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ME: *Imperio!* GIVE ME HARRY POTTER!
JK: Yeah, no thanks.
All of the Harry Potter universe belongs to Miss J. . The characters, the scene, the teachers, the whole enchilada.
A/N: Hello you wonderful readers! This is my first fic, so please be nice! Without further ado, please read and review!
If there's a prize for rotten judgement,
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that
Hermione sighed, as she remembered her short fling with Ron, and exactly how well that had turned out. Ron had cheated on her with Lavender of all people, and Hermione had been left to cry her heart out. Men were idiots, she knew that! Ron, her best friend since first year, hadn't even been able to stay with her, why on earth was she falling for Draco Malfoy, someone a hundred-no, a million times worse!
Who d'you think you're kidding
He's the earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden,
we can see right through you
Girl you can't conceal it
We know how you're feeling
Who you're thinking of
Hermione found herself zoning out in Charms again, already knowing what Flitwick was talking about. She had charmed her quill to take perfect notes, so she could focus more on the teacher. And yet, she found herself focusing on someone else entirely. She was staring at platinum-blonde hair, daydreaming about Malfoy of all people.
No chance no way I won't say it, no no
(You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh)
It's too cliche I won't say I'm in love
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming "Get a grip girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out
Absolutely not. Snapping herself out of her trance, she tried to focus on what Flitwick was saying. But as he prattled on about, ironically, silencing charms, Hermione found herself daydreaming, once more, about the lips of a certain Malfoy heir.
Girl you can't deny it
Who you are is how you're feeling
Baby we're not buying it
we saw you hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
When you gonna own up that you got got got it bad
Draco Malfoy turned around in the hallway, noticing that Hermione was rushing behind him, trying to follow him while looking like she was just heading off to her next class. He caught her staring and sent her a smirk. Hermione's heart stopped for a second, then began tapping at her ribs much faster than humanly normal. She smiled to herself. He looked at me! Me! Merlin, do I wave or ignore him, or what? She instead, stood there, speechless, for once in her life, while Draco walked on down the hallway, and out of sight.
No chance no way I won't say it, no no
(Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love)
This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love
(We'll do it until you admit you're in love)
Hermione sat in potions, staring at Snape without really seeing him. Once again, she battled with her feelings about a certain Slytherin prince. Her, the good girl of Gryffindor? In love with Malfoy? It was preposterous! It could never happen...right?
You're way off base I won't say it
Get off my case I won't say it
(Girl don't be proud it's okay you're in love)
"Soooo.." Ginny whispered, you and ferret, huh?" "No! Absolutely not!" Hermione whispered back fiercely. She wouldn't admit, ever, to herself, much less anyone else, that she felt anything other than hatred for Malfoy. But then, he turned around from across the room, and sent her another one of his heart-stopping smirks.
...At least out loud I won't say I'm in love.
This was my first fanfic ever, hope you enjoyed! Flames, constructive criticism, comments, questions, concerns, jokes, riddles, complements, whatever, as long as you review! Bai! (This could possibly become a Two-Shot with another chapter from Draco's point of view if I get enough reviews about it! *Wink* *Wink* *hint* *hint*)
