Story: A Tale of Two Lovers

Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters. I do however, own this story line and plot. Please do not sue me nice people at the publishing place for borrowing your characters for a little bit. However, I would like to take Draco Malfoy for a little while longer; I will give him back, eventually.

A/N: Oh also I am crap at spelling and well I am also to lazy to look up the correct spelling in the HP books so yell if you want if it makes you feel better but it still will be spelled wrong unless u give me correct spelling and I remember to change .

Chapter One

Hermione

Hermione stared at the one thing she wanted most. The one thing that was so forbidden that she could tell no one about it, not Harry, Ron or even Ginny, her closest friends. No, this would have to stay close to her forever, because she had neither the courage nor the willingness to tell a soul. She turned her attention back to her deepest desire. Carefully outlining each waving hair on top of his head, every freckle, every pore, his nose, eyes, lips. His lips, curving upward in such a perfect way that held the famous smirk that made girls swoon.

Draco Malfoy was her desire. She had tried denying it, tried to hide it, but finally accepted it. Giving in was easier than fighting it. She blamed it on the human fact of wanting what you cannot have. Therefore, Draco Malfoy was her little guilty pleasure. Because that is what he was, whenever she thought about him she had a horrible feeling in her stomach that she could not make go away. Moreover, she knew it was not from just the sight of him alone. Oh if only someone knew, anyone knew, she would be ruined. Resting her head in her hands, she cupped her checks to make her head more comfortable. Unfortunately, she had been staring for a full ten minutes and Ron and Harry had noticed.

"Hermione, are you there? Usually you would already be barking like me mum at Harry and I for not taking notes on about everything that McGonnagal has said. Are you sick or something? You've taken fewer notes then I have and that's a bloody shocker."

"Hmm? Oh, what was that Ron? Yes, I am quite fine actually, just daydreaming about a complicated spell I want to master, that's all. Have I missed anything important? Would not want to be falling behind now would we? What with tests coming up and all."

Harry glanced over at Hermione with a suspicious look. He knew that Hermione was not herself today, however he could not pin point why. He highly doubted that she was thinking about a spell rather then class, she saved that part of her for the library or when they had a break. Hermione would never be caught dead daydreaming in class. Yet she had, and Harry did not like it at all.

After being scolded by Ron and receiving looks from Harry, Hermione tried desperately to pay attention. Her task proved to be a useless one as her eyes wandered back to his silver blonde hair. The hair of a true angel. McGonnagal's words reached her ears but did not stay there, for they were washed away by the tides of her dreams. Sighing, she let her eyes glaze over, not wanting to blink in fear of missing a second of his wonderful presence.

Shaking her head, she looked down at her notes. Scribbled words that were scrawled quickly and hardly useful to her stared back. She could not let some gorgeous bloke get in the way of her studies; this was just a silly, childish, girlhood crush that needed to be dealt as such. It was not as if something would ever happen between her and Malfoy. Even if they shared feelings, they could never be together.

All right Hermione, get it together, class is almost over lets make it worthwhile. Just copy every word that Professor McGonnagal says and you will be all right. Not as if this is the only day that will be on the test now is it.

She began to furiously scrawl down every word McGonnagal was saying, not even noticing she had deferred from her lesson and was talking about the trip to London the sixth years would all be taking the coming February. Harry tapped her on her shoulder to put her out of her misery.

"Hermione I'm pretty sure the details of our London trip won't be on our tests however if you have heard more than me of what they are about and know they are indeed on our tests, I wouldn't mind you tell me."

Harry gave her a warm smile and Hermione turned bright red.

Trying to cover up her mistake, she responded tartly, "Well, I'm just trying to be prepared. She is going over some vital rules we shall probably need to remember. Also Professor McGonnagal is telling us what to bring and I fully do not expect to forget something that I might possibly need."

Frowning she continued to write notes just to prove her point to Harry. Throwing her a lazy grin that equally matched Malfoys taunting smirk in swoon factor he tried to make her smile. "All right then 'Mione, but I fully expect a report on exactly what socks we need, color and all, and I am quite hopeful you'll be sharing your findings with Ron too. Since, you know we do not want to pack white socks and need black, because that might ruin the trip for everyone!" Sure he was poking fun at her but Hermione smiled all the less. Harry helped her act like a child rather than an adult.

"Well Mr. Potter, since I and everyone else in the wizarding world owe our life's to you I suppose I could do you this one little favor, right?" Now it was Harry's turn to blush.

"All right class. We have had a very good review lesson today, and I hope you are all quite excited to go to London soon. Well that will be all; you are free to wander about until supper."

With that everyone filed out of the room with there friends, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and so on. Hermione was busy trying to get Draco off her mind joking with Harry and Ron, listening to them go on and on about Quddich. She was so caught up in her conversation that she missed the quick glance that Malfoy paid her right before he rushed out the door.

A/N: I have about nine chapters written up so if I get enough positive response there will be a new one every 1-3 days luv.