This is the start of my fanfic making. I hope I won't mess up, cuz it's my first time actually, hope you enjoy this Dramione Fanfic, :)
Chapter one: Draco Malfoy
April 12
Today is such a drag. Crabbe and Goyle got into a fight with Pothead and Weaselbee. As a pure witness, I'll tell you everything that had happened. I saw Crabbe taking the seat Weaselbee was about to sit on. As for Goyle, he tripped Pothead when he was going to the trash can. He needed to sharpen his pencil because we were going to draw something that we desire most on a piece of parchment. We were at Ms. McGonagall's class (Transfiguration Class). And Ms. McGonagall was a strict teacher. She didn't want anyone interrupting her class session. She had eagle like eyes who can tell when you're doing up to no good, even when you're far away. And yes, maybe you've guessed it, those eagle like eyes caught the attention of the two knuckle heads messing around. I, the "Innocent One" (aren't I always?) got blamed into the mess, only because the two gits followed me anywhere (why, the bloody hell would they think of that?) they think I commanded them to do so, (that's not very like me at all!) but I honestly didn't.
Noticing that Granger was looking (in disgust), I gave a smirk while looking at her. I don't know why. I can't take my eyes off of the mudblood. What's wrong with me? When she caught me looking at her, she rolled her eyes to the other side and snubbed me. I don't quite get it why I smiled foolishly. After a few seconds ,…. I realized I was looking like an idiot. Trying to get back to reality, I heard a loud voice in front of me.
"Mister Malfoy …..Mister Malfoy…. …
….
Mr. Draco Malfoy!"
I snapped into reality and looked at the yelling teacher.
"Mr. Malfoy, what have you three done to Mr. Potter and Weasley?"
"I didn't do anything to them, I swear. And besides, I wasn't in the mood for meddling with the knuckleheads, Honest! It was only Crabbe and Goyle!"
"Is that true Mr. Potter? Weasley?"
Frozen in a trance like position, the two didn't say a single word. They didn't know Ms. McGonagall could get so angry that they almost lost themselves.
"Well?"
Then a small voice from the back came barging in. It was Granger.
"Excuse me Ms. McGonagall, to what I've seen, I believe Malfoy didn't do anything"
I blinked my eyes, pinched myself, and I was even willing to slap my face just to make sure if it was real or not.
I thought to myself, "Is this a miracle? Am I seeing things?" Something ODD had just happened.
"Well Ms. Granger, thank you for that. You can now take your seat and continue whatever you are doing at the moment."
"Yes Ms. McGonagall"
She went back to her seat hurriedly, took a book, then shoved it into her face. She remained silent while her face was blocked by the green leathered book.
When I took a closer look, she looked as if she was panicking .Her hands were shaking. I don't know what the reason was, but bloody hell, thanks for the save Granger!
Then I heard Ms. McGonagall again.
"As for you Mr. Malfoy, you can also return to your seat. Or would you'd rather stand here and let whatever it is on your head go by. I'll handle the two boys on my own."
After that, they went on with whatever they were assigned to do. People started taking out their pencils, some have taken out quills because they didn't have one. The young wizards began drawing things out of the ordinary, imaginary things. Some seem to be impossible to get, while others, well, they just drew money.
I took a good look around then I saw a hand rising from the back. As usual, Granger wanted to ask a question. She was the type of girl that always wanted answers (not that I observe her every move or anything). Maybe that's why she was so friggin' smart (besides from reading of course).
"Umm, Ms. McGonagall, May I ask something?"
"What is it dear?"
"How will I draw an abstract thing and put it to life?"
"What do you mean?"
"See." Then she comes up and whispers something to the teacher.
"Well, that's currently up to you Ms. Granger, Maybe draw something that represents it, Like hearts or cupid, it's really up to you."
"Oh well, Thanks Ms. McGonagall"
"Sure"
She sat down on her seat and took a piece of parchment on her desk.
Hearts? Cupid? What's she up to?
Well, it's really none of my business, so I best be getting back to work
"Hmm… What to draw? What to draw?"
I turned to the left and right to ask Crabbe and Goyle, but I forgot that they were in detention dealing with the whole Pothead and Weaselbee thing.
"Maybe I should draw me being the Best wizard in the Hogwarts….
"Yeah, I should"
"That's impossible"
Blaise heard me talking. I didn't know I talked that loud?
"Ms. McGonagall said Something we desire most, not Something so damn funny "
He laughed like there was no tomorrow….
"Well if you're so smart why don't you show me yours dimwit?
"Obviously, I drew a Columbia Jaguar X19 motorcycle of course! (the motorcycle doesn't exist though, I made it up haha)
"Well let me see…."
"Hah!"
"What?" Said Blaise confusingly.
"And you call mine funny? Look at the Damn Bloody Thing! It doesn't even look like a motorcycle, or even an existent thing. What Is this? It looks like a platypus giving birth. Hahahahah!"
Blaise felt embarrassed.
"Eh, what did you expect? My hands aren't gifted you know."
He then gave me a bad gaze in the eyes.
"Well, you may not be gifted at drawing, but at least you're gifted at looks. Dammit, you look like a god!" Pansy pouted from the back
"Al-riiiigggghhhttt" I said
"Whatever Pansy, Leave us alone! You should stay out of our conversation you rude little git!"
"Is there something you'd like to say to the whole class Mr. Zabini? Said a very curious Ms. McGonagall
"No-none Ma'am"
"You are very much aware that we use our hands to draw, not our mouths. Is that right Mister Zabini?"
"Yes ma'am" Then he started to cower down his seat, feeling embarrassed.
"Well then, continue your work, and do it Quietly."
"Ok Ms. Mcgonagall"
After 30 minutes
"Now I expect that you've all finished your so-called-masterpieces."
"Now repeat After me"
"Animatus Ricandadium!... and remember, with feeling."
"Animatus Ricandadium!" the class repeated.
Ms. McGonagall then examined the young wizards' work.
"Very well done Ms. Granger. You did well. The drawing was perfect… Very well done I say."
Me, Draco Malfoy, looked at the smiling Hermione Granger.
She was happier than ever, I've never seen her this happy before (not that I watch her every move, NO! For Merlin's sake stop these accusations!).
Only few succeeded, and I Wasn't One of them. Hmpff..Bad luck I say! Bad luck!
Ms. McGonagall began to speak.
"Now look class, the only reason why the spell didn't work because what you drew, really wasn't what your heart desired for."
"Ohhhhhhhh." I began to say sarcastically.
But, how can that be? All I've ever wanted was to be famous and be the best wizard of my time. I just wanted the world to know my name.
"Well, class dismissed then, and remember to keep practicing. It helps."
"Yes, Ms. McGonagall."
And we all came walking through the door.
I hurriedly rushed to Granger. Very unlike me. It seems as if some force dragged me towards her like two opposite poles that attract.
"Hey Mudblood, what did you do that for?"
"Do what actually?"
"You know, the "save"? That was very awkward of you, Oh, I forgot, You ARE awkward.
"Whatever Malfoy, Piss off, it's none of your beeswax. Eh, anything else you want to say from your dirty mouth? If none, then I'll be off"
I grabbed her hand(exactly why did I do that? I'm touching a mudblood, eeewww!)"Wait, Thanks anyway."
"You are horribly welcome."
Strange, I held a mudblood's hand.
I headed straight to my dorm and got ready to go to hogsmeade.
I trailed down the stairs, Passed the Slytherin common room, Checked if there was something I forgot (I usually forget to tie my shoes) and set off to hogsmeade.
I looked for a place to get a drink of butterbear, so I headed down The Three Broomsticks and saw Granger, Again, Odd. She was sitting beside the fireplace, reading a book which looked like something about romance and had butterbear on the side of her table.
I walked towards her and sat beside an empty chair
"Nice to see you Granger."
"Malfoy? What the hell are you doing here?" came out from her mouth with eyes filled with surprise
"Oh so now you forbid me to go here? Honestly, you have no right to do so Granger" He spat at her, cold.
"Whatever."
"Hey, what do we have here? A book? A walk to remember? Seriously Granger, what is it with this love thing anyway?"
"You know what? It's NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!. Get out of my face before I, Before I!."
"Before you do what?" A smirk on his face appeared.
"Just go, please,."
"Now that you've said it, maybe I should stay, to mess around you know? And I'd Really like to know about you a lot more,"
"Who are you? What have you done with the despicable Draco Malfoy?"
"Eh, I just wanted to know you better. That's all"
"You-You do?"
"NO! What did you think? The magnificent Draco Malfoy, would want To get to know Hermione Granger the bushy-haired know-it-all friend-of-potterhead's and bookworm of The Gryffindor house better(seriously, what's up with the description taglines?) Nah, I don't think so! "
"It's Not funny!." Then she ran off leaving her butterbear untouched. She also forgot the damn book.
"Hey wait! Your book! But she didn't even care to look at Draco's bewildered face.
What a sissy. And that book?
Oh Merlin, now I need to return this to her?
I suppose that didn't go well. It was just something that came out of my mind haha :) well I'll work on the next chapter as soon as possible.
I hope I get a Review or two
AJA!
