Forbidden

Hermione Granger tossed and turned, unable to sleep. All she could think about was him. She loved him, she knew it. He was always on her mind, awake or asleep. She knew it was impossible, he was in Slytherin and she was in Gryffindor! Even if one day he did look at her with something other than hatred, their friends would keep them apart. Still, even though she knew it was impossible, whenever she closed her eyes there was a picture of him, in the back of her head. His hair, his eyes . . . She longed to touch his face, to run her hands through his hair. She'd never touched it, but she knew it would be silky smooth. Finally she fell asleep, only to dream of him.
The next day before Potions, she hurriedly brushed her hair, and did everything in her power to make herself look as pretty as she possibly could. She tried to still the butterflies in her stomach. Useless. She found herself breathing rapidly and sweating. She was more nervous now than when she'd had to break up with Viktor Krum! She walked into Potions holding her breath. There he was.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod" she muttered under her breath.
"Hey Hermione! Over here!" Harry called.
"Hi" she said, mentally cursing him for drawing attention towards her. He looked up at the sound of her name. Their eyes met and she was transfixed. They stayed like that, gazing at each other for hours, or was it minutes? She didn't know. Finally Snape called the class to order, and he turned away.
Hermione looked at her books trying not to cry. Couldn't he say something to her, at least once? Aside from insults, he'd barely said anything to her! She knew it wasn't his fault he was in Slytherin. Rumor had it his father had threatened to break his legs if he didn't get in, and unfortunately that wasn't a bluff. She knew his father was an abusive drunkard, but surely it wasn't his fault!
She sat like a rock in Potions not even looking up when Professor Snape asked if anybody knew what a Diablus was (a rare type of plant that, when powdered caused whatever it touched to burst into flame).
When the bell rang, she was smashed into him by the mass of people trying to get in and out of the room.
"Sorry" She mumbled.
"S'okay" he said back.
God I love him she thought.
And she walked out of the classroom thinking of -
A/N Ha! It's not who you think it is, I can promise you that. If you liked this, review, if you didn't like this, review anyway, but constructive criticism, ok? I don't want any flames all right? If you don't review I won't write another one. Or maybe I will, and you'll all just have to deal with it. Anyway, 50 points to whoever guesses whom Hermione likes. Yes I know I stole that from Cassandra Claire. By the way if you haven't read her stuff you should, it's great!