"Watch it, mudblood"
"You watch it, inbred"
The whole school knows about the legendary shout-out battle between the slytherin prince and Gryffindor princess. They were always bickering about something trivial, even her best friends have stopped trying to tell her to stay away from Malfoy and his friends have gone busy making bets about when will Hermione Granger kick Draco Malfoy's groin.
It's not long before they draw their wands and send hexes to each other. Both trying to humiliate each other with stupid and embarrassing hexes known to wizarding world. One time Draco turns Hermione's hair in to bird nest, complete with birds and eggs in it, another time she makes his head so big he can't walk through the Great hall door for days. This time, the school staffs have had enough. "Disturbing the peace and giving bad example to young ones" they say. So they've decided to send the Heads to the kitchen for every meal time.
That's how we found them sitting across the small table with untouched food. The elves were no were to be found.
Draco, ever the observer, found himself staring at this girl again. Like he did several times before. He wanted to know how this girl easily messing with his head.
"How come you saw me catching that snitch?" he asked suddenly
"Excuse me?"
"Last house cup. You saw me catching that snitch"
Maybe it's the kitchen and its fire, but Draco swears that the sweat in her temple wasn't there before.
"Er…harry caught the snitch. Not you. Dreaming much, ferret?" she looks uncomfortable.
He kept looking at her and not sure how to counter that statement about potter caught the snitch. It's not like he could tell her something like "stop lying, mudblood. I even see you smiling at me" without her denied doing it. Impossible it might sound, but he never wants her to deny that smile. He wanted it to be real, not just his imagination.
"Stop staring at me" she said boldly
"I can do whatever I please, Granger"
"I hope you're pleased to be hexed, Malfoy"
"What? With that bush you called hair? You'll hex one of the house elves you love so much before you can even aim at me"
"I don't have to see you to hex you, Malfoy. Your stupidity is gigantic; my peripheral vision is filled with it!"
"Ha! So did you just admit that you have your eyes on me, mudblood?"
"I won't even justified that with an answer, so I won't"
"Is that why you were rooting for me? Do you fancy me, Hermione?" he says it with fake sweetness
Her face turns grey and than green and than Draco starts to feel another awkward moment. Shouldn't ask that
"malfoy, are you mental?...do you actually entertain that thought in your stupid head? I fancy you?"
"You were smiling at me!" after he blurted it, he felt like dying. Oh out all of the things to say, and you pick that? Father, please kill me.
Shocked. "What! Malfoy, you…" but after a mere second, her face turns again from green to white to red. Out of anger or what, he will never know. But it's not a nice red. She's going to explode! I'm going to die!
Inhaling deep breath, Hermione muttering something like curses in French or whatever to calm down. Closing her eyes and massaging her temple until her color back to normal.
He honestly hopes to run as fast as he can to his dungeon room, but somehow his feet rooted to the kitchen floor. Minutes fly like hours. Until suddenly Hermione opens up her eyes and fix her eyes to one ghostly pale Malfoy.
She smirks and asks "so, what smile exactly were you seeing, malfoy? This?" and she smiles diabolically.
"Huh?" he could only gapping at her question. What the hell?
"Do you fancy me, draco?"
"Huh?"
She giggles and taps his hand. She's transferring her mudblood germs on me! It burns!
"That explains, you know…all this years" she sighs and looks at him and sighs again "…all this years" and she smiles at him.
That smile! All she has to do is smile that smile, and there go all Draco's defenses. He's glob smacked! And she's leaving the kitchen! Wait, what? What the hell just happen? By the time Draco got back his brain, Hermione granger left him speechless. That smile, Merlin! Why? The memory of her first smile comes to him in a flash. And he remembers the feeling of it.
I, haven't felt like this in so many moons
you know what I mean
She has a nice smile. Yes, that's got to be it. Nice smile. Nobody tells Draco about mud blood's smile. So maybe some mud blood have nice smile. Right? Right?
a/n: I've decided to make this a song-fic or sort of and I'm using Gavin DeGraw's "Follow Through" (-that's my disclaimer tooo!) you must listen to that song! amazing! and there will be some lyrics from other songs. if you can guess it, it'll be great! send me some looove!