I was nervous about exams, and left the Slytherin tower to wander the halls, as I often did when I was nervous. As I turned the corner that led to the Great Hall, I noticed a shadowy figure walking towards me. It was oblivious of my presence and continued walking until it bumped into me. It was Hermione Granger. Hah! I thought to myself. If anyone knew that Little Miss Head Girl Granger was out wandering the halls at 2 in the morning, she would surely get in trouble. "Good God, Granger......can't you ever learn to watch where you are going?" I screamed at her figure, which lay on the ground. She looked up at my, perplexed. In the first year, I had thought of her as ugly with her bushy hair and buck teeth, but over the years, Granger had become beautiful. Her hair had become straight and after the incident where I made her teeth grow past her shoulders, her teeth had become a normal size. I stared at her, amazed that I hadn't noticed how beautiful she was before.
"Uh..I.. was..." she stuttered, obviously at a loss for words, and then retorted with indignation, "Why do you care Malfoy? And why are you out at this hour?"
"Ah, but Granger, you too are wandering the halls," I said.
"Whatever Malfoy, get out of my way! If you tell anyone...ugh!" she replied, annoyed.
"Ooooh! I can see the scandal now, Granger, Head Girl caught breaking the rules!" I called after her. I was intrigued by what she would reply, but she didn't say anything. Curious, I ran to her and grabbed her wrist. She turned to me a shot me a dirty look.
"What do you want now? So you caught me wandering the halls. Big deal. Now leave me alone!" she exclaimed angrily. "Jerk.." she muttered under her breath.
I was drawn into this conversation and kept my firm grip on her wrist. "Malfoy," she growled, "Let go of me now!"
"Or what?" I asked, amused.
"Augh, you stupid snotty little prat! Let go of me!" she retorted.
I released my grip, and she stomped off. Afraid that Hermione would notify someone, I hurried back into the Slytherin tower, and crawled into the tall, four poster bed. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her being Hermione. I felt ashamed in a way that I, a Slytherin, had a crush on her a Gryffindor.
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