A./N.- I know that this story will probably never happen but neither will
half of the ones out there. I just love Draco(he's my favorite) and he is
so cool all of the time so I figure he can like anyone he darn well
pleases! Here goes....
"Hermione?" Ron asked one night in the common room," Can we talk to you for a minute?" " Yeah," she replied looking up from her homework," What about?" " Well, you have been acting kind of weird lately." " What do you mean?" " You haven't been paying much attention to your work and you have been a little bit touchy." " No I haven't!" They raised their eyebrows at her. " Hermione, you are the only one that knows why you are acting like this," Harry said, trying to persuade her to tell him. She looked at her best friends and then looked away, feeling guilty about not sharing her feelings. Hermione knew very well why she was acting like this, but wasn't about to tell. Not right now anyway. " We are really gonna cream Slytherin today," Harry said, rubbing his hands together. " Yeah," Ron laughed," they don't stand a chance." " I'm going to pound Malfoy so far into the ground," Harry said, bravely," that the people on the other side of the world can see him." " Can you imagine the look on his ugly face-" Hermione's fork clattered loudly as she threw it down, cutting Ron short. They both looked at her, surprised. " What is the matter with you?" Ron asked. " Could you two just stop for one minute?" she demanded, on the verge of tears. " Hermione, what are you-" " You know exactly what I am talking about, Harry!" Hermione yelled at him, standing up. Everyone in the hall turned to face them. " You can never wait to do something terrible to him, can you?" She shook in rage. " Hermione," Ron stared up at her in disbelief, ",are you defending him?" " Well, well, well," Draco Malfoy strode over, " what have we here, Potter? Granger?" " It's nothing, Malfoy," Ron spat. " Was I talking to you, Weasley?" Draco sneered. "Go away," Harry gritted his teeth. " I'd rather discuss it with Granger, if you don't mind," he began walking around Hermione, surveying her as one would a statue in a museum. " If you touch her, I'll-" You'll what, Potter?" Malfoy smirked. His fingers lightly caressed Hermione's shoulder. " Oh no," he said in mock horror," I've touched Potter's girlfriend." He picked a napkin up off the table and wiped his hands on it, a disgusted look on his face." Mudblood," he snorted. Ron lunged at Malfoy, forcing him to the ground. " Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, trying to pull him off. She screamed as she got pulled into the fight. Harry tried to reach her, only to be pulled in himself. " Stop this instant!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang through the hall. By the time, she and Snape pulled them all apart Malfoy had a bleeding lip and Ron's nose was dripping blood. Harry's robes were badly ripped and Hermione had a bruise forming under her right eye." You four!" McGonagall shook her head. Snape looked as though his birthday had come early. " I think," he sneered, trying to stare Harry down," that Weasley, Potter, and Granger should all get detentions." " Really, Serverus," McGonagall said," Malfoy was in on the fighting, too. Detention for all of you." " But-" " No buts, Weasley. You are to report to Mr. Filch tomorrow evening for your detentions. Now I suggest that you all get to the Quidditch pitch. Nothing is going to happen with both seekers missing."
"Hermione?" Ron asked one night in the common room," Can we talk to you for a minute?" " Yeah," she replied looking up from her homework," What about?" " Well, you have been acting kind of weird lately." " What do you mean?" " You haven't been paying much attention to your work and you have been a little bit touchy." " No I haven't!" They raised their eyebrows at her. " Hermione, you are the only one that knows why you are acting like this," Harry said, trying to persuade her to tell him. She looked at her best friends and then looked away, feeling guilty about not sharing her feelings. Hermione knew very well why she was acting like this, but wasn't about to tell. Not right now anyway. " We are really gonna cream Slytherin today," Harry said, rubbing his hands together. " Yeah," Ron laughed," they don't stand a chance." " I'm going to pound Malfoy so far into the ground," Harry said, bravely," that the people on the other side of the world can see him." " Can you imagine the look on his ugly face-" Hermione's fork clattered loudly as she threw it down, cutting Ron short. They both looked at her, surprised. " What is the matter with you?" Ron asked. " Could you two just stop for one minute?" she demanded, on the verge of tears. " Hermione, what are you-" " You know exactly what I am talking about, Harry!" Hermione yelled at him, standing up. Everyone in the hall turned to face them. " You can never wait to do something terrible to him, can you?" She shook in rage. " Hermione," Ron stared up at her in disbelief, ",are you defending him?" " Well, well, well," Draco Malfoy strode over, " what have we here, Potter? Granger?" " It's nothing, Malfoy," Ron spat. " Was I talking to you, Weasley?" Draco sneered. "Go away," Harry gritted his teeth. " I'd rather discuss it with Granger, if you don't mind," he began walking around Hermione, surveying her as one would a statue in a museum. " If you touch her, I'll-" You'll what, Potter?" Malfoy smirked. His fingers lightly caressed Hermione's shoulder. " Oh no," he said in mock horror," I've touched Potter's girlfriend." He picked a napkin up off the table and wiped his hands on it, a disgusted look on his face." Mudblood," he snorted. Ron lunged at Malfoy, forcing him to the ground. " Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, trying to pull him off. She screamed as she got pulled into the fight. Harry tried to reach her, only to be pulled in himself. " Stop this instant!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang through the hall. By the time, she and Snape pulled them all apart Malfoy had a bleeding lip and Ron's nose was dripping blood. Harry's robes were badly ripped and Hermione had a bruise forming under her right eye." You four!" McGonagall shook her head. Snape looked as though his birthday had come early. " I think," he sneered, trying to stare Harry down," that Weasley, Potter, and Granger should all get detentions." " Really, Serverus," McGonagall said," Malfoy was in on the fighting, too. Detention for all of you." " But-" " No buts, Weasley. You are to report to Mr. Filch tomorrow evening for your detentions. Now I suggest that you all get to the Quidditch pitch. Nothing is going to happen with both seekers missing."