October 25th

Well, I just had my first flying lesson and to be honest it wasn't that bad. I waited for Malfoy in the common room for about half an hour before I got sick of waiting and barged into his room. Bad idea, turns out Mr. Malfoy was just changing. Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how you look at it) he already had his pants on and he was just changing his shirt. The minute I barged in Malfoy turned around and we kind of just stared at each other. I stood there just gawking at his well-toned chest and abs (boy sure has grown up..) before I realized who I was looking at and stopped staring.

"Malfoy, we were supposed to be at the pitch half an hour ago for this dumb tutoring session," I said.

"I know, I fell asleep Granger, and I was just changing when you barged in here like a rampaging hippogriff."

"Well hurry up then!" I yelled and then I turned on my heel and made my way to the common room to wait, again. He finally got down there with his broom in hand and we went to the pitch.

"Ok, where's your broom?" he asked.

"Well you see because I hate flying, I never really had any need for a broom. I was kind of hoping that you could lend me your broom for the lessons.." I replied sheepishly.

"You want me to lend you my precious broom? My Black Hawk 3000?! The broom that was made especially for me? Did you know that there is no other broom like this on the planet?!" he practically yelled.

"Oh come on Malfoy, it's just a stupid broom."
"Just a stupid broom? JUST A STUPID BROOM?! This is the broom that I'm going to use when I beat Potter at quidditch!" he actually did yell this time. He then looked down at the broom in his hand and started talking to it. Yep that's right Draco Malfoy talked to his broom. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
"Don't listen to her, she's just a stupid Gryffindor. She doesn't know anything about quidditch or brooms." By this point I couldn't control it anymore; I burst out laughing and fell to the ground, tears streaming down my face and holding my side because it hurt so much from laughing. He must have realized what he was doing and who he was doing it in front of because he stopped and thrust the broom at me. I guess he thought that if he let me use it I'd shut up. Well he was right. After that the lesson went fairly well. Malfoy is actually a pretty good teacher; of course I'll never admit that to him. And he's not really that annoying when you talk to him, quite pleasant on the contrary. In fact, we had a civilized conversation. You heard correctly, Draco Malfoy and I, Hermione Granger, had a civilized conversation! Never in all my life would I imagine talking politely to Draco Malfoy. Who woulda thought?

That night

Malfoy and I were sitting under a tree, he was polishing his broomstick, and I was writing in this journal. As I was sitting there, I heard Malfoy get up, "I'm going back inside Granger. I'll see you later," and with that he turned around and walked off. When he got about halfway to the castle he turned around again and yelled, "Oh yea Granger, one more thing. Don't forget to write something about me in that journal of yours!"

Well, there's one more thing to add to my list of things I'll never understand: men. One minute they're nice and agreeable, and the next minute they're conceited and completely impossible!

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A/N- alright people. Remember I'm new here so I really need you to review and tell me how I'm doing (I appreciate constructive criticism). Also, I know the chapters so far have been short, but I'm trying to work on them and make them a bit longer. If you have any ideas for the story feel free to tell me!

x day dreams x