[B]Chapter 2[/B]
It was true what Hermione had said about Draco around a week later the whole school well mostly the girls was buzzing about Draco Malfoy and how handsome he had become over the holidays. From the chatter of how tall he is and how muscular to many other ridiculous things were spreading fast through Hogwart's population of girls.
Draco walked through the Great Hall with Crabbe and Goyle right behind him. He smirked as he saw many girls heads turned toward his. Caught in the act he thought. He stole a glance at the Gryffindor table and saw Hermione talking to Ginny. Just realising what he had done Draco quickly averted his gaze somewhere else. Thinking to him-self and asking why of all people he was looking at that mudblood. She was one of the main reasons his father was in Azkaban after that stupid quibbler article. Yet somehow Draco had the sudden urge to sit down next to her and listen to her speak. Ahh!! He was doing it again. Something was wrong with himself and he violently shook his head and walked toward the Slytherin table. She was the Hogwarts know- it –all and she was an irritating piece of junk, he thought convincing himself after his mind had run off in another direction.
"Drakie" screeched a voice. It was Pansy Parkinson, she was becoming uglier he thought although he never said this out loud. "Where were you at lunch oh well come and sit next to me" she purred fluttering her fake eyelashes trying to seduce him in a very stupid manner.
"Uh I'm going to sit where I usually sit Pansy. See you" replied Draco quite coldly. She wore so much make up it was hard to tell where her real face he thought as he sat down in his usual seat and began to eat dinner.
"Hey Hermione did you here the latest goss about Malfoy?" whispered Ginny so Ron and Harry wouldn't here but there wasn't any point as both of them were discussing way trying to do their divination homework. "No what is has he somehow become a nicer person?" asked Hermione.
"No to what I have heard all the girls in my dorm are like head over head smitten with him and they don't care he is a Slytherin at all!! And what is really weird is that I think there is some kind of fan club that some 6th year girls set up." Said Ginny even more quietly
"Hmm what traitors, are you sure there is a FAN CLUB? Malfoy has a fan club what he is so arrogant he doesn't even need one but himself. Who started it?" asked Hermione
"I think it is that annoying cow Pansy Parkinson she is like all over Malfoy the moment we speak." Replied Ginny
Both turned their head toward the Slytherin table and saw that Pansy somehow convinced Crabbe to move so she was sitting next to Malfoy very close. Malfoy on the other hand was looking disgruntled not at all enjoying what was happening. Pansy on the other hand kept on battering her eyelashes and kept on stroking Malfoy's arm.
"Hmm he doesn't seem to like it at all. What wrong with him. Doesn't he usually try to soak up the limelight" Hermione said curiously.
"Yeah that's not like him. Oh well who cares! I got to go Quidditch trails are on today. Hopefully I can make the team as Harry has been made captain!"
"Oh good luck" called Hermione as Harry, Ron finished their food and with Ginny made their way out of the hall.
Hermione sat at the table finishing off her dinner. Suddenly she felt a chilling sensation run through her body as she could feel that someone's were on her. Turning around to see who it was she saw a pair of silvery grey eyes staring right into her. It was Malfoy's. He quickly looked away as Hermione gave him a death stare. Then she stormed out toward the Gryffindor tower. Wondering why Malfoy was looking at her? Probably he was trying to think up something awful to say at her next time they met. Yeah that would be right as he assured herself thinking about the homework she was going to tackle later on.
Slytherin Dormitories
Draco sat on his bed thinking what had happened at dinner. Hermione had caught him staring at her and all she did was glare at him with hate surging through her eyes. Was he that hated? He couldn't take it anymore somehow he had started to developed feelings towards her. No matter how hard he tried to withstand the thought and not knowing why. Maybe it was the way she did everything so perfectly, her smile, those warm coffee brown eyes and .... He shook his head again. Was he going crazy or his mind was evaded by other people, he couldn't fall for the mudblood. No way but he had changed the emptiness in his heart had gone. He wanted to do more in his life but falling for Hermione was not a good idea but then his father wasn't around to see what he was up to. Maybe she might like me too. Fat chance he thought as memories of the taunts he made at her throughout the past 6 years of Hogwarts. She would never feel the same about him. He was the son a death eater, a mudblood hater and a bully. How would Hermione realise this was not him anymore he was different. Many more thoughts ran through Draco's mind as he lay awake through the night coming onto the decision of this year he would be nicer to her showing her who he really was.
It was true what Hermione had said about Draco around a week later the whole school well mostly the girls was buzzing about Draco Malfoy and how handsome he had become over the holidays. From the chatter of how tall he is and how muscular to many other ridiculous things were spreading fast through Hogwart's population of girls.
Draco walked through the Great Hall with Crabbe and Goyle right behind him. He smirked as he saw many girls heads turned toward his. Caught in the act he thought. He stole a glance at the Gryffindor table and saw Hermione talking to Ginny. Just realising what he had done Draco quickly averted his gaze somewhere else. Thinking to him-self and asking why of all people he was looking at that mudblood. She was one of the main reasons his father was in Azkaban after that stupid quibbler article. Yet somehow Draco had the sudden urge to sit down next to her and listen to her speak. Ahh!! He was doing it again. Something was wrong with himself and he violently shook his head and walked toward the Slytherin table. She was the Hogwarts know- it –all and she was an irritating piece of junk, he thought convincing himself after his mind had run off in another direction.
"Drakie" screeched a voice. It was Pansy Parkinson, she was becoming uglier he thought although he never said this out loud. "Where were you at lunch oh well come and sit next to me" she purred fluttering her fake eyelashes trying to seduce him in a very stupid manner.
"Uh I'm going to sit where I usually sit Pansy. See you" replied Draco quite coldly. She wore so much make up it was hard to tell where her real face he thought as he sat down in his usual seat and began to eat dinner.
"Hey Hermione did you here the latest goss about Malfoy?" whispered Ginny so Ron and Harry wouldn't here but there wasn't any point as both of them were discussing way trying to do their divination homework. "No what is has he somehow become a nicer person?" asked Hermione.
"No to what I have heard all the girls in my dorm are like head over head smitten with him and they don't care he is a Slytherin at all!! And what is really weird is that I think there is some kind of fan club that some 6th year girls set up." Said Ginny even more quietly
"Hmm what traitors, are you sure there is a FAN CLUB? Malfoy has a fan club what he is so arrogant he doesn't even need one but himself. Who started it?" asked Hermione
"I think it is that annoying cow Pansy Parkinson she is like all over Malfoy the moment we speak." Replied Ginny
Both turned their head toward the Slytherin table and saw that Pansy somehow convinced Crabbe to move so she was sitting next to Malfoy very close. Malfoy on the other hand was looking disgruntled not at all enjoying what was happening. Pansy on the other hand kept on battering her eyelashes and kept on stroking Malfoy's arm.
"Hmm he doesn't seem to like it at all. What wrong with him. Doesn't he usually try to soak up the limelight" Hermione said curiously.
"Yeah that's not like him. Oh well who cares! I got to go Quidditch trails are on today. Hopefully I can make the team as Harry has been made captain!"
"Oh good luck" called Hermione as Harry, Ron finished their food and with Ginny made their way out of the hall.
Hermione sat at the table finishing off her dinner. Suddenly she felt a chilling sensation run through her body as she could feel that someone's were on her. Turning around to see who it was she saw a pair of silvery grey eyes staring right into her. It was Malfoy's. He quickly looked away as Hermione gave him a death stare. Then she stormed out toward the Gryffindor tower. Wondering why Malfoy was looking at her? Probably he was trying to think up something awful to say at her next time they met. Yeah that would be right as he assured herself thinking about the homework she was going to tackle later on.
Slytherin Dormitories
Draco sat on his bed thinking what had happened at dinner. Hermione had caught him staring at her and all she did was glare at him with hate surging through her eyes. Was he that hated? He couldn't take it anymore somehow he had started to developed feelings towards her. No matter how hard he tried to withstand the thought and not knowing why. Maybe it was the way she did everything so perfectly, her smile, those warm coffee brown eyes and .... He shook his head again. Was he going crazy or his mind was evaded by other people, he couldn't fall for the mudblood. No way but he had changed the emptiness in his heart had gone. He wanted to do more in his life but falling for Hermione was not a good idea but then his father wasn't around to see what he was up to. Maybe she might like me too. Fat chance he thought as memories of the taunts he made at her throughout the past 6 years of Hogwarts. She would never feel the same about him. He was the son a death eater, a mudblood hater and a bully. How would Hermione realise this was not him anymore he was different. Many more thoughts ran through Draco's mind as he lay awake through the night coming onto the decision of this year he would be nicer to her showing her who he really was.