Adolescence is the worst point of any being's lifetime. If it isn't,
consider yourself lucky. It's where families can be ripped apart, hormones
rage, and crazy is the norm. Life is never the same once you've been
through it as it is such a growing stage of every individual on the planet.
One such individual, Draco Malfoy, thought that he would never live to see the end of his teenage years. He, being a wizard, enjoyed Hogwarts as much as any other student. It was just that so many emotions ran rampant inside him and not only confused him, but left him utterly discombobulated.
The biggest cause of these unruly emotions was none other than Hermione Granger. He had absolutely no idea whatsoever why he caught himself staring at her as she glided down the hallway, her bag tucked under her arm, her brown hair falling about her face in frizzy wisps. Draco did not know why he glanced at her in Potions as she stirred her cauldron, watched her write vigorously, or why he spent some evenings pondering her being as he lay awake in his dormitory. He dreamed of her, and ate while watching her, and hung about trying to just glimpse her flick her hair out of her face. God, he thought, she is beautiful. But of course, he hadn't always loved her, it was just now in 7th year where it finally hit him that he loved her quite insanely and obsessively—from afar obviously.
Hermione
Was that Malfoy looking at her again? Hermione turned in her seat to face front. Maybe he's thinking up some stupid scheme to get me or Harry or Ron in trouble. How childish of him. It must be a Malfoy thing, she thought as she stared into space. But Malfoy had not been at her throat (or Harry or Ron's) as of late. This year (it had barely started) had been practically Malfoy-free. Pity too, she thought absently, as he has grown into the most handsome boy. She mentally slapped herself for thinking it. Hmm, nice change, Hermione thought flippantly, brushing her waist-length, dark hair behind her. Someone behind her sighed deeply. Hermione dismissed this and got back to work.
Draco
He sighed as she brushed her long hair away from her face. How unbelievably beautiful she was. I should either stop staring and mind my own business, thought Draco, or I can try to tell her how I feel. Or just stare from afar until I can't stand it anymore and . . . and what? he thought. Maybe I could actually do something.
One such individual, Draco Malfoy, thought that he would never live to see the end of his teenage years. He, being a wizard, enjoyed Hogwarts as much as any other student. It was just that so many emotions ran rampant inside him and not only confused him, but left him utterly discombobulated.
The biggest cause of these unruly emotions was none other than Hermione Granger. He had absolutely no idea whatsoever why he caught himself staring at her as she glided down the hallway, her bag tucked under her arm, her brown hair falling about her face in frizzy wisps. Draco did not know why he glanced at her in Potions as she stirred her cauldron, watched her write vigorously, or why he spent some evenings pondering her being as he lay awake in his dormitory. He dreamed of her, and ate while watching her, and hung about trying to just glimpse her flick her hair out of her face. God, he thought, she is beautiful. But of course, he hadn't always loved her, it was just now in 7th year where it finally hit him that he loved her quite insanely and obsessively—from afar obviously.
Hermione
Was that Malfoy looking at her again? Hermione turned in her seat to face front. Maybe he's thinking up some stupid scheme to get me or Harry or Ron in trouble. How childish of him. It must be a Malfoy thing, she thought as she stared into space. But Malfoy had not been at her throat (or Harry or Ron's) as of late. This year (it had barely started) had been practically Malfoy-free. Pity too, she thought absently, as he has grown into the most handsome boy. She mentally slapped herself for thinking it. Hmm, nice change, Hermione thought flippantly, brushing her waist-length, dark hair behind her. Someone behind her sighed deeply. Hermione dismissed this and got back to work.
Draco
He sighed as she brushed her long hair away from her face. How unbelievably beautiful she was. I should either stop staring and mind my own business, thought Draco, or I can try to tell her how I feel. Or just stare from afar until I can't stand it anymore and . . . and what? he thought. Maybe I could actually do something.