HEY THERE! This is a Dramione story for those who care to know. LOL. If you just like Draco Romances in general be sure to read my other story Stuck In Hell. This takes place in fourth year. Will be told from Hermione's POV. Rated T because I'm paranoid.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter *Le Sigh* J.K. Rowling does.
Chapter 1: Stronger than most
I stared at him from across the room. His hair falling across his face as he concentrated hard on his test. We were in Potions and Snape chose today to give us a pop-quiz. I hurried to his desk to hand it in. "Done." I said in a slightly cocky voice.
"Wonderful Miss Granger," Snape sneered at me. I winced slightly, Snape wasn't the kindest of teachers. "I hope that in your rush to finish, you didn't make any mistakes."
"When do I ever," I said in a hushed tone. "Make a mistake on your quizzes."
I giggled as he pouted slightly. "Point taken. But cock another attitude with me Miss Granger," He said staring me menacingly in the eye. "And you'll have ten points off Gryffindor."
"Very well." I said as I gathered my things to leave. I took a quick glance at Ron before I left. I had spent the entire last night preparing him once he heard a rumor Snape would give a pop-quiz. He was sleeping. With drool going down his chin. Ewwwww, I thought to myself, All that work gone to waste. I'll be surprised if he passes this year.
I then took another glance at Draco before I left. My heart pounded. But I did my best to ignore it. I had no time to think about boys. Draco included.
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"So," said Ron as we ate in the dining hall. "They'll be announcing the participants in the Wizard cup...are you excited."
"I could care less...." I said monotone. "It's just a dangerous contest that some idiot invented for their own entertainment."
Before Ron could reply, Dumbledore clapped his hands. I sighed as he read off the names. "Great," I muttered under my breathe. "Another chance for people to kill themselves." I rolled my eyes and looked over to Dumbledore. The cup began to spit out another name. Wasn't there only supposed to be three names?
Dumbledore's knuckles grew white as he clutched the paper. "Harry Potter." He said quietly. Harry's face went pale. He didn't get up. "HARRY POTTER!" He said again. Yelling this time.
Harry got up and many politely applauded, while whispering to their friends. "Sir I," He began fearfully.
"No need to speak, come with us." He said as Harry followed him, head hung low.
"Why on Earth and how did he put his name in that cup!" I said through gritted teeth.
"I don't know how, but Harry must've wanted more glory. Being 'the-boy-who-lived' wasn't enough." He said, his face hardening. He stalked off in anger.
I almost followed Ron, but decided it wasn't the best idea. He needed time to sulk. I sat down and chatted with Ginny, sneaking glances at Draco. My gawd, I thought, he's gorgeous. But no...I am the smartest girl in the school, I can't like Draco. He's a Slytherin. I am stronger than those silly girls who swoon over him. I can't reveal ANY weaknesses. I snuck another glance. No, if I were to like him who knows what Harry and Ron would do. I just can't. I am stronger.
HORRAY! What ya'll think of it?
Draco: I'm gorgeous...
Me: Yes Draco, yes you are.
Draco: *growls seductively* I must be gorgeous for Hermione to think it.
Hermione: Shut up.
Me: Quite you two!
Till next time luv ya!
