Disclaimer: I have black hair. J. has blonde. Therefore, I'm not J.K. Rowling and I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: Bonjour! I wrote this because I just thought one day: My OTP is Dramione…why haven't I written anything Dramione, then? So I took out my laptop and started typing and this is the one-shot I came up with. It's just for fun! So enjoy :)

Draco Malfoy did what he had been doing for a week, at least. He gazed upon Hermione Granger (or Mudblood know-it-all as he liked to call her) and observed her. Simply observed her with no hatred or any such feeling.

He noticed how her hair was so much less bushier than it had been in their first year and how it cascaded down her slender back in pretty brown curls. He also saw how her eyes were always so bright, despite being brown, it was almost blinding. He didn't fail to see how petite and prett –okay looking she was now, in their sixth year.

Draco then realized what he was thinking and scolded and cursed himself.

This, exactly, was what had been happening for the past week or so. He admired Granger at the Gryffindor table at mealtimes, then he scolded himself and vowed never to do it again and then much to his dismay, thought about her the entire day. Not that these thoughts were necessarily pleasant. Most of them were bitter blaming Granger for his recent ignorance to studies but sometimes, just sometimes, he briefly allowed himself to think that Granger was not that bad a person, after all. But then he would regret it immediately, shuddering at the image of what his father would say if he knew. As much as Draco hated the man who claimed to be his father, he wasn't on his own yet. Just a couple more years and Draco would show him.

Everyday, this exact same thing happened and Draco was getting slightly sick of this entire process. He didn't know what had caused this, neither was he curious. He wasn't sure if he'd like the answer. It had just happened gradually…

Draco wasn't saying he was madly in love with Granger. Merlin, no! He still hated her (he doubted that would ever change) and he enjoyed bugging her but he guessed he was finding her less and less infuriating every time he laid eyes on her. He was slowly acknowledging her silent, bookwormish beauty which few people seemed to notice.

Take Weasley for example. She was right in front of him and he was daft enough not to grab at the opportunity (not that Draco thought of women like that. Just saying). That is what Slytherins were all about: never miss an opportunity. You don't want to regret anything later.

If Draco were in Weasley's place, he would've made a dash at Granger before Victor Krum could even stammer a word to her and claim her heart… but maybe that's why Weasley wasn't in Slytherin. Not to mention the fact, he didn't have an ounce of cunningness in him and Draco was thankful to God for that.

He didn't think Potter would ever have feelings for Granger, he was far too much infatuated with Weasley Junior. It was written all over his face. The idiot was so pathetically lovesick, Draco almost pitied him. ALMOST. But Ginny never noticed. Draco thought, perhaps, being stupid as a rock was a Weasley trait.

But anyway, this particular morning, while Draco was observing Granger (that's what he told himself), she caught his eye. Their eyes locked for a nanosecond too long and they both looked away instantly. The same thing happened for the next eight days…the nanoseconds increasing to microseconds to milliseconds to seconds to finally half a minute.

Draco was getting quite used to it and looked forward to it. It was like something secret and special between him and Granger. Last night, he had even flashed a smirk her way and believe it or not, she had looked rather flushed. Because of anger or something else, Draco did not want to know.

On the ninth day though, at breakfast when Granger refused to look at him and start their secret little staring competition, Draco knew something was wrong. Either she simply chose to ignore him or she had told Potter and Weasley and they were now waiting to beat him to a pulp the moment he stepped outside of the Great Hall and sure enough, they were nowhere to be seen. There was just Granger and mini- Weasley, chatting animatedly.

Draco gulped nervously. He suddenly realized he was eating his breakfast slower than usual, not in a hurry to leave. At all. Not if it could save his pretty face. But no matter how slowly he ate, his breakfast had to finish sometime. He took a deep breath and headed for the exit.

As soon as he stepped out, he expected his nose to start bleeding any moment or have one of his teeth knocked out. But surprisingly, no such thing happened. Instead, he heard footsteps and saw Granger emerge , her ponytail flying behind her.

She took one of his arms and pinned him against the hard and cold wall. She looked up at him dangerously, hot fire in her otherwise kind eyes.

"Oooh," Draco hooted, "Nice, Granger. Never knew you were so straightforward."

She pushed him harder against the stone wall and Draco could swear she had superhuman strength.

"Shut up! Tell me, why are you doing it?" she asked, her voice deathly low.

He looked at her lazily, one of his eyebrows raised, "Excuse me?"

"Oh, stop pretending! Why do you keep looking at me, Malfoy? What has your evil mind been plotting this time?" she asked.

She obviously didn't expect him to answer so easily because she looked rather taken aback when he drawled, "You're pretty, Granger. And I'm a teenage boy. Of course I stare. You ought to be used to it by now."

She took a sudden step back and gaped at him. She had been expecting a hex and not a…compliment.

Draco seemed to be liking the effect his words were having on her.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked, disbelief evident in her voice.

He put up her hands and said seriously, "Wouldn't dare."

"But then…" she wondered loudly, "no one else stares…" then she noticed the devilish grin playing on Malfoy's lips and she knew. She just knew.

She hit his arm (not hard, he noticed) and exclaimed, "Draco Malfoy! You never learn, do you?"

At that, he started cracking up clutching his stomach.

"It's not funny, Malfoy," she said but then seemed to think better of it and mumbled, "I'm going to class."

"Aw come on Granger!" Draco called, "I was just playing…you're awfully gullible, you know?"

"Oh, I'm sure," she muttered as she pushed past him to go to the dungeons for Potions.

Malfoy of course, being an insufferable git, followed her. All the way, he passed comments at her which she expressionlessly ignored, primly making her way to his favourite class.

When they finally reached the dungeon door, both stood still and silent, Draco out of comments and Hermione out of breath. Hermione glared at him. Malfoy, just gleefully grinned.

"Go away," she said, "You're making me uncomfortable."

"Obviously. I have that effect on women but most seem to enjoy it," he said stroking his chin as if in deep thought.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Shut up," she said, irritated, "You're such a prat."

She made a move to enter the dungeons but Draco grabbed her arm in a swift motion and pulled her awfully close to him, their faces just inches apart. She stared up at him, shocked and a strange kind of tingling going up her body. His metallic grey eyes looked into her chocolate brown ones, a small smile on his face but instead of going for her lips, he leaned and gently kissed her cheek and whispered softly in her ear, "I'll be in the Astronomy Tower."

With a flirtatious wink, Draco Malfoy bounded up the stairs, leaving a very confused Hermione Granger behind.

Fin!

A/N: I could continue this if ya'll want...but no guarantees! ;) And I know the characters were really OOC in here but of course they were! I'm not J.K. Rowling :P