Draco was about to catch the Snitch when he saw her. He caught a glimpse of her puffy dark hair and his mind wandered. Draco would have loved to ask her on a date for the next Hogsmeade weekend, but she was a Gryffindor, not to mention a filthy Mudblood, and everyone would make fun of him. But oh, how much he would love to ask her.
Whoosh! The Golden Snitch flew by Draco's ear. "Nice catch, Malfoy!" taunted Marcus Flint, captain and chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team. The Snitch whizzed down, and the game proceeded. Draco tried halfheartedly to keep up, but he was too distracted. Gryffindor pummeled Slytherin 50-310, but Draco didn't care. He just wanted to see Hermione.
Later that day, Draco stopped in the library. As he had suspected, Hermione was there. He walked up to her and took in the moment. Hermione rose from her copy of Hogwarts: A History and her brown eyes met his blue-gray ones.
"Hermione, I've been looking all over for you," Draco whispered. Of course, that was a blatant lie; he knew exactly where she'd be.
"Malfoy, what do you want?" asked Hermione, jarred that he'd called her by her first name. "I have a lot of homework to do. Professor McGonagall taught a particularly difficult subject and I want to be sure that-"
Draco silenced Hermione with a gentle kiss. She felt the color rise to her cheeks, but she was pleasantly surprised. Snogging a Slytherin wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected.
The next day, the students were off to Hogsmeade. Snow fell outside and most everyone hurried inside to get away from the bitter December cold. Hermione, however, did not feel like running inside. The soft fleece of her newly acquired Slytherin scarf protected her quite enough. Of course, the blond-haired boy on her arm helped keep Hermione warm as well.