Hermione. The name tasted like honey on his lips. Hermione Granger.
Hermione, with her soft brown hair, bright chocolate eyes, and perfect
figure could make any guy fall for her. But she had chosen Ron
Weasley. Sixteen year old Draco Malfoy glared at the two from across
the Great Hall. He hadn't realized his feelings for her until their third
year when she had slapped him across the cheek for insulting Hagrid.
He realized then that he always loved to tease her because he thought
she was cute when she got mad. And he could make her mad easily.
He knew what irritated her the most. But Draco couldn't understand
why she chose Ron Weasley, of all people, to be her boyfriend. When
she could have anyone now that her looks have changed. Of course,
that hadn't been what brought Draco to like her. Though it was a plus.
He now liked her for her know-it-all attitude and that she was polite to
almost everyone. Except for him. She must hate him by now. For
every time he had the courage to speak to her now, he would screw it
up by insulting her or her friends. Or her parents. He watched as Ron
whispered something in her ear and she giggled. Draco sighed. Why
couldn't it be him who was sitting there, making her laugh? Why
couldn't he be hers? Why couldn't she be his? He knew why. Because
he was a pureblood and she was a Mudblood. Because she was a
Gryffindor and he a Slytherin. Because she was good and he was
supposed to be evil. But he wasn't evil. At least, not deep down. He
didn't think Mudbloods were so bad anymore. He didn't feel better
than anyone. He just wished that he could hold her.
Latter that night, Draco was staring out his dorm window and saw a
star fly across the sky. He closed his eyes and thought 'please, give
me an opportunity to be alone with her. Give me a chance to tell her
how I feel. That's all I ask. Oh, and of course the strength not to screw
up, again.' Little did he know that his wish was to come true. But in
an odd, unexpected way.
*~*~*Author's Note: So, is it ok so far? Any suggestions? Review please!!! This is my first fan fic.
Hermione, with her soft brown hair, bright chocolate eyes, and perfect
figure could make any guy fall for her. But she had chosen Ron
Weasley. Sixteen year old Draco Malfoy glared at the two from across
the Great Hall. He hadn't realized his feelings for her until their third
year when she had slapped him across the cheek for insulting Hagrid.
He realized then that he always loved to tease her because he thought
she was cute when she got mad. And he could make her mad easily.
He knew what irritated her the most. But Draco couldn't understand
why she chose Ron Weasley, of all people, to be her boyfriend. When
she could have anyone now that her looks have changed. Of course,
that hadn't been what brought Draco to like her. Though it was a plus.
He now liked her for her know-it-all attitude and that she was polite to
almost everyone. Except for him. She must hate him by now. For
every time he had the courage to speak to her now, he would screw it
up by insulting her or her friends. Or her parents. He watched as Ron
whispered something in her ear and she giggled. Draco sighed. Why
couldn't it be him who was sitting there, making her laugh? Why
couldn't he be hers? Why couldn't she be his? He knew why. Because
he was a pureblood and she was a Mudblood. Because she was a
Gryffindor and he a Slytherin. Because she was good and he was
supposed to be evil. But he wasn't evil. At least, not deep down. He
didn't think Mudbloods were so bad anymore. He didn't feel better
than anyone. He just wished that he could hold her.
Latter that night, Draco was staring out his dorm window and saw a
star fly across the sky. He closed his eyes and thought 'please, give
me an opportunity to be alone with her. Give me a chance to tell her
how I feel. That's all I ask. Oh, and of course the strength not to screw
up, again.' Little did he know that his wish was to come true. But in
an odd, unexpected way.
*~*~*Author's Note: So, is it ok so far? Any suggestions? Review please!!! This is my first fan fic.