Hermione's POV:
'Another year of Hogwarts... Third year, already here... Still feels like the first year, though...' I thought to myself as I packed my bags for Hogwarts, thinking of only one person. one person who I had a crush on ever since I saw him: Draco Malfoy. He's just so cute. With his blond hair and his grey eyes that matched perfectly with his green Slytherin robes. I just wish he would notice me as something else.. not a 'Mudblood.'
I sighed because that's all he saw me as. I felt tears escape my eyes as I closed my suit case. Well, more like slammed it in anger. It's a sad thing, but true. I was in love with someone who would never notice me. Less likely, love me back. And I hated myself for that.
So that's what's up in boring-old-Hermione's world. My mum was calling for me. I quickly wiped the tears that were falling out of my eyes. No one needed to know I was crying. Not even my parents or Harry and Ron – especially Ron. He didn't seem to even want to be my friend. He always made fun of me in someway.
But I do love him… as a friend. Harry on the other hand, I love him the same way, but what would he say if I told him I had a crush on his worst enemy? It's not like I can go up to him and be like 'Hey Harry! I have a crush on your enemy! No big deal! Love you lots!'
That'd just be weird. He probably wouldn't talk to me forever.
"HERMIONE! COME ON!" my mum's voice came along with footsteps and soon enough a loud knock at the door.
Draco's POV:
Packing sucks. I hate it. Even for Hogwarts. I don't even like that school...So boring. I love my reputation there though. Everyone is afraid of me. I smirked as I folded my last green robe for this year. I heard my name being called, I assumed it was my father because he was the only one here with me; but, it sounded like a girl's voice. Not jut any old girl, but the voice of Hermione Granger.
Okay, I admit, I have a crush on her. That's kind of why I make fun of her. It gets her attention. And she's just so cute when she's mad. I don't care if my dad has forbidden it. I plan to get her alone with me in a room to tell her my feelings. And maybe give her a kiss or two in the process. I shut my suitcase and grabbed the handle to drag it down to where my father was waiting.
I hopped in our car as he struggled to lift my extremely heavy trunk into the back of it, my mind only on Hermione. From what I've seen since today, the first of September, first term of Hogwarts, I'll have a fun year. One: Hermione was at Hogwarts with me. Two: I have friends. Three: Potter got in a whole lot of trouble last year, is what I heard. Well, he does every year. So I can't wait to see what happens to the small boy with no parents has this year to entertain the whole House of Slytherin.