He watched Hermione mostly. He loved to watch her... her hips that swayed
like a temptress when she walked though she didn't know it or she would
have attempted to walk differently.
Draco watched Harry and Ron chatting with her and caught a few gazes from other boys. No, he never tried to fool himself into thinking he was the only one who watched her. He just wished she saw the heated gazes sent her way.
It struck him like a sledgehammer as he watched a blonde Gryffindor approach Hermione and talk to her for a few minutes.
She doesn't know she's beautiful!
Draco had to look away, his mind reeling. How could she not?! He started to get angry then. Harry and Ron must not have been the dear kind friends he'd given them credit for. His expression grew dour. Saint Potter would have to learn how to treat a lady properly...
Draco left the Great Hall without warning and headed to the library. He highly doubted he'd be disturbed here. He sat in thought with a parchment before him and a quill in his hand. There was no reason Hermione shouldn't know how attractive she was. If she had been someone else, going about letting her know would have been easy. But as it was, she was Hermione Granger: Mudblood Extraordinaire. If he were to use his usual methods, Draco would be slaughtered... then Narcissa would let her husband at him.
He began to write and though he wrote quickly, his penmanship was perfect and eloquent. This first letter was not very long but he thought the point got across quite well. He would have to be very careful with delivery. He rolled the parchment up and tied it with a leather strip that was plain and gave nothing away. He smiled in satisfaction and hid the letter up his sleeve as he headed to class.
They had Potions with Severus Snape next and somehow he was the first person in the classroom. Though it was one of his favourite classes because it required precision and concentration, it seemed to drone on forever.
When at last the class was finished, Draco gathered his things quickly and headed past Hermione's desk. He toppled her books and her bag to the floor and let the letter slip down with them. He glanced at her icily. "Be more careful next time, Mudblood!" He sneered.
Hermione all but ignored him, which was fine. He didn't dare look back but knew Harry was already on his knees to help pick up the mess.
"Oy! What's this, 'Mione?" Ron's voice was confused and Draco smiled as he left the room.
Draco watched Harry and Ron chatting with her and caught a few gazes from other boys. No, he never tried to fool himself into thinking he was the only one who watched her. He just wished she saw the heated gazes sent her way.
It struck him like a sledgehammer as he watched a blonde Gryffindor approach Hermione and talk to her for a few minutes.
She doesn't know she's beautiful!
Draco had to look away, his mind reeling. How could she not?! He started to get angry then. Harry and Ron must not have been the dear kind friends he'd given them credit for. His expression grew dour. Saint Potter would have to learn how to treat a lady properly...
Draco left the Great Hall without warning and headed to the library. He highly doubted he'd be disturbed here. He sat in thought with a parchment before him and a quill in his hand. There was no reason Hermione shouldn't know how attractive she was. If she had been someone else, going about letting her know would have been easy. But as it was, she was Hermione Granger: Mudblood Extraordinaire. If he were to use his usual methods, Draco would be slaughtered... then Narcissa would let her husband at him.
He began to write and though he wrote quickly, his penmanship was perfect and eloquent. This first letter was not very long but he thought the point got across quite well. He would have to be very careful with delivery. He rolled the parchment up and tied it with a leather strip that was plain and gave nothing away. He smiled in satisfaction and hid the letter up his sleeve as he headed to class.
They had Potions with Severus Snape next and somehow he was the first person in the classroom. Though it was one of his favourite classes because it required precision and concentration, it seemed to drone on forever.
When at last the class was finished, Draco gathered his things quickly and headed past Hermione's desk. He toppled her books and her bag to the floor and let the letter slip down with them. He glanced at her icily. "Be more careful next time, Mudblood!" He sneered.
Hermione all but ignored him, which was fine. He didn't dare look back but knew Harry was already on his knees to help pick up the mess.
"Oy! What's this, 'Mione?" Ron's voice was confused and Draco smiled as he left the room.