Fiery Eyes, Ice Eyes, Jealous Eyes



*Yes, stupid name I know. But be that as it may, this story may turn out pretty good...give me feedback people!*



Chapter One



Hermione Granger sat on her bed, alone in her dormitory.

She had been pretending to study, but now that Parvati and Lavender were out of the room she didn't have to.

She lay back on her feather pillow and closed her eyes.

I wonder what he's doing right now...





Meanwhile...





Ginny Weasley sat in a cushy chair in the deserted Gryffindor common room, staring into the fire.

She smiled to herself.

He is sooo cute, she thought devilishly, I wonder where he is right now...





Meanwhile...





Draco Malfoy sat at a stone table in the Slytherin dungeon common room, humming to himself as he read his letters that had arrived earlier that day with his eagle owl.

The first one, from his mother, the second, from his father (who had written seperately because he was on a business trip to the New York Ministry of Magic for Cornelius Fudge), and then there were two, which the writing was unrecognizable. He quickly unfolded the one.

It read:



Dear Draco,

You and your grey eyes and your blonde hair

Wherever you are

I'll be there

Whenever you call

I'll fly through a wall

Just to be by your side

Just to be by your side.

Just a little showing of my love,

All my love,

Your Secret Admirer





Draco stared at the paper, a smirk crossing his handsome face.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't something that is just so entirely cute." he said sarcastically to himself, then threw the note in the fire, while hoping that the next was more interesting.

It read:



Dear Draco,

I have been waiting so long to write you, or to talk to you about this, but it seems that if anyone found out that I would be considered clinically insane. I need to talk to you, however, and it would have to be somewhere and someplace where nobody would find us. Perhaps in the Astronomy tower tomorrow night at eleven? Write me back with your answer immeadiatly, this is very important.

Yours truly,

Hermione Granger



Now, that was interesting... he thought curiously, his face grinning devilishly.

Why would Granger want to talk to me, when she has Weasley and Potter to keep her occupied? I wonder... he thought contemptuously.

Oh well, he thought, smiling as he scribbled a quick note back, we'll just see tomorrow night.