Tuesday morning Draco was walking down the fall by himself. He was so glad to have escaped the presence of his usual cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. He saw that Hermione was walking towards him, her face buried in a book. Although he knew they were going to crash, he did nothing to stop it.
Hermione also saw that she was walking toward Draco, and, like him, did nothing to stop the impact that accrued a few seconds later.
Books, quills, and paper went everywhere. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Draco were all down on the floor, picking up Draco and Hermione's scattered belongings. When everything was cleared away, and Draco started to walk off, Ron called out to him.
"Oy! Malfoy! Why didn't you blame us for the fall? Or did you trip yourself?"
"I was just trying to be nice for once!" Draco snapped back. "Do Hermione and Harry treat you so bad, that you don't know what nice is?" He added.
"Actually," Hermione began, "I thought YOU were the one that had no understanding of being nice."
"I do know how to be nice. I choose not to waste my kindness on scarheads, weasels, and mudbloods though!"
When he said that, Hermione started crying, and ran off. Looking daggers at Draco, Harry and Ron turned, and followed Hermione. Draco sighed. He was trying to be nice to Hermione. He never meant to yell at her, or call her a mudblood. But he did. And now she was crying, and there was no possible way she was going to like him anymore.
Hermione was crying. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, she told herself. Why did I ever think that he was so cute? He is so evil. Why oh why did I ever think good things about him?
By now Harry and Ron had caught up to her. Drying her eyes, they all walked into the Great Hall for lunch. "What do we have after lunch?" Harry asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Double Potions with the Slytherins. Then Care of Magical Creatures, with the Slytherins." Hermione replied. "It's going to be a long afternoon."
"Ahhh, let me see. Who shall I pair together?" Snape said, in his greasy way of talking, later that afternoon. "Let's have Potter and Bulstorde. Weasley and Parkinson. Crabbe and Brown. Neville and Goyle. And, let me see here." He said again, rubbing his hands together.
Hermione sighed. She already knew whom she was going to be paired with. Draco Malfoy.
Across the room, Draco also knew that he was going to be paired with Granger. He was hoping, that this time, he would not act stupid. He prayed that his tongue wouldn't slip, and he wouldn't call her a mudblood.
"Malfoy and Granger." Snape finally announced, and nobody was surprised. They were, after all, the top two students in the school. Hermione sighed, and moved her things to the empty spot near Draco. She set up her cauldron, and poured in the ingredients Snape had written on the chalkboard.
A/N: This is it! The third chapter! I am thinking of making the next a songfic, from Draco's point of view. What do you think? Please review, and that is all I have to say!
Hermione also saw that she was walking toward Draco, and, like him, did nothing to stop the impact that accrued a few seconds later.
Books, quills, and paper went everywhere. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Draco were all down on the floor, picking up Draco and Hermione's scattered belongings. When everything was cleared away, and Draco started to walk off, Ron called out to him.
"Oy! Malfoy! Why didn't you blame us for the fall? Or did you trip yourself?"
"I was just trying to be nice for once!" Draco snapped back. "Do Hermione and Harry treat you so bad, that you don't know what nice is?" He added.
"Actually," Hermione began, "I thought YOU were the one that had no understanding of being nice."
"I do know how to be nice. I choose not to waste my kindness on scarheads, weasels, and mudbloods though!"
When he said that, Hermione started crying, and ran off. Looking daggers at Draco, Harry and Ron turned, and followed Hermione. Draco sighed. He was trying to be nice to Hermione. He never meant to yell at her, or call her a mudblood. But he did. And now she was crying, and there was no possible way she was going to like him anymore.
Hermione was crying. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, she told herself. Why did I ever think that he was so cute? He is so evil. Why oh why did I ever think good things about him?
By now Harry and Ron had caught up to her. Drying her eyes, they all walked into the Great Hall for lunch. "What do we have after lunch?" Harry asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Double Potions with the Slytherins. Then Care of Magical Creatures, with the Slytherins." Hermione replied. "It's going to be a long afternoon."
"Ahhh, let me see. Who shall I pair together?" Snape said, in his greasy way of talking, later that afternoon. "Let's have Potter and Bulstorde. Weasley and Parkinson. Crabbe and Brown. Neville and Goyle. And, let me see here." He said again, rubbing his hands together.
Hermione sighed. She already knew whom she was going to be paired with. Draco Malfoy.
Across the room, Draco also knew that he was going to be paired with Granger. He was hoping, that this time, he would not act stupid. He prayed that his tongue wouldn't slip, and he wouldn't call her a mudblood.
"Malfoy and Granger." Snape finally announced, and nobody was surprised. They were, after all, the top two students in the school. Hermione sighed, and moved her things to the empty spot near Draco. She set up her cauldron, and poured in the ingredients Snape had written on the chalkboard.
A/N: This is it! The third chapter! I am thinking of making the next a songfic, from Draco's point of view. What do you think? Please review, and that is all I have to say!
