr fic.
Draco was in his room with his sketchbook. No one knew how much he enjoyed drawing beautiful things...especially Hermione Granger. He sat imagining how it would be to be on a date with her, him saying something funny and watching her smile and knowing it was he who made her smile. He took out his pencil and began to draw a lake and a tree. Under the tree staring dreamily at the lake was Hermione. She was wearing a tank top and a skirt. In her hand she was holding a Rose. Off to the other side of the lake he had sketched a tall figure that was staring at Hermione, with a matching rose in his hand. The figure had a broad chest and once he added some color, platinum hair and gray eyes. He smiled to himself as he tucked the sketchpad under his bed and headed to get dinner. He was walking by himself, which was unusual because almost everywhere he went his cronies Crabbe and Goyle followed. But he liked walking by himself...he didn't feel as crowded and it gave it chance to think...think about Hermione. And he was doing just that as he crashed into someone.
"Ahhhh!!" Hermione cried as she looked around her to discover the potion bottles broken.
"Watch where you're going next time!" Draco hissed as he pulled himself up and straightened his robes.
"Me? You're the one who was bumped into me, you insolate prat" Hermione said as she took out her wand. She uttered "Reparo" and the bottles instantly mended.
"How dare you speak to me like that, you dumb little mudblood!" Draco said with loathe dripping from his voice.
Hermione had her wand raised to duel, and that would have been it for Draco. Because in his daze, he had forgotten to pick up his wand.
Hermione noticed this and pointed her wand at him with a glee in her face. "So you forgot your wand eh? I could hex you into next week and there wouldn't be anything you could do about it."
Draco just stood there and stared. She has a point, so he didn't dare insult her again. He was bracing himself for the worst when suddenly she put her wand back inside her robe and picked up her potions and proceeded to the Gryffindor common room. She saw his look of confusion and simply said "why waste a good hex on you, even thought you badly deserve it" and left.
Wow...she didn't hex me. I thought I wouldn't have any arms left, but she didn't do anything! He then went into the dining room for the feast that was known as dinner. The only seat left at the Slytherin table was next to Pansy Parkinson. He sighed to himself and braced himself for the wrath known as Pansy.
Hermione walked ten steps then stopped dead in her tracks. I didn't hex Draco Malfoy?! I had the chance and I let it slip? What the heck am I thinking?!! She shook her head as she put her potions down and then went to straighten herself up for dinner.
As she walked into the Dining Hall she saw Ron and Harry beck for her. They had saved her a seat. Ron, as usual, was stuffing his face like they were going to outlaw the human consumption of food. She felt a stare as she walked toward the table. She looked over her side to notice Draco giving her a hard look. But it wasn't his usual "You filthy little mudblood" look...it was more so a look of longing. But she couldn't have been right. Draco Malfoy longing for her? No way have that happened in this life time. She sat down next to Harry and Ron and smiled as she picked up her spoon, but she just couldn't shake off the feeling she got from Draco. What did that stare mean? She intended to find out, that was for sure
Please R&R! And no flamers plz.
Draco was in his room with his sketchbook. No one knew how much he enjoyed drawing beautiful things...especially Hermione Granger. He sat imagining how it would be to be on a date with her, him saying something funny and watching her smile and knowing it was he who made her smile. He took out his pencil and began to draw a lake and a tree. Under the tree staring dreamily at the lake was Hermione. She was wearing a tank top and a skirt. In her hand she was holding a Rose. Off to the other side of the lake he had sketched a tall figure that was staring at Hermione, with a matching rose in his hand. The figure had a broad chest and once he added some color, platinum hair and gray eyes. He smiled to himself as he tucked the sketchpad under his bed and headed to get dinner. He was walking by himself, which was unusual because almost everywhere he went his cronies Crabbe and Goyle followed. But he liked walking by himself...he didn't feel as crowded and it gave it chance to think...think about Hermione. And he was doing just that as he crashed into someone.
"Ahhhh!!" Hermione cried as she looked around her to discover the potion bottles broken.
"Watch where you're going next time!" Draco hissed as he pulled himself up and straightened his robes.
"Me? You're the one who was bumped into me, you insolate prat" Hermione said as she took out her wand. She uttered "Reparo" and the bottles instantly mended.
"How dare you speak to me like that, you dumb little mudblood!" Draco said with loathe dripping from his voice.
Hermione had her wand raised to duel, and that would have been it for Draco. Because in his daze, he had forgotten to pick up his wand.
Hermione noticed this and pointed her wand at him with a glee in her face. "So you forgot your wand eh? I could hex you into next week and there wouldn't be anything you could do about it."
Draco just stood there and stared. She has a point, so he didn't dare insult her again. He was bracing himself for the worst when suddenly she put her wand back inside her robe and picked up her potions and proceeded to the Gryffindor common room. She saw his look of confusion and simply said "why waste a good hex on you, even thought you badly deserve it" and left.
Wow...she didn't hex me. I thought I wouldn't have any arms left, but she didn't do anything! He then went into the dining room for the feast that was known as dinner. The only seat left at the Slytherin table was next to Pansy Parkinson. He sighed to himself and braced himself for the wrath known as Pansy.
Hermione walked ten steps then stopped dead in her tracks. I didn't hex Draco Malfoy?! I had the chance and I let it slip? What the heck am I thinking?!! She shook her head as she put her potions down and then went to straighten herself up for dinner.
As she walked into the Dining Hall she saw Ron and Harry beck for her. They had saved her a seat. Ron, as usual, was stuffing his face like they were going to outlaw the human consumption of food. She felt a stare as she walked toward the table. She looked over her side to notice Draco giving her a hard look. But it wasn't his usual "You filthy little mudblood" look...it was more so a look of longing. But she couldn't have been right. Draco Malfoy longing for her? No way have that happened in this life time. She sat down next to Harry and Ron and smiled as she picked up her spoon, but she just couldn't shake off the feeling she got from Draco. What did that stare mean? She intended to find out, that was for sure
Please R&R! And no flamers plz.