Sorry for not writing in such a long time :( I was busy... So here's a story I kinda connected from a lot of ideas, I hope you like it. Please R&R, I do need to know if I should continue.

I, Draco Malfoy, was in yet another dull Transfiguration class. McGonagall was blabbing on and on about transforming furniture into food. I don't need to learn this I already know how to do the spell.

I looked around the classroom, I could see Goyle and Crabbe behind me. Blaise was sitting beside me, I trusted that he is least likely to mess up a spell and send me to the hospital wing, like Pansy did.

How can a person think that two very different spells would have the same effect, needless to say I had to stay at the hospital wing for over a week, looking like an overgrown yellow canary, waiting for the spell to fade away by itself.

I looked to the other side of the room, I could see Potter, Weasley, and Granger, as well as other Gryffindorks listening intently to the lesson, as though afraid they'd miss a thing.

When I found out that we had Transfiguration with the Gryffindork house, I was disappointed at first, but then Blaise, Pucey, Flint and I got this awesome plan, more like a bet. How long would it take me to get Hermione Granger to fall for my superior charm.

Of course that would be a tough task, since I treated her really badly, but not an impossible task for a Malfoy, first I'd have to gain her trust. Of course as soon as the bet is over, I'll go back to treating here like I did before.

I took another glance in the trio's direction, and to my surprise I caught Granger, yes the one and only know-it-all, staring straight into my eyes, and as soon as our eyes met she speedily looked away.

Lucky me… Maybe, just maybe, Granger has a thing for me, of course if I get her to fall in love with me before school ends the other guys will have to pay up.

But if I lose, which I highly doubt will happen, they can make me do or say something that would probably ruin my reputation, for life. One of the terms of the game is that if I fall in love with her I lose. Pfft… like I'd fall in love with a mudblood, especially one like Granger.

Other people can also put bets on who will confess first and on which day it would happen.

I must say this bet had become the main event in the Slytherin house.

I looked again in Grangers direction and caught her staring at me again... What is going on?

Finally I decided the best way to find out is to ask her. So I took out a small parchment, dipped my quill's tip into the emerald green ink, and wrote down in my fancy script.

Why Granger,

I can't help but notice you staring at me.

You like what you see?

I know I'm extremely attractive, but

don't get your hopes up too high,

I only date purebloods after all.

Malfoy

I took out my wand and spelled the parchment so it goes directly to Granger, and only she can read what is written on it. I watched as the parchment flew onto her desk, to my pleasure it startled her.

She looked around, as if checking if anyone was looking, I quickly looked away before she noticed I was looking. I saw her read the content of the parchment, and then glare at my direction.

Soon the class ended and she stormed out of the classroom, she looked pretty pissed, which made me feel pretty proud of myself.

I knew that the thing I did didn't get me any closer to my goal: Making Granger fall hard and then crushing her heart.

…...

So here I was in yet another boring transfiguration class, trying to think of a plan on how to make Granger notice me, as more than an enemy.

I was thinking of getting her attention, by talking to her, but what would her friends think? Plus, I don't think she'd talk to me, considering she sees me as her enemy.

Suddenly I was hit in the head by something.

I looked around, pretty angry from being hit in the forehead by a―wait it's a parchment.

I quickly unfolded it.

Malfoy

To have seen me, as you said staring at you, you must have been looking at me.

Now, I don't know what makes you think I would ever like what I see, but don't let it mislead you, I don't like stuck-up purebloods, who oh so happen to have the surname Malfoy.

I saw you looking at us yesterday, and frankly I don't think you find Ron attractive, so is it Harry you have set your eyes on?

I mean you're way too pretty to be straight.

Hermione Granger

I looked dumbfounded, as I read the letter. Who knew Granger was so, what's the word to describe it?

'Sassy, feisty, flirty… hot?' I thought.

"Wait what?" I thought, and saw every eyes set on me, I had said that out-loud.

"Is there something unclear to you, Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked.

"No, sorry," I said.

"Concentrate on the lesson Mr. Malfoy, ten points from Slytherin," McGonagall exclaimed.

Voices of disagreement rose from the Slytherin side of the room.

"Nice going Malfoy," Theodore exclaimed.

"Shut up," I snapped, I really wasn't up to listen to the shit he had to say.

"Quiet down or I'll deduct 50 points from anyone that disturbs the lesson," McGonagall said.

Suddenly the room went so quiet; you could hear a pin hitting the floor.

McGonagall was really good at her job obviously, though her lessons were usually dull and depressing.

Back to the letter now:

'How could she?' I thought.

'She turned my statement against me, she degraded my pride and name, and then accused me of having a gay crush on the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die!' I thought, trying to come up with a good way to answer her, keep my pride, and possibly get payback.

"It's really hot though, the way she's so smart and can make me feel so useless," now all the eyes were again looking at me, I had once again said something ,that should have stayed in my head, out-loud.

"Oooh the Slytherin Sex god has a crush on someone!" "Who do you think she is?" "Oh, no! Not my Drakey-Poo!" Was all you could hear, as the classroom erupted with noise.

Pansy was throwing a hissy-fit, she likes to think I like her, but I don't like her, I don't find anything about her pug-like features attractive.

I looked around the room, everyone was discussing the new turn of event.

I started racking my brain, trying to find a good excuse for my words, but sadly I didn't find one. So when McGonagall asked me to explain, I could only answer her with silence.

"Mr. Malfoy, detention, today at seven, my office!"McGonagall yelled, as the bell ringed, signaling the end of lessons.

I stormed out the room, catching a glance of Granger's face, as realization dawned on her.

She looked me in the eye as I walked by her table, a questioning look on her face, she also looked a little angry, I wonder why.

I stormed straight to my dormitory and closed the door after me, totally ignoring Blaise, Flint and Pucey as they knocked on my door, yelling for me to open up.

'They just want to know who I was talking about, probably hoping it was Granger, so they could win the bet,' I thought.

'But wait, it was Granger, the girl I was talking about...'Realization dawned on me.

'What's wrong with me?' I really didn't need this drama.

'Why would I think Granger was hot? My brain is playing tricks on me, I bet it'll be over tomorrow,' I thought.

'I'll don't think Granger's attractive, I'm not going to think Granger's attractive, I'll never ever find a mudblood attractive!' I tried brainwashing myself, soon my lids closed and I fell into a deep slumber.

…...

"Fucking Malfoy, wake the fuck up man! You've got freaking detention with McGonagall in thirty minutes! You, freaking asshole locking us outside of our own fucking room! You'd better spill what the hell that was in transfiguration class!" My eyes snapped open. Great, just great, I had three guys angry at me, and to top it off they were my best friends, they know everything about me.

'I'm in deep crap!' I thought, as I stood up from my bed.

Quickly I washed my teeth and face and rushed out of my room.

Outside my room I saw Pucey, looking as cranky as ever, I quickly said I'd explain later. I didn't apologize, since Malfoys don't apologize to anyone, even if they're in the wrong.

I walked out the portrait and headed for detention.

I thought about what I should tell Blaise, Pucey and Flint. I had better find a nice lie to tell them, or I'll have to pay up.

As soon as I was near to the transfiguration classroom, I saw a shadow waiting outside the door, leaning on the wall beside the door frame.

As I got nearer and nearer, I soon recognized the shadow as Hermione Granger, the know-it-all bookworm.

"What do you want?" I asked, not feeling in the mood to fight right now

"Well, I wanted to know what the whole transfiguration thing was?" Granger asked. She was wearing her house colors, a red button-up shirt, tucked neatly into a black skirt that had golden rimming.

"What do you want to hear? Huh? That I was talking about you? Don't get your hopes up!" I finally cracked, no more emotionless Draco, it's time to meet angry Draco, better enjoy the ride Granger.

"Oh, yeah! Well then, who were you talking about?" Granger replied.

"I was talking about Pansy!" I retorted, it was a weak answer, no one would believe that.

"Right Malfoy, it was Pansy you were describing as I quote: ' she's so smart and can make me feel so useless', Pansy is not smart, everyone knows that! And really makes you feel useless, like that would happen with Pansy, she'd give anything and everything you want to you Malfoy," the know-it-all strikes again.

"Why do you care so much anyways?" I asked, it was really uncharacteristic of Granger to come and talk to me, and about love too, what's the world going to.

"Because Harry and Ron are curious!"

"Riight… Like I'd believe that Pottehead and Weaselby would be interested in my love life, that was poor Granger, you could lie way better than that. So tell the real reason." I smirked, making her puff her cheeks defiantly.

"Why should I? It's not like I owe you anything, and anyways you were the one who started this whole thing! And lastly we are supposed to be enemies," Granger retorted.

"Right, I started this... Somehow I remember this one mudblood staring at my sexy self in transfiguration class," I commented sarcastically and smirked when she cringed at the nickname I gave her.

"For the last time, I wasn't staring at you! You were the one staring at me first anyways!" Granger tried to defend.

"I think you just admitted that you were staring," I smirked.

"Whatever, I knew this wouldn't go anywhere anyways," Granger sighed as she turned around walking away, looking kind of sad.

I wonder what's gotten into her, then it hit me... she likes me! It makes sense now, staring at me, answering my parchment and confronting me about who I love. I guess I don't need to try much to make her fall in love with me, I'll just need to find a way to gain her trust, but for now the letters will do.

Oh great, I'm already late for my detention, great going mudblood, now I have to stay longer than needed in that crappy office.

I sighed, before walking into the office.

"Welcome to the ride of hell," I whispered to myself.

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