Dear Readers,
This is my first chapter with my first story, so please bear this mind. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know if there are any mistakes (but know that when Crabbe speaks, whatever he says, is not a mistake). Please give me reviews and give me the honest truth. Thanks! :)
-Romanceluver22
Switching to Draco Malfoy's point of view.
I looked around the classroom, trying to look at anything but her. And I ask myself why does she do this to me? There is no reason for her to but she does. I sigh and lay my head down on my desk, relishing the cool feeling of it, not caring about my Potions class reputation today. I hardly slept last night and my head is throbbing in pain. Suddenly I feel a heavy tap on my shoulder and I know exactly who it is without looking up, so I don't, "What?" "Whad do I do?" comes Crabbe's thick voice. I sigh and pick up my head, as I do, she brushes past me, coming from the ingredients cabinet, and a shiver runs through my body.
I lean over his book and look at it. He's just started and he's already failing, for the potion inside is a deep, thick purple, while it's supposed to be a light, thin orange. "Well, for one, scrap this and start over." He sighs, "I could've sworn I got it right this time . . . What'd I do wrong?" I shrug, "We'll see once we restart." I sigh and resign myself to work, despite my exhaustion. As he gets up to scrap his potion, I get up to gather the necessary ingredients. I walk up to the cupboard and accidentally bump into her again, and a shiver once more runs through my body.
She glares up at me, being a full head shorter than I am, "Watch where you're going Malfoy," she spits scathingly at me. I force myself to glare at her, "Believe me, I find no pleasure in touching your filthy, mudblood skin." She rolls her eyes and walks away, her arms full of supplies. I look at the cupboard and try to remember what ingredients I need, all thoughts of potions having fled my head from the short encounter, so I go back and look at my book once more.
As I walk Crabbe through the steps and work on my own potion, I force myself not to look at her, not to think of her, but I know I'm failing when Crabbe taps me on my shoulder, interrupting my daydream, "Whad do I do now?" I sigh and get back to work.
The bell rings and I place my completed potion in a vial with my initials on it and go up to Professor Snape's desk to turn it in. As I'm walking back to my desk, we once again bump into each other, and this time it's our hands. She glares up at me, "Stop touching me!" "Like I meant to! As I said before-" "I know, I know! You take no pleasure in touching me, so stop!" I snort and walk back to my desk. As I gather my things, I watch her out of the corner of my eyes. She carefully places her vial on his desk, and then walks back to her desk, her hips moving carefully, so as not to break someone else's vial. She goes back to the desk she is sharing with Potter and carefully, but quickly, stuffs her things back into her bag, in the same, methodical manner she always does.
She begins to rush off, but Potter stops her with a hand on her shoulder, "Where are you rushing off to?" "The library, I need to study." "Ahh," he says, looking slightly crestfallen and his hand fall from her shoulder. "You know . . . you could come with me . . ." She looks at him hopefully. "You know, I've got Quidditch practice . . . I was kind of . . . hoping you would come . . ." "Oh. Um . . ." But I was prevented from listening further by Professor Snape talking to Crabbe. "What is this?" he drawled at him. "Erm, the potion you told us to make?" "Really? Because it looks more like you boiled Gillyweed. Detention for all of next week, so that you may grasp the simple concept of a calming potion. Are we clear?" He nods angrily, and I see that it's true, his potion is a sickly, and extremely thick, green, exactly the opposite of the cool, thin, red it is supposed to be. Despite my help, Crabbe nearly always fails. I shake my head and attempt to go back to listening to Potter and Granger, but they are already walking through the doors, laughing at something Weasley said.
I sigh angrily and finish packing my bag. I walk out the door, when I'm done, and look for a sign of her, but she's already disappeared. Then I hear a high pitched voice and I turn to look at the source, though I already know here it comes from. "Draco! You look like you're looking for me!" she says happily. I roll my eyes and blow a bit of hair out of my eyes, "No, Pansy, I'm not looking for you. I already knew where you were." She pouts slightly, then perks up, thinking of something. "Hey you want to hang out later; there's a party in the common room?" "No I can't, I have to study . . ." I lie, not at all caring about the sad pout she gives me. "Oh . . . Could we, like maybe, like, study together?" She says, attempting to act nervous, but failing miserably. "No, I work better alone . . ." I say trailing off, thinking of Hermione and hoping the she actually went to the library, and not with Potter. "Oh," she says with a simper, "Okay then . . . bye." And she stalks off, thinking that if she doesn't talk to me I'll consider it a punishment and go crawling back to her. I laughed mirthlessly and walked to the library, still hoping. Switching to Hermione's point of view.
I walk down the sloping ground towards the Quidditch pitch with Harry, but before we enter, he grabs my hand stopping me. "Hermione- I- Um . . . Would you like to-" I stare at him, wondering what he's trying to say, "Harry?" He looks at me hesitantly, then leans in and kisses me hard. I stand there, shocked, then shove him away. My mind is racing, What on earth? Harry!? He's my friend! My best friend No! I have to get away. I have to escape and without hesitation, I run.
I run and run and run. I don't stop until I'm in front of a door I realize to be the library's and I take a deep breath and walk in. I head to my usual place and pull a book out and attempt to read it, but I feel tears running down my face and know it's hopeless. I lay my head down and allow the tears to flow freely.
"Hey Granger, what's the matter, someone stolen your candy?" Says the sneering voice of Draco Malfoy.