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(Hermione still puzzled about the three nights before walked to Potions that afternoon by herself. She saw Draco Friday, and now she had to see him Monday. Hermione told Ron and Harry to go on to class before her.)
As Hermione walked into class three minutes late, she saw the class had already split into their groups. She looked to see Snape giving her a death look for being late; but for some odd reason didn't say anything; he just looked back down at the papers he was working with.
"Hermione" someone called. She turned to see Draco at a desk in the far corner of the room. Draco had never called her 'Hermione' before, the only names she had ever heard from him were 'Granger' and 'Mudblood'. Harry and Ron seemed to notice it too; they looked at Draco then her.
She slowly walked towards him and gently sat down next to him, he gave her a gentle look; he wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning either.
"We're ahead of the class," he mentioned as thy started to open their books.
"How far ahead?" Hermione questioned.
"I talked to Snape before class and told him what he did, we're almost done actually."
"That's great!" Hermione beamed. "Let's finish it."
"Alright, but you need to help me on this part of the potion right here." Draco confessed awkwardly.
For the rest of the period, Hermione helped him out with the potion, and actually had a good time doing it. They both laughed whenever they accidentally messed something up, and got frustrated whenever the ingredients wouldn't make sense. Hermione realized that their personalities were quite the same in different ways.
Fifteen minutes before class was over, they had actually finished the potion making part of the project, all they had to do was write the 8 inch essay on it. They started talking about Crabbe and Goyle (Both meanly and nicely) until Snape told the class to get out of his sight.
"You want to meet at the Library at 7?" Hermione asked a little too quickly.
"Make it 7:30," Draco answered, I have Quidditch practice until 6:45."
"Alright, see you then." She said as she got up. As she left the room leaving, she turned back around and said "You know, I've never played Quidditch before. Is it fun?"
"It's the best thing out there." Draco said with his head down, putting his books away.
Hermione blushed as she asked him, "Do you think you could teach me? I've always wanted to learn.
"Why don't you ask Potter," He commented briskly.
Hermione tightened the grip on her books so that she wouldn't drop them.
"Because," "I would like to see how you would to see your point of view on Quidditch, not his."
Draco looked up and studied her, then he smirked and said "Sure, why not? Come down to the Quidditch field at 7, that way no one sees you."
Hermione didn't know whether she should take that remark as a compliment or an insult.
As she walked out of the room, for the first time she was actually looking forward to seeing Draco...
(Hermione still puzzled about the three nights before walked to Potions that afternoon by herself. She saw Draco Friday, and now she had to see him Monday. Hermione told Ron and Harry to go on to class before her.)
As Hermione walked into class three minutes late, she saw the class had already split into their groups. She looked to see Snape giving her a death look for being late; but for some odd reason didn't say anything; he just looked back down at the papers he was working with.
"Hermione" someone called. She turned to see Draco at a desk in the far corner of the room. Draco had never called her 'Hermione' before, the only names she had ever heard from him were 'Granger' and 'Mudblood'. Harry and Ron seemed to notice it too; they looked at Draco then her.
She slowly walked towards him and gently sat down next to him, he gave her a gentle look; he wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning either.
"We're ahead of the class," he mentioned as thy started to open their books.
"How far ahead?" Hermione questioned.
"I talked to Snape before class and told him what he did, we're almost done actually."
"That's great!" Hermione beamed. "Let's finish it."
"Alright, but you need to help me on this part of the potion right here." Draco confessed awkwardly.
For the rest of the period, Hermione helped him out with the potion, and actually had a good time doing it. They both laughed whenever they accidentally messed something up, and got frustrated whenever the ingredients wouldn't make sense. Hermione realized that their personalities were quite the same in different ways.
Fifteen minutes before class was over, they had actually finished the potion making part of the project, all they had to do was write the 8 inch essay on it. They started talking about Crabbe and Goyle (Both meanly and nicely) until Snape told the class to get out of his sight.
"You want to meet at the Library at 7?" Hermione asked a little too quickly.
"Make it 7:30," Draco answered, I have Quidditch practice until 6:45."
"Alright, see you then." She said as she got up. As she left the room leaving, she turned back around and said "You know, I've never played Quidditch before. Is it fun?"
"It's the best thing out there." Draco said with his head down, putting his books away.
Hermione blushed as she asked him, "Do you think you could teach me? I've always wanted to learn.
"Why don't you ask Potter," He commented briskly.
Hermione tightened the grip on her books so that she wouldn't drop them.
"Because," "I would like to see how you would to see your point of view on Quidditch, not his."
Draco looked up and studied her, then he smirked and said "Sure, why not? Come down to the Quidditch field at 7, that way no one sees you."
Hermione didn't know whether she should take that remark as a compliment or an insult.
As she walked out of the room, for the first time she was actually looking forward to seeing Draco...