Not another Cliché Love Story
Hermione was sitting on the couch in front of the fire reading Hogwarts: A History for the umpteenth time. She kept throwing nervous glances towards the door all through the evening. Unable to concentrate on the book (although she knew it like the inside of her hand), she threw it on the couch next to hers and got up.
She paced around the room for a while waiting for someone, anyone, to enter her brand new common room. It was the first evening at Hogwarts and Hermione was Head Girl (no surprises there!). She paced a around the room a little more waiting for Head Boy to arrive. She had no idea who he was or where he was. It was nearly 11:30! The feast had ended three hours ago! Where could he be?
She sat back down on the couch, staring into the fire. She glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner again. 11:32. It was no point waiting. Whoever he was, she would have to wait until the morning to find out. As she got up to take her book, she heard a boy say the common room password. She lunged on the couch, opened her book and pretended to read her book.
Once she heard the portrait entry close, she dared to look up.
Standing in front of her was none other than the evil Draco Malfoy.
Typical, Hermione thought, Draco is Head Boy. Just my luck! She frowned at the site of him. He, on the other hand, smirked.
"Well, well, well... Mudblood Granger, Head Girl! Should've expected it, Dumbledore's always had a thing for muggles," Draco said.
"Shut up, Malfoy. It's bad enough I have to share quarters with you," said Hermione in a very menacing tone.
"Feeling a bit moody, now are we, Granger?" Draco said. "I'd watch out if I were you,"
"You don't scare me, Malfoy," she said and with that, she grabbed her book and went to bed.
The next day, Hermione woke up and got ready for her first day of school. She had always loved the first day. Seeing her classmates again was always great, but the thought of learning new things got her very excited. Once finished, she grabbed her bag and headed downstairs.
The whole day went well. Her classes weren't very hard, seeing as it was the first day, although she did have a stack of homework due for next Tuesday. Once finished with dinner, she headed towards her quarter to start on her homework.
Once she walked in to common room, she found Malfoy already there, working on his homework. He didn't seem to notice that Hermione had walked in, although he didn't seem too concentrated on his work.
Hermione walked towards the stairs to get her books but stopped when Malfoy spoke.
"An owl came for you, Bookworm," he said, in his usual cold voice. "Probably from your filthy muggle parents,"
Hermione spun, took out her wand and pointed it towards Malfoy.
"Don't-you-dare-insult-my-family," She said, her voice dripping with anger.
"You can't tell me what or what not to do," He said, rising to his feet.
She shouted an incantation and Malfoy flew backwards as if a huge rock hit him in the stomach. He landed beside the wall, moaning in pain.
Hermione stood still for some seconds, expecting Malfoy to get up and defend himself, only he didn't. He just moaned and groaned for a while until he finally got up and went back to his books. She went upstairs mad and spent the rest of the night in her room.
For the next two months Hermione and Malfoy didn't speak. Whenever Malfoy was in the common room, she would head straight to her room without a word. Sometimes, she caught Malfoy staring at her while she left, when he thought she wasn't looking.
On a cold and dark November day, she heard the common room entry open and automatically started grabbing her books, but then stopped. Why she should be the one who left all the time? Why couldn't he leave? She put her books back in place and continued working.
"I see you didn't run off this time," Malfoy said, smirking.
"I don't RUN OFF!" Hermione said.
"Oh, really? Then how come every time I come in a room you suddenly grab your books and leave? Am I that handsome that you can't stand to watch me, Granger?" Draco asked.
"Excuse me, but I'M not the one staring at me whenever YOU see ME," Hermione defended.
"Pardon? Me staring at you? In your dreams Mudblood! There are plenty of PUREBLOOD girls out there! Why would I be staring at you?" He asked angrily.
"Oh, stop thinking that every girl in the school wants to shag you! You have nothing appealing at all!" Hermione shrieked.
"You only say that because you want me," He said, smirking.
"Want you? WANT you? Oh this had got to be some sort of joke! Like I'd ever want an egocentric asshole like you!"
Ok, so it's my first HP fanfic! Pretty uneventful first chapter, but it'll get better, you'll see! Please Review if you want me to continue or not!