DISCLAIMER
I own nothing. Bow down to J.K. Rowling if you want to know who does.
If you think I copied someone, I didn't. This is original. But if there is a story here very much like this, I didn't know.
PROLOGUE
It was a nice, warm morning in the dungeons — at least for Draco it was.
"Why do I feel like this?" He thought to himself. Clearly it wasn't normal, as everybody else was freezing. He felt like there was someone very special in this room, the kind of special that makes you perfect for the person who's thinking about you. He looked around. The only girls there were Pansy, Daphne, Parvati, Lavender, and
"Hermione." he said.
"What, Mr. Malfoy?" came Snape's cold voice. It only took him moments to realize he'd said her name out loud.
"Nothing, Professor." Snape shot him a suspicious look. "Why do I feel like Granger's special?" he thought. "I couldn't possibly like that Mudblood! Oh Draco, what's happening to you? So that's it, you're in love with Hermione Granger and you're not gonna do anything about it?"
"NOOOOOOOO!" Draco got his bag and left.
He went to the common room and stayed until nighttime. "She can't be my girlfriend, she doesn't even like me, oh Draco, why is this happening, this can't—"
"Draco, you alright?" Blaise Zabini had just entered the room.
"What? Oh yeah…Just kinda sleepy…Where is she?" Draco said.
"Who?"
"Nobody…I'll just go to bed."
He soon fell asleep.