Just warning you all, this is my first ever fanfic. The idea was stewing in my head for a while - I had to get it down somewhere :L

I was inspired by 'Seamus is Seamus and You are Yourself' (which if you haven't read it, you should!) and the perspective changin is something I took from that, although I don't think there are that many similarities. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! :L

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor the other characters and locations mentioned. They belong to J.K Rowling.

DRACO:

I had never given Granger a second look in my first two years at Hogwarts. She was scrawny, with bushy hair and the annoying habit of knowing absolutely everything. But, my respect for her began to grow near to the end of our third year. She had slammed her fist right into my face. Needless to say I wasn't happy; my face is my primary and most valuable asset. If I hadn't gone to Madam Pomfrey and stuttered to her that I had "accidentally fallen onto the edge of the bathtub," I would have been left with a real shiner.

I first really noticed her, though, in the forest just after the Quidditch Cup Final, before our fourth year. Screams could be heard all around us as people rushed to gather their most valued possessions. The ground was getting muddied and trampled as witches and wizards from all around the globe fought to escape into the forest, away from the Death Eaters. Of course, I wasn't bothered. I wasn't sure if my Father was within the group, but none of the Death Eaters would dare touch me for fear of him.

Like everyone around her, Granger had rushed to flee and in the hurry to get out, she had only thrown on a pair of muggle shoes and a muggle jacket. Her legs were bare up to the middle of her thigh and then her night dress covered the rest.

The cool night air had raised goosebumps on her calves. She rubbed one leg with the other. I could see her shivering, her jaw trembling slightly as the cold got to her. I continued to scan upwards, quickly taking in her thighs, the lace hem of a light blue nightie and a coat that reached only to her hips. Her usually bushy hair was tied back, in the hurry I suppose, with wisps of it framing her flushed face.

My eyes flicked to hers and I saw in them something I really wished I hadn't. She knew what I had just done. She fucking knew that I had, ugh, checked her out. Anger and disgust was alight in her face as I mocked and ridiculed her two moronic friends. Then the word slipped out, "Mud-blood". And I wished I'd never said anything, I wished the ground could swallow me up.

For a moment I was silent, ignoring how Potter and Weasley were throwing insults back at me. I was more confused than anything; Granger was my mortal enemy – a Muggle born! A Mud-blood! She was the scum of the Earth! … As my Father would have said, and yet I was looking at her in a way I would imagine looking at some of the girls in a Knuts magazine!

Suddenly, the pit of my stomach clenched into anger and I snarled at all three of them. What the hell had gotten into me? I had looked at Granger – Granger of all people! – And I had gone all sleazy-Draco-Malfoy – and he only came out with girls (or guys for that matter!) that were likely to come back to my dorm with me… If you catch my drift.

HERMIONE:

I'm not stupid. I never have been. When we met Malfoy in the woods that night, I could see his eyes flicking to my legs, travelling up my body and – although only briefly – meeting my eyes. I knew what he was thinking. Frankly, it disgusted me.

But then again, like I said, I'm not stupid. I could see Malfoy was a good-looking guy. Even since we were first years I could see – anyone – could see that Malfoy was a good-looking guy. He had the strong Malfoy jaw, a pointed chin and sharp grey eyes. Yup, a real looker when his features weren't marred by his trademark sneer.

And yes, he attracted a lot of stares and giggles from many of the girls – mainly from other houses, but the way I've heard even the girls in my dorm speak about him? I've heard stories that involve him and, if they're true, would have left him in some very compromising positions – things that would make his dear mummy see him in an entirely different light.

But to have him look at me like that? It made me shudder. I brought it up with Ginny a few days later, when we were peeling potatoes for Mrs Weasley. All she did was give me a bewildered look, and begin to giggle.

"You've got Draco Malfoy lusting after you!" she had said, and then burst into a fit of hysterics. I scowled at her until she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and turned her attention to me again. "This is serious, Ginny!" I cried, "What am I going to do?"

She simply shrugged and her face began to contort. At first I was worried – had she been jinxed or hexed? It looked like something was trying to claw its way out of her face. I was about to say something when I realised… She was holding back laughter. I grimaced and realised that she was trying (and failing miserably) to hide more of hysterical giggling. "Fine!" I muttered angrily, as I fiercely attacked the potato I was holding in my hand again.

"C'mon, Hermione!" Ginny drawled, "Malfoy is the best looking person in your year! Surely it wouldn't hurt to just… see?"

I shook my head furiously at her. "No, Ginny! Malfoy has been Harry's, and therefore mine and Ron's nemesis from our first year! I couldn't possibly!" I said, slightly melodramatically. She raised an eyebrow at me. "If you say so, Hermione," she mumbled, "But I would if I were you."

I went to reply, but Mrs Weasley came blustering in and told us to hurry up. We put heads down and began to work – although not without Ginny smirking at me beforehand. I aimed a sharp kick at her shins, but she deftly dodged it with the reflexes of a Quidditch player and looked gloatingly up at me. I picked up the next potato and began to peel it sullenly.

It was only a few days left until we returned to school, and throughout them I couldn't help but think over Ginny's words. All I could do was keep wondering if something would happen when we got back to Hogwarts, and it was certainly at the forefront of my mind to confront him. But somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it the next time I saw him.

Well, that's the first chapter! I have another three lined up, but if you did enjoy it, please review if you want more. It helps get my muse flowing ;)