Alright, its my first fic. It will turn out to be pure fluff.....I cannot deny that I am a hopeless romantic! Please read and review, I don't care if you flame because if I tell you not to, you will anyway...Enjoy.

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Hermione stared intensly at her notes, furiously scribbling line after line of the information Snape was shoving at them. With exams looming in less than a week, he was cramming all he could into these four days. When Snape stopped to take a breath, Hermione glanced at her two friends sitting on either side of her. Harry was snoring quietly, with drool coming from his mouth, and Ron sat in his seat, carelessly twirling his quill in the air. She sighed, and continued writing notes on her parchment. The bell rang and every student jumped, cramming their parhment and quills back into their bags and heading out the door. Hermione nudged Harry to wake up and he awakned with a jump, "No Dudley...don't stick your socks in my face...I'm up..I'm up!!" Harry opened his eyes to see the remaining students in Snape's dungeon staring at him, and he looked down, obviously blushing. He grabbed his bag and began to walk out the door. Hermione was still gathering her things, and was soon one of the last students in the classroom, aside from Malfoy who was simply sitting in her seat.

Hermione began to walk out of the room and Malfoy brushed by her, slamming her to the wall and making all the contents of her bag spill on to the floor. "Watch where you're going next time, Mudblood," Malfoy hissed with a malicious tone in his voice.

"Arrogant jerk!" Hermione shouted at him as he walked out of the room. He turned back to her, an intense look in his gray eyes, staring into her, and Hermione turned away to avoid his gaze. She gathered her things and ran out of Potions, with Malfoy still lingering at the door of Potions.

What was he staring at me for? Hermione thought to herself. Pompous fool, probably thinks I have a crush on him like all the other girls at Hogwarts.. Practically all the girls in Hogwarts had a crush of Draco Malfoy, despite his Dark Arts roots. The seventh year boy had grown out of his lanky frame and was acutally quite handsome. Hermione shuddered at the thought of Malfoy being handsome and ran quickly to her next class.

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