THERE IS NOTHING LIKE IMPOSSIBLE.
Feelings Uncontrolled.
It was all you could hope for, Hermione Granger thought warily. It was three days to the Yule Ball and she was asked by Victor Krum, an international Quidditch player, the champion of Durmstang and heartthrob of millions to accompany him. Still she was not happy. Why? Because she wanted to go with someone else. The good -looking Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.
"What? Draco Malfoy? You are losing it Hermione!" her friend Ginny said disbelievingly. She was the only person Hermione has ever talked about Draco. They were sitting in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.
"I had already told you that I like him, Ginny." She replied.
"You just said, that you think he's good-looking and I agreed with you, but when did you start liking him?" asked Ginny.
Now that's a good question, Hermione started liking Malfoy since there second grade. When she found that Draco visited her every day (according to Madam Pomfery) when she was lying in hospital wing, petrified. Even more than Harry and Ron, but she had no offence with them because they were trying to solve the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets.
"I don't know when it started, I just like him." She lied.
Ginny started taking deep breaths; she looked so much like her mother, Molly Weasley, when she does that.
"Hermione, you can't like him." she said with exaggerated patience.
"Oh, yeah. Why?"
"'Cause he's a Slytherin!" she made it look like it's a disgusting thing to be.
"So what, Ginny? It's not necessary that all Slytherins are bad." Hermione said indignantly.
"Yeah, but he is." Ginny snapped.
"You don't know him so you can't say that." Hermione replied. Thinking of the night when Draco caught her in his arms and stopped her from falling. She sighed unknowingly remembering of his handsome face and pale blond hair.
Ginny waved her hands in front of Hermione's unfocused eyes and brought her back to the present. She again took a deep breath and said calmly, more like herself. "Hermione, even if he's noble and good, even if you like him, there's no point because he hates you."
Ouch. That hurt.
She continued "Sorry, Hermione, but let's face it. He always ignores you. Plus you very well know the Malfoys' obsession with Purebloods."
"I know, but I just can't stop the way I feel, Ginny." She said, blinking furiously trying to stop the tears from falling. Maybe Ginny is right, she thought. Maybe I should say yes to Krum.
What was she thinking, Draco Malfoy! It's impossible. Just impossible, and no matter how much she tried to stop them, there they were traitor tears, betraying her.