Title: Sparks
Disclaimer: If I owned the characters, Dramione would be canon. (Heh, I wish)
A/N: I know Hermione's wearing a jacket in the movie, but this story just works out a lot better if she isn't.
"You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" In two seconds flat, Hermione had her wand pointed at Malfoy's throat.
She glared at him furiously, her nostrils flaring, as he stood stiffly pinned against the huge boulder. His silver eyes held her gaze defiantly, but there was a trace of fear and something else in them. Almost like…admiration?
The livid witch faintly heard Ron calling from the background, "He's not worth it, Hermione!"
She stared icily at the blonde git in front of her for a moment longer, and then slowly lowered her wand. Malfoy looked down at his throat in surprise, as if he couldn't believe she had actually let him off the hook.
Hermione had turned around and started to walk away, but then she heard a triumphant snigger from behind her. She had about half a second to register herself whipping around, aiming a flying fist towards the Slytherin's smirking face, and said Slytherin ensnaring her wrist in his hand.
The moment their bare skin touched, an electric current ran up her arm. Their eyes locked, and his harsh grip on her arm loosened. Hermione was acutely aware of Draco's warm hand on her wrist, in stark contrast with the chilly air.
His normally steely gaze had somehow softened, and Hermione noticed for the first time how beautiful his eyes were; like gray clouds on a rainy day, but with flecks of mica in them. As she stared into them, his eyes flickered down to her lips. She felt herself blush, but couldn't help glancing at his lips as well. What would happen if she kissed him right now?
Hermione snapped back to reality when Harry cleared his throat loudly. Hermione snatched her wrist back and glared at Malfoy. "Pratt," she murmured.
He resumed his usual sneer. "Stupid Mudblood! You should be honored to touch a Pureblood such as myself!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. And…here we go again. Sigh. "Whatever, Ferret. Let's go, guys." Not waiting for Ron or Harry to catch up, she began to march away.
"What was that all about, 'Mione?" Ron asked curiously when he reached Hermione's side. She glanced back at the retreating form of Malfoy and his two cronies. He turned around at the same time she did, and smiled a real, honest-to-God smile at her. She rubbed her wrist where the warmth of his hand still lingered, and smiled tentatively back before facing Ron. "Nothing," she said. "It was nothing." Because there was absolutely no way that Hermione Granger was attracted to Draco Malfoy. Nope, no attraction there…
Fin