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A/N: Just as promised, chapter four! Review when finished. By the way, this chapter is from Draco's POV.
Her hand met his face and instantly he felt the pain. It stung more then the last time. He winced for a moment and closed his eyes. He held them shut as he took in deeps breaths. Then slowly he opened them. And there she was. Her face red with anger and fury.
He was about to grab her and show her whose boss, but something stopped him. He stared at her. Something about her was different. She didn't look like a child waiting to be picked on anymore. Now she looked like a woman. And it stunned him. Why did he suddenly notice the change in her?
She glared at him for another moment, and then she continued on her way. He went off down another hallway as quickly as he could. Trying to get as far away from her as possible. What had he gotten into? Why did he suddenly feel so differently for her? What was wrong with him?
He walked through the last few corridors and to the painting at the Slytherin common room. A picture of a young woman was there. She looked slightly tall, and pale. She had dark raven colored hair that hung in little ringlets around her shoulders. She had emerald green eyes and wore what looked to be a very heavy black and silver dress.
"What happened to the painting of the old man?" Draco asked.
"I don't know. Are you in this house?" She tilted her head, but had a slightly mischievous look about her.
"Yes." He nodded in response.
"Do you have the password?" she questioned as she arched an eyebrow.
"Yes. Silver Serpent." He almost hissed.
"Correct. You may now enter Mister Malfoy." She smiled evilly.
"How do you know my name?" He paused as he entered.
"How do I know your name? I've heard the children whisper it in fear as they enter and exit the room. I know all about Slytherin and the kind of people in it, but you are different. Most Slytherins are feared by the other three houses, and yet you are feared by even your own kind." She grinned.
"And do they ever mention why they fear me so much?" He smiled cruelly.
"Oh I think you know quite well. Yes, I do indeed think you know why Mister Malfoy. Now I advise going in before the door closes on you. Wouldn't want that to happen now would we?" she smirked and started to quickly swing shut.
* * * * * * * * * * *
As he lay awake in bed that night he thought about Hermione. What was so different about her that caught him off guard? Had she changed so much over the summer? Why was it that he had to notice at that exact moment? If it had been anyone else that slapped him at that moment he would have her pinned painfully to the wall. But not Hermione? Why not Hermione?
Draco couldn't sleep. So he got up and pulled out his books. The only thing that he could concentrate on at that time of night besides quidditch. If it had been daytime he would be out there on his broom trying to forget about her, but it was night, and far too late to be out. So he began reading up on everything they would be learning that year in transfiguration.
Draco looked at everything about the people that could change into animals. He forgot what they were called, and decided that he would check up on that tomorrow. He wanted to concentrate on something before he got too far with thinking of Hermione. Certainly it would all stop then.
* * * * * * * * * * * * The next morning he went to breakfast just like the years before. He sat down by Crabbe and Goyle. You couldn't exactly call them friends, they were too stupid. They weren't bodyguards, because now he was one of the strongest guys in the entire school. They were more like giant blobs of mass that mumbled to themselves and followed him around all day.
He was peacefully eating his breakfast. No one was talking to him, and it was perfectly quiet down at his end of the table. Then it happened. The one thing he despised the most, Pansy.
For the longest time she had been the biggest airhead in the world. The way she acted, you would swear she was the blonde they got all the ideas for blonde jokes from. Then in their fifth year she changed. She became more mature. She was no longer a nuisance. Now she could be rather pleasant to be around. Sometimes he even went out of his way to try and get her attention, although he didn't have to. She was head over heels in love with him since the very beginning. But now she wasn't following him around like before.
So over the last year he had developed sort of a crush on her. She had such pretty ebony hair, and eyes so brown they almost looked black. She was sweet, and gentle towards almost every member of the male species. Especially to him.
"Hey Draco." She gave him a friendly hug before taking a seat next to him.
"Hey." He greeted her with one of his rare genuine smiles.
"How was your summer?" She asked to start conversation.
"It was ok, nothing spectacular. How was yours?" He inquired.
"It was great. I spent the summer with a lot of the others who are planning on joining next year at your fathers other place. I didn't see you there." He knew what she was talking about.
Over the summer many people gathered at his father's other residence to prepare for their initiation at the end of the school year. They got to play around with muggle torture devises. Learn new, and more painful curses. It was a fairly new program, but he didn't attend because he already knew all about everything there. Besides, he wasn't looking forward to becoming an old, wrinkled, prune's servant.
"Too many people in my house. Not enough privacy, so I stayed in the other one with my mom." He shrugged.
"That's nice." She nodded.
"I guess. Listen, I've got to grab something in the library. But I'll see you later ok." He smiled as he got up.
"Sure. See ya." She waved as he ran off towards the library.
Draco ran as fast as he could to the library, but half way there he was notified by another student that they had less then two minutes to get to class. So he turned around and sprinted to class, and still he managed to be late.
"Take your seat." Professor Mcgonnagoll shook her head in disbelief.
"First day of school and you've already managed one tardy. And you Mister Malfoy, being a school prefect and all, I would expect more from you." She sternly scolded.
"I apologize. It won't happen again." He took his seat.
As McGonnagoll started her lessons he looked around the room and his eyes somehow landed on Hermione. She was twirling a lock of her hair around her finger and her other hand was busy writing notes. He continued to watch her for some unknown reason, and when he finally forced his gaze away he noticed Weasley staring at her with adoration. It made him sick. Not because a pureblood had feelings for a mudblood, but for some other reason. It began to annoy him and he tried to focus his attention on other things for the rest of the class.
He slowly picked up his belongings and watched as Weasley walked up and waited for Hermione to gather up her things. When she finished he took her stuff from her and placed his arm around her shoulder and walked her out and off towards their next class. For some odd reason he suddenly was a bit angered by this. So he sped to class taking another route.
"Draco wait up!" A voice called after him.
"Are you ok Draco?" Pansy asked as she walked alongside of him.
"Yeah, I'm just a little distracted." He sighed.
"Sorry, then I guess now's not a good time for this, but I've got to Draco." She said softly.
"Sorry? For what?" He asked.
"For this." She pushed him against the wall and pressed her lips to his.
She kissed him and then she kissed him again. When she pulled away she stared at him, but only for a moment, and then raced to her next class, leaving a very happy, and somewhat confused Draco to get a second tardy on his first day back.
A/N: So, what do you think of that? Good chapter or no? If you want more chapters from his POV you've gotta let me know. Review, but please no flames! Seven reviews will get you chapter five!
A/N: Just as promised, chapter four! Review when finished. By the way, this chapter is from Draco's POV.
Her hand met his face and instantly he felt the pain. It stung more then the last time. He winced for a moment and closed his eyes. He held them shut as he took in deeps breaths. Then slowly he opened them. And there she was. Her face red with anger and fury.
He was about to grab her and show her whose boss, but something stopped him. He stared at her. Something about her was different. She didn't look like a child waiting to be picked on anymore. Now she looked like a woman. And it stunned him. Why did he suddenly notice the change in her?
She glared at him for another moment, and then she continued on her way. He went off down another hallway as quickly as he could. Trying to get as far away from her as possible. What had he gotten into? Why did he suddenly feel so differently for her? What was wrong with him?
He walked through the last few corridors and to the painting at the Slytherin common room. A picture of a young woman was there. She looked slightly tall, and pale. She had dark raven colored hair that hung in little ringlets around her shoulders. She had emerald green eyes and wore what looked to be a very heavy black and silver dress.
"What happened to the painting of the old man?" Draco asked.
"I don't know. Are you in this house?" She tilted her head, but had a slightly mischievous look about her.
"Yes." He nodded in response.
"Do you have the password?" she questioned as she arched an eyebrow.
"Yes. Silver Serpent." He almost hissed.
"Correct. You may now enter Mister Malfoy." She smiled evilly.
"How do you know my name?" He paused as he entered.
"How do I know your name? I've heard the children whisper it in fear as they enter and exit the room. I know all about Slytherin and the kind of people in it, but you are different. Most Slytherins are feared by the other three houses, and yet you are feared by even your own kind." She grinned.
"And do they ever mention why they fear me so much?" He smiled cruelly.
"Oh I think you know quite well. Yes, I do indeed think you know why Mister Malfoy. Now I advise going in before the door closes on you. Wouldn't want that to happen now would we?" she smirked and started to quickly swing shut.
* * * * * * * * * * *
As he lay awake in bed that night he thought about Hermione. What was so different about her that caught him off guard? Had she changed so much over the summer? Why was it that he had to notice at that exact moment? If it had been anyone else that slapped him at that moment he would have her pinned painfully to the wall. But not Hermione? Why not Hermione?
Draco couldn't sleep. So he got up and pulled out his books. The only thing that he could concentrate on at that time of night besides quidditch. If it had been daytime he would be out there on his broom trying to forget about her, but it was night, and far too late to be out. So he began reading up on everything they would be learning that year in transfiguration.
Draco looked at everything about the people that could change into animals. He forgot what they were called, and decided that he would check up on that tomorrow. He wanted to concentrate on something before he got too far with thinking of Hermione. Certainly it would all stop then.
* * * * * * * * * * * * The next morning he went to breakfast just like the years before. He sat down by Crabbe and Goyle. You couldn't exactly call them friends, they were too stupid. They weren't bodyguards, because now he was one of the strongest guys in the entire school. They were more like giant blobs of mass that mumbled to themselves and followed him around all day.
He was peacefully eating his breakfast. No one was talking to him, and it was perfectly quiet down at his end of the table. Then it happened. The one thing he despised the most, Pansy.
For the longest time she had been the biggest airhead in the world. The way she acted, you would swear she was the blonde they got all the ideas for blonde jokes from. Then in their fifth year she changed. She became more mature. She was no longer a nuisance. Now she could be rather pleasant to be around. Sometimes he even went out of his way to try and get her attention, although he didn't have to. She was head over heels in love with him since the very beginning. But now she wasn't following him around like before.
So over the last year he had developed sort of a crush on her. She had such pretty ebony hair, and eyes so brown they almost looked black. She was sweet, and gentle towards almost every member of the male species. Especially to him.
"Hey Draco." She gave him a friendly hug before taking a seat next to him.
"Hey." He greeted her with one of his rare genuine smiles.
"How was your summer?" She asked to start conversation.
"It was ok, nothing spectacular. How was yours?" He inquired.
"It was great. I spent the summer with a lot of the others who are planning on joining next year at your fathers other place. I didn't see you there." He knew what she was talking about.
Over the summer many people gathered at his father's other residence to prepare for their initiation at the end of the school year. They got to play around with muggle torture devises. Learn new, and more painful curses. It was a fairly new program, but he didn't attend because he already knew all about everything there. Besides, he wasn't looking forward to becoming an old, wrinkled, prune's servant.
"Too many people in my house. Not enough privacy, so I stayed in the other one with my mom." He shrugged.
"That's nice." She nodded.
"I guess. Listen, I've got to grab something in the library. But I'll see you later ok." He smiled as he got up.
"Sure. See ya." She waved as he ran off towards the library.
Draco ran as fast as he could to the library, but half way there he was notified by another student that they had less then two minutes to get to class. So he turned around and sprinted to class, and still he managed to be late.
"Take your seat." Professor Mcgonnagoll shook her head in disbelief.
"First day of school and you've already managed one tardy. And you Mister Malfoy, being a school prefect and all, I would expect more from you." She sternly scolded.
"I apologize. It won't happen again." He took his seat.
As McGonnagoll started her lessons he looked around the room and his eyes somehow landed on Hermione. She was twirling a lock of her hair around her finger and her other hand was busy writing notes. He continued to watch her for some unknown reason, and when he finally forced his gaze away he noticed Weasley staring at her with adoration. It made him sick. Not because a pureblood had feelings for a mudblood, but for some other reason. It began to annoy him and he tried to focus his attention on other things for the rest of the class.
He slowly picked up his belongings and watched as Weasley walked up and waited for Hermione to gather up her things. When she finished he took her stuff from her and placed his arm around her shoulder and walked her out and off towards their next class. For some odd reason he suddenly was a bit angered by this. So he sped to class taking another route.
"Draco wait up!" A voice called after him.
"Are you ok Draco?" Pansy asked as she walked alongside of him.
"Yeah, I'm just a little distracted." He sighed.
"Sorry, then I guess now's not a good time for this, but I've got to Draco." She said softly.
"Sorry? For what?" He asked.
"For this." She pushed him against the wall and pressed her lips to his.
She kissed him and then she kissed him again. When she pulled away she stared at him, but only for a moment, and then raced to her next class, leaving a very happy, and somewhat confused Draco to get a second tardy on his first day back.
A/N: So, what do you think of that? Good chapter or no? If you want more chapters from his POV you've gotta let me know. Review, but please no flames! Seven reviews will get you chapter five!