Hermione Granger sat down on the lawn overlooking the lake. She saw the
giant squid swim lazily just beneath the surface. Just one day into the new
school year, her 7th and final, and already she was feeling stressed. There
was just so much to do to prepare for the N.E.W.Ts and being Head Girl
placed even more responsibility on her. She sighed and took of The Standard
Book Of Spells, Grade 7, and started reading about the Fulluctus Charm,
which would make a hungry person feel full. She had hardly gotten past the
first sentence when she felt as though someone was watching. She turned
around and gasped.
"Well, well, if it isn't Granger," drawled the lazy voice of Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin. Draco walked closer to Hermione and sat down next to her. His usual companions, Crabbe and Goyle had both been asked to leave Hogwarts after they had both been unable to gain at least one O.W.L.
"Excuse me Malfoy, but what on earth do you think you're doing?" ask Hermione, startled. It was totally out of character for him to even speak to her, and only did so to call her a Mudblood.
"Well, Gra - I mean Hermione, there was actually something I wanted to speak to you about," said Draco in a soft voice. He looked at Hermione seriously. "All those times that I called you a Mudblood. I didn't mean it. I guess I was just afraid at how I actually felt. I mean, if my father knew that I well. that. I, um."
"Go on Draco," Hermione encouraged. "Just go ahead and say it." She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Ok." Draco took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is, my father wouldn't approve if he knew I liked a muggle-born girl." He quickly looked away from Hermione, embarrassed at the confession he had just made.
"Draco look at me," Hermione whispered. Draco turned his head and looked into the eyes of Hermione. "We could have gotten this over with ages ago, you know! I've felt the same way about you before!" And with that, she leant over and kissed Draco so passionately, she could feel the electricity.
"Well, well, if it isn't Granger," drawled the lazy voice of Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin. Draco walked closer to Hermione and sat down next to her. His usual companions, Crabbe and Goyle had both been asked to leave Hogwarts after they had both been unable to gain at least one O.W.L.
"Excuse me Malfoy, but what on earth do you think you're doing?" ask Hermione, startled. It was totally out of character for him to even speak to her, and only did so to call her a Mudblood.
"Well, Gra - I mean Hermione, there was actually something I wanted to speak to you about," said Draco in a soft voice. He looked at Hermione seriously. "All those times that I called you a Mudblood. I didn't mean it. I guess I was just afraid at how I actually felt. I mean, if my father knew that I well. that. I, um."
"Go on Draco," Hermione encouraged. "Just go ahead and say it." She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Ok." Draco took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is, my father wouldn't approve if he knew I liked a muggle-born girl." He quickly looked away from Hermione, embarrassed at the confession he had just made.
"Draco look at me," Hermione whispered. Draco turned his head and looked into the eyes of Hermione. "We could have gotten this over with ages ago, you know! I've felt the same way about you before!" And with that, she leant over and kissed Draco so passionately, she could feel the electricity.