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Draco
There she is. Sitting in that little cubby like always, flipping back and forth between a stack of books, probably looking for the answers to next month's homework. God, Hermione's beautiful. Why can't I stop looking at her? Nothing special about her. All that bushy brown hair and those buck teeth. There's just something about her eyes. They way they light up with a passion when the teacher asks a question and she raises her hand to wave it in the air. As if the teacher doesn't know that it will be there before he looks up. She is as annoying as hell, that Hermione is. Too bad I'm in love with her.
Hermione
Oh, God. There he is. Staring at me again, no doubt hate filling his eyes. Why can't Draco just look at me like I'm Pansy. Like I'm something that doesn't make him want to be sick. I don't get it. Why does he hate me? I fell for him first year; when I wasn't watching he crept into my heart along with his insults. I saw past them. Underneath, I thought I there was something shining through all that grime. I'm starting to wonder if my eyes were playing tricks on me. He has let up on the mudblood a bit, though. Maybe it's a sign that the hate clouding his eyes is starting to let up. Sometimes I just wish I wasn't in love with Draco Malfoy.
Draco
She's packing up to leave now, taking all her books back to their rightful spots in the library. I wish she wouldn't go. She's a wanted distraction from writing the 13 inches for potions right now. I let my eyes follow her as she walks. Her hips are swaying. Have they always done that? I must not have been paying close enough attention. I want to know everything about her. I have been studying her for almost five years from afar and I still don't know all there is to know about her. It would take a lifetime to know it all. If only I had a lifetime with her. But she'd never give me the time of day. What use is there in hoping for a lifetime when she won't give me a moment?
Hermione
I'm going back to the common room now. I can't stand the thought of him looking at me with loathing, when all I want are his affections. I can't have them, and I can't stand being here any longer. Ugh. All of these books have to be put back. I could send them there with a flick of my wand, but now I don't feel like leaving the library just yet. With his eyes on me, my hairs stand on end, and not in the bad way. I try swinging my hips a bit as I walk. It's actually kind of fun. No publicity is bad publicity, as the muggle world says. My parents used to say that all the time. My parents. The reason Draco hates me. Why couldn't I just have been born into pureblood family? That way at least he would look at me without glaring. Maybe I could get past his walls and then change his mind about the world, if I wasn't a muggle-born. I'm not ashamed of my blood status, but Draco would never be with me because of it. He wouldn't give me the time of day if I begged. What use is there in hoping for a lifetime when he won't spare me a moment?
Draco
I wonder if she would go to the Yule Ball with me, Hermione, I mean. If I bought some flowers and asked her all romantically, would she say yes? That's the winning question, I guess. Too bad I couldn't ever go to the ball with her, even if she did say yes. My dad would find out, that I went with a muggleborn. He'd kill her, and make me watch. He'd torture her to death in front of me, and he wouldn't blink an eye. No, I have to keep her away from my father. She'd never live it down, literally.
Hermione
As I sit in my bed tonight, tossing and turning, I wonder what it would be like if Draco wasn't pureblood. Would we still be destined for each other? I don't know. But those snide remarks, and self-satisfied smirks are what make him interesting. If he hadn't been brought up as a mudblood-hater, then would I still love him? His bad boy personality is what drove me to him in the first place. Without his stream of insults directed at me through the years, would I even know him? Other than as the Slytherin Prince I don't think I would. Come to think of it, he hasn't insulted me at all in months on end. What is going on here? Could Draco Malfoy actually like me? Okay. That's it. I have to know. Draco Malfoy is going to fall for me. Even if it kills me.
Draco
It's becoming too much to bear, knowing that Hermione doesn't love me, but unable to be certain. Is it possible that she might not hate me so terribly? No, I tell myself. Of course she hates you. You've tormented her for years, heck that's why you tormented her. Because you knew you couldn't have her, so she had to hate you so you wouldn't get too close to her. You've stayed away for this long, why is it all the sudden too much to know that she doesn't love you? Maybe its because I don't know, not anymore. She's never swayed her hips as she walked before, the more I think about it, the more that becomes a more definite yes in my mind. What if she knew I was watching her? What if she was putting on a show for me? What if she loves me back? Now I have to know. I don't know where, or when, or why but Hermione Granger is going to fall for me. I just have to find out how to get to her. This is going to be good.
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