Title: Love to Hate, Hate to Love
Author: Katryna Black
Pairing: DracoHermione
Rating: R, because Hermione has breasts in later chapters.
Summary: Series of shorts that really don't do well without the other. Like the people in an orgy. Or something.
Author's Note: Nothing belongs to me. JKR can even claim this fic. I don't care.
He never meant for it to happen. He never meant go against his blood. He never meant to love her.
The first time he noticed, or he remembered noticing, was in September of his sixth year. He was in the hospital wing after a nasty fall off of his broom during Quidditch practice. She was in the bed next to his, recovering from a summer cold.
The sun shone down on them, making the uncomfortably warm room even more so. Draco spent the afternoon scowling at the opposite wall. She, being more sensible in their situation, had kicked off the covers and was enjoying a good book.
Bored when the wall refused to return his scowl, he turned to the girl next to him with every intention of starting a "playful" banter but stopped short when something caught his eye.
Hermione Granger had nice legs.
"What are you staring at, Malfoy?" she snapped when she noticed him staring.
"Oh, nothing," he said, quickly recovering from his embarrassment. "Just wondering what it would be like if your legs were snapped in two."
"Male quean," she said, her lip rising in disgust.
"Mudblood," he shot back, knowing that he was better than her.
"It's a shame you can't come up with any new insults."
He growled, and decided that the wall was a better opponent. After all, it didn't fight back.