Disclaimer: Owning Harry Potter isn't child's play. And this game I can't play, try as hard as I may.
Written for the 'Stratified Agate' Challenge thrown by Lamia in the Dark.
Pairing: Dramione
Hermione was sure. Something was wrong.
Draco Malfoy was becoming unreal. He was unnaturally nice with her, and she had her hackles risen up, prepared for any surprise buckets of water on her head, or a handful of Bulbuster Frogs in her bag. She knew he had changed, yes sure, but you couldn't blame her if she felt antsy around him, especially when he would glance up at her in the middle of an assignment, thinking furiously as he gazed at her with his disturbingly piercing gaze.
Something was wrong.
He had surely slipped something into her sandwich, or maybe the elves had messed up and mixed some potion into her food, because hello, what other explanation was there that each time she read a text on dragons, an annoying blond head bobbed in her vision, drawling and grinning at her? Moreover, she was developing a sudden breathlessness when he'd lean in and point out a spelling error in a book, or whisper a remark that ridiculed someone at a distance. It was probably his stupid musk cologne that made her all light-headed.
Something was wrong.
She'd never supposed that she would ever devote this much space in her brain to Draco Malfoy, trying to figure out the mystery behind his swirling eyes, or his seemingly perfect hair, or his soft absent smiles that he smiled when he doodled in his book.
Something was wrong.
But frankly, Hermione was tired of being right all the time.
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