Hey, Alice here, I'm not quite sure if this is going to be a one-shot or not just yet, because I tried writing another chapter and totally messed up. Soooo, if this is going to be a full-blown story, I'm probably going to instill Elizebeth's help! Onto the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. I wish I owned Draco though! (He's my new fave!^_^) I only own Alice…. *Sigh*

~Alice

Alice POV

Everything about us was different.

I was a muggle-born; he was a pureblood. Didn't matter to me, but to his family, it was everything.

My parents were artists, their portraits flat and motionless. His parents were Death Eaters and muggle-haters, the pictures in their house as life-like as the people in the house.

I was head of my class. He had other priorities.

I was a Ravenclaw. He was a Slytherin.

But even though we might have smelled different things in a vat of Amortentia, but when I smelled parchment and library books, all I thought about was bumping into him at the library last week.

I suppose it's true that opposites really do attract.

Draco POV

Since I bumped into her in the library last week, I've noticed her everywhere. I never noticed the small brunette in my potions class, until I saw her in the library.

Before last week, her face was just another hurried expression in the corridor.

But now, I notice how she doesn't cheer for either team at Quidditch matches. She doesn't go crazy over Potter like all the other girls. She doesn't stand and cheer like the other students when a goal's made, never notices the boos and hisses. She just sits there, thinking and looking as though she could know the world's secrets. (I almost got beat upside the head with a bludger, I was paying more attention to her than the game. "Oi!" the captain shouted. "Pay attention to the game, Malfoy!") Every once in a while, she takes out a little black book and jots something down, before brushing the light snow off her glasses.

I wish she would pay attention. I want her to cheer for me. I don't want her to be one of the girls who swoon and drool over Potter, "the Chosen One." Instead I want her to cheer for me.

Now I notice her lips moving slightly as she hurries to copy down Flitwick's notes. And for once, I actually pay more attention to Charms than the idiots next to me.

But I am the one who is charmed as I ignore Pansy's irritated notes and glares and Crabbe and Goyle's idiocy, to stare at the girl with the short brown braids, trying to tame her hair, her freckled face narrowed in concentration.

Since I met her in the library last week, I have not let a single Slytherin say, "Mudblood" in my presence. (I'm sure they all think I'm having some sort of mental breakdown or something) True, I'm not going to be all buddied up with Granger and Weasley, or anything, but I'm not a total git either.

For once, I don't care about "pure blood" and "dirty blood."

Is this how magnets feel?

So what do you guys think? (If you're thinking, "Man, Draco's sooo OOC!" then you need to understand that it was INTENTIONAL. He's supposed to be OOC, because he's in love. Got it? Kay.) And I don't want bull, please tell me what you really think, so that, if need be, I can improve.

So review, tell me what you think and if I should continue.^_^

~Alice