Draco glared across the great dining hall at the Gryffindor he called his rival…HARRY FUCKING POTTER. Snape always told the class how alike to his father he was, arrogant and conceited because he thought he was the number one favorite in the school. But Draco wasn't glaring at his rival for the usual reasons, but because of what he had done to a girl. A girl he happened to have a crush on, the Lovely Luna Lovegood. He knew that she was a little out there but he didn't care, nor did he care about what others would think. She was a pure-blood, not that it mattered to him, but to his parents it did. The amazing thing was that he was able to be comfortable around her he remembered the day he had first encountered her.

He was walking through the library, in the forbidden section, he was a madman on the hunt for a book when he turned into the D section he was met with the blonde-haired witch. She hadn't noticed him yet, but he sure as hell noticed her. Instead of her robe she was dressed in a light-blue sundress, it was loose but when she turned and walked it hugged her hidden curves. He cleared his throat.

She turned and looked at him with a small smile. "Hello Draco." She said cheerfully.

"Hello…" he returned.

"What book brings you to the forbidden section today?" he didn't know what to think. He and his friends played pranks on her and teased her mercilessly and here she was smiling at him, actually talking to him.

"I was looking for a good read on dragons, I've become quite fascinated with them." He admitted.

"I was looking for one too. I really liked that welsh dragon in the competition. The way its scales shimmered was beautiful." She was thumbing over book after book after book, searching for one in particular.

"I liked the thunderbolt the best."

"That one was beautiful too, but didn't quite mystify me like the welsh."

"I see, green a favorite color of yours or something?" he asked, he had joined her in the search for the book she was on the hunt for.

"Yes, and blue, they go so well together, don't they?" she giggled.

He nodded while she rambled on about dragons and what their colors represented and their talents.

"Ah-hah!" she yelled in triumph, drawing the book off the shelf.

"Dragons of Wales, I knew they had to have it here" he smirked at her goofy grin, he found himself smiling too.

"Now that I found it, let's go find one on the Firebolt." She grabbed his hand and led the way. He liked the fact that she didn't treat him like royalty, he felt just like himself around her and that made him happy.

They spent the rest of the day looking, talking, laughing, and reading together. She was crazy but enjoyable to talk to. When he talked she listened and gave him her thoughts.

He missed that day so much, he couldn't be the real him around his friends. He alone was the Prince of Slytherin and any misstep was recorded carefully and used against him. If he was to be out-casted then Blaise Zambini would be crowned the new king.

"Draco stop glaring, it won't change anything, hurry up and eat your breakfast before it gets cold" Pansy teased. She had long since given up her pursuit of him since she had Blaise now. He smiled apologetically.

"Sorry Pansy, I just wish I could show the school what becomes of rapists."
"Oh yea?" she teased "How?"

"I'm going to cut his head off and hang on a plaque on the door of the dining hall so all could see and when his skin finally rots off I'm going to take his head and send it to the fires of hell so his head is re-united with his body and when I die I'll make sure to torture him even more." He growled breaking the cup he was holding. Everyone in earshot turned and stared at him with wide eyes. Their beloved prince had lost his cool. He healed the few cuts that he had and went back to dutifully glaring. The prick was being surrounded by guys answering questions about her, laughing at her. He had half a mind to use one of the unforgivable curses on him. Before he could entertain the thought anymore Granger strode into the hall and man did she looked pissed. There was sure to be a grand show and he'd be damned if he missed this one. If need be he'd hold the boy down for her to beat mercilessly.

Pushing and shoving people out of his way he finally arrived at the edge of the circle. Potter had gone pasty white. The people that were standing with him earlier had miraculously disappeared.

"H-Hermione, how are you today?" he asked shakily. She drew her wand.

"DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT SMALL TALK BULLSHIT HARRY JAMES POTTER!" she screeched. The sound was deafening.

"Hermione, I think you're overreacting." He said holding his hands up.

"OH I'M OVERREACTING, YOU BETTER HOPE I DON'T GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU LITTLE PRICK!" She dropped her wand and started running after him. She knocked his feet out from under him and started to punch him on the ground. The entire hall had fallen silent.

"I'M" *punch* "GOING" *punch* "KILL" *punch* "YOU" *punch*

It was hard not to burst out laughing when the Weasley's tried to tear her off of him. Ron ended up with a bloody nose. When they finally got her off of him Dumbledore had arrived.

"ENOUGH!" he boomed. "Mrs. Granger, my office immediately."

The entire hall rushed out buzzing, except for Potter who was lying unconscious. Granger was the last to leave. He yelled over the fray to get her attention, she strode over to him.

"What!" she demanded.

"Firstly I'd like to say nice punches, you're a hell of a fighter. Secondly, where is she?" He hoped he didn't sound too desperate.

"Why in the hell should I tell you?" she demanded crossing her arms.

"Because I want to make sure that she's ok and taken care of, her being a pure-blood means that she's my responsibility. Please tell me where she's at you stubborn woman."

"Ravenclaw tower, answer the riddle and she'll be at the last door on the end of the hall."

He took off like a madman.

Hermione watched as he took off, that was certainly interesting, she'd have to keep a close eye on those two.

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