Accident

Walking down the hallway to the History of Magic classroom, Draco realized too late that someone was right in front of him. He felt himself run over the person, and a flash of bushy brown hair immediately identified the fallen girl as Granger.

"Watch where you're going!" he snarled, looking at the girl sprawled on the ground at his feet. "You could have gotten some of your filthy Mudblood germs on me!"

Pulling herself to her feet, eyes flashing, the angry witch stepped close to him. "Get your head out of the cloud of Galleons that it's in, and maybe you'll notice where you're walking," she retorted.

"At least I have the cloud of Galleons to stay in, unlike the Weasel and his family," Draco replied with a sneer, then turned on his heel and walked away.

Looks

She spun around with a scowl. "How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?" Granger asked him, her voice revealing her intense irritation. "It's not like I'm asking you to follow me around!"

Malicious amusement colored Draco's smirk as he listened. On a whim, he ran his gaze from the top of her bushy brown hair to the toes of her practical black shoes and then back up again, examining her body with one scathing glance.

Granger's cheeks turned the color of the Weasel's hair when she was embarrassed, he noted with a private grin.

"Oh—you—how could—" the girl said, disgusted. She stuck her chin out at him angrily. "Then again, Malfoys aren't known for their refinement—in word or deed," she shot at him, then stalked away.

He felt a little pain—after all, every girl was supposed to want a Malfoy, whether she could have him or not—but Draco forced a smirk for those watching.

He hated to admit it, but she wasn't that bad looking at all.