Hermione stood @ her head girl bedroom pearing out onto the balcony. There stood draco malfoy, the hottest guy in school. I wonder which poor girl hes dreaming of knocking up? Does he even care that his father is in Azkaban? Why does he hav to be so mean? If only he would notice me as more then mudblood granger.

She watched as draco walked back into the common room and slumped on the couch obviously miserable. She walked out when she noticed him sitting on her transfiguration homework.

"hey malfoy can u pass me that paper under ur ass or do I have to get it myself?" she asked.

"sure Hermione" he said absentmindly chucking the paper over his head towards her.

Did he just call me Hermione? Why

" pardon. What did u call me?" she asked questionly

" wat "

"y did u call me Hermione?" she asked clearly disturbed

" like u care" he replied bitterly

" well I do so spill" she said while sitting down beside him

" why do u bother?" he asked

" I bother because I care"

(that was pretty short but I cant help writing short chappys)