Title: Do You Like What You See
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot
A/N: OK this is my first fic as you should know by now. I'm trying to dress
up the plot a little bit here, because yes, I do agree it is overdone. If
you can think of anything to put in here I would greatly appreciate any
help.
Chapter 3
Since it was a Monday Hermione had no choice but to meet up with Draco after the feast was over. She had no trouble getting away from the Gryffindor table.no one seemed to notice she was even there. She was starting to get a little annoyed with everyone. 'How can they ignore me like that? Like we haven't been friends for so long?'. So she got up and left, Knowing that even though she would receive only insults at least she would be getting a little attention.
She searched the Slytherin table and saw Draco sitting there with a pair of pale slender arms draped around his neck. As her eyes continued up she noticed a head of curly blonde hair and knew immediately it was Pansy. Those giggles could only belong to her.
"Pansy get the fuck off me before I smack you" Draco screamed at her. By the tone of his voice you could tell he was clearly annoyed with the girl, but she didn't seem to even flinch at this warning. 'She must be used to hearing it' thought Hermione as she heard them from a short distance away.
"Is it a crime to want to hold on to my dear boyfriend?" she asked trying to put innocence in her voice which was impossible for her.
"No it's not, too bad I'm not your boyfriend. Now get off!"
"Temper temper Mr. Malfoy, and I see no reason for such language". Hermione had actually spoken up to him, and with a hint of attitude. She couldn't believe herself. Maybe it was because all her friends were ignoring her, and she couldn't hold the frustration any longer.
'Attitude from Granger in front of all these Slytherins. I'm almost impressed.' "Fine Granger you found me. Let's get this over with. Just remember that I am in charge of course." In these situations it was obvious Draco needed to be in control. He lived for it. Seeing others obey *his* command. And that's exactly what Granger would do.
They patrolled the dark deserted corridors that night. Being the first day back no one, not even Potter and his invisibility cloak, was going to break the rules yet. It started to get very boring after a while. Neither talked unless you count the commands Draco gave about which way to turn. Hermione decided to herself that this would have to change or she would be crazy by the end of the month. She couldn't deal with this three nights a week. What she couldn't understand was there were no insults thrown at her. Nothing. At least when he insulted her there was talking, she couldn't take the eerie silence. Finally the patrolling was done and Draco walked her back to Gryffindor tower.
"Malfoy, I can make it back on my own thank you very much" she said although she couldn't say she didn't like the company in the dark halls.
"Well I am a Malfoy and Malfoys know their manners."
'Well they have an odd way of showing it I guess' she thought. "Well thank you. Goodnight." And with that they parted ways.
That night both were awake for quite some time. Both thought of that night. While Hermione wondered why Draco hadn't even bothered to call her mudblood, Draco was wondering why he had no desire to make fun of her all night.
The weeks were slowly progressing. Neither were working too hard in classes, as they were both smart so it came easily. Hermione could share a dorm and common room with the other sixth year prefects now. They had been having trouble locating a guard for it after an incident last year, but finally it was ready. Hermione liked to spend time in the Gryffindor common room that had become a home to her, but with Harry and Ron too busy for her, she didn't bother going in there often. As she sat by the fire reading she thought about the school year that lay ahead of her. She thought of her two best friends that had so much going on their lives that they didn't have much time for her. She knew she was attracted to Harry, but he was so busy that she felt that there was no point in pursuing it. She didn't know that the feeling was mutual. Harry had been attracted to her for a while now, but with quidditch, he didn't know what to do.
Her thoughts settled on Malfoy. What was it about him that made her think so much about him. She was upset that night she had to patrol with him, but he didn't even use it against her in any way. There was something different. His sarcasm and anger was forced, he did not start any conflict with the trio at all. 'Maybe there is a way to find out what he's been thinking about lately.'
On their next day for patrol she was going to try to talk to him. She met him in their common room and started out into the halls again. She greeted him with a warm hello trying to start the night off right. He noticed the warmth in her tone. 'She is being awfully nice tonight, and she looks nice too.' She did look good that night. They were both in muggle clothing. She wore a cute denim skirt and pale pink tank top. The outfit showed her graceful curves without flaunting too much. Draco noticed, because she didn't look like a Slytherin girl. He was intrigued.
"Good evening Hermione." He had noticed the genuine tone in her voice before. It was only fair to use it back.
"Wow calling me by my name for once. What have I done to deserve such an honor?" she joked with him.
"I can go back to mudblood if you like" he said mockingly.
"No Draco I prefer Hermione thank you". Wow he is actually joking with me. He is being sincere. Maybe there is a side of him that no one has ever seen before.
The two patrolled the halls that night, and continued to make small talk. It was nothing much, just enough to let the other know that there was a mutual respect. Both started to realize just how much the other had to offer. McGonagall was right after all. They were actually getting along, laughing, and having a good time. As much as Draco didn't understand it he was developing a friendship with Hermione. He didn't know what to think of this. Should he stop this or not? All he could think about was how they both needed friends. Obviously her friends weren't paying much attention to her lately, and well, he didn't have any friends really. Maybe this wasn't too bad. They were together in the night, nobody would really see the way he treated her then. Why not have a good time with her.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron couldn't understand what had happened to their best friend. Suddenly she wasn't around them except meals. They hadn't even bothered to realize that she had moved into the prefect dorms. They hardly saw her anymore and there was a gap growing between them. They decided that they would try to talk to her more, but they were busy and she had to realize that.
Hermione, however, was having a good time with someone else. The companionship she lacked from the boys was made up in time with Draco. She had a good time with him. He was smart and sincere. Although he still made sarcastic comments he was still becoming a genuine person. She learned that he was a born romantic although looking at his family you would never know it. She had no idea where he got that trait from. Suddenly he was a real human being in her eyes. The feeling was mutual. Although during the day they acted as enemies, they were becoming closer than ever before.
A/N: OK so what do you think? I know it needs something but I am trying to figure out what that is. Anyway I am trying to take it a little slow, as a relationship between these two can't really be rushed too much. I may be going too fast now, I don't know. So if you have any ideas feel free to pass them on to me
Chapter 3
Since it was a Monday Hermione had no choice but to meet up with Draco after the feast was over. She had no trouble getting away from the Gryffindor table.no one seemed to notice she was even there. She was starting to get a little annoyed with everyone. 'How can they ignore me like that? Like we haven't been friends for so long?'. So she got up and left, Knowing that even though she would receive only insults at least she would be getting a little attention.
She searched the Slytherin table and saw Draco sitting there with a pair of pale slender arms draped around his neck. As her eyes continued up she noticed a head of curly blonde hair and knew immediately it was Pansy. Those giggles could only belong to her.
"Pansy get the fuck off me before I smack you" Draco screamed at her. By the tone of his voice you could tell he was clearly annoyed with the girl, but she didn't seem to even flinch at this warning. 'She must be used to hearing it' thought Hermione as she heard them from a short distance away.
"Is it a crime to want to hold on to my dear boyfriend?" she asked trying to put innocence in her voice which was impossible for her.
"No it's not, too bad I'm not your boyfriend. Now get off!"
"Temper temper Mr. Malfoy, and I see no reason for such language". Hermione had actually spoken up to him, and with a hint of attitude. She couldn't believe herself. Maybe it was because all her friends were ignoring her, and she couldn't hold the frustration any longer.
'Attitude from Granger in front of all these Slytherins. I'm almost impressed.' "Fine Granger you found me. Let's get this over with. Just remember that I am in charge of course." In these situations it was obvious Draco needed to be in control. He lived for it. Seeing others obey *his* command. And that's exactly what Granger would do.
They patrolled the dark deserted corridors that night. Being the first day back no one, not even Potter and his invisibility cloak, was going to break the rules yet. It started to get very boring after a while. Neither talked unless you count the commands Draco gave about which way to turn. Hermione decided to herself that this would have to change or she would be crazy by the end of the month. She couldn't deal with this three nights a week. What she couldn't understand was there were no insults thrown at her. Nothing. At least when he insulted her there was talking, she couldn't take the eerie silence. Finally the patrolling was done and Draco walked her back to Gryffindor tower.
"Malfoy, I can make it back on my own thank you very much" she said although she couldn't say she didn't like the company in the dark halls.
"Well I am a Malfoy and Malfoys know their manners."
'Well they have an odd way of showing it I guess' she thought. "Well thank you. Goodnight." And with that they parted ways.
That night both were awake for quite some time. Both thought of that night. While Hermione wondered why Draco hadn't even bothered to call her mudblood, Draco was wondering why he had no desire to make fun of her all night.
The weeks were slowly progressing. Neither were working too hard in classes, as they were both smart so it came easily. Hermione could share a dorm and common room with the other sixth year prefects now. They had been having trouble locating a guard for it after an incident last year, but finally it was ready. Hermione liked to spend time in the Gryffindor common room that had become a home to her, but with Harry and Ron too busy for her, she didn't bother going in there often. As she sat by the fire reading she thought about the school year that lay ahead of her. She thought of her two best friends that had so much going on their lives that they didn't have much time for her. She knew she was attracted to Harry, but he was so busy that she felt that there was no point in pursuing it. She didn't know that the feeling was mutual. Harry had been attracted to her for a while now, but with quidditch, he didn't know what to do.
Her thoughts settled on Malfoy. What was it about him that made her think so much about him. She was upset that night she had to patrol with him, but he didn't even use it against her in any way. There was something different. His sarcasm and anger was forced, he did not start any conflict with the trio at all. 'Maybe there is a way to find out what he's been thinking about lately.'
On their next day for patrol she was going to try to talk to him. She met him in their common room and started out into the halls again. She greeted him with a warm hello trying to start the night off right. He noticed the warmth in her tone. 'She is being awfully nice tonight, and she looks nice too.' She did look good that night. They were both in muggle clothing. She wore a cute denim skirt and pale pink tank top. The outfit showed her graceful curves without flaunting too much. Draco noticed, because she didn't look like a Slytherin girl. He was intrigued.
"Good evening Hermione." He had noticed the genuine tone in her voice before. It was only fair to use it back.
"Wow calling me by my name for once. What have I done to deserve such an honor?" she joked with him.
"I can go back to mudblood if you like" he said mockingly.
"No Draco I prefer Hermione thank you". Wow he is actually joking with me. He is being sincere. Maybe there is a side of him that no one has ever seen before.
The two patrolled the halls that night, and continued to make small talk. It was nothing much, just enough to let the other know that there was a mutual respect. Both started to realize just how much the other had to offer. McGonagall was right after all. They were actually getting along, laughing, and having a good time. As much as Draco didn't understand it he was developing a friendship with Hermione. He didn't know what to think of this. Should he stop this or not? All he could think about was how they both needed friends. Obviously her friends weren't paying much attention to her lately, and well, he didn't have any friends really. Maybe this wasn't too bad. They were together in the night, nobody would really see the way he treated her then. Why not have a good time with her.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron couldn't understand what had happened to their best friend. Suddenly she wasn't around them except meals. They hadn't even bothered to realize that she had moved into the prefect dorms. They hardly saw her anymore and there was a gap growing between them. They decided that they would try to talk to her more, but they were busy and she had to realize that.
Hermione, however, was having a good time with someone else. The companionship she lacked from the boys was made up in time with Draco. She had a good time with him. He was smart and sincere. Although he still made sarcastic comments he was still becoming a genuine person. She learned that he was a born romantic although looking at his family you would never know it. She had no idea where he got that trait from. Suddenly he was a real human being in her eyes. The feeling was mutual. Although during the day they acted as enemies, they were becoming closer than ever before.
A/N: OK so what do you think? I know it needs something but I am trying to figure out what that is. Anyway I am trying to take it a little slow, as a relationship between these two can't really be rushed too much. I may be going too fast now, I don't know. So if you have any ideas feel free to pass them on to me
