Hermione lay awake for about an hour, thinking and thinking, her brain not shutting down for a second. She did, however, sleep peacefully through the night when she did happen to fall asleep. When she awoke, her thoughts fluttered to her dream that she had that night…
"Hermione…" echoed the very voice she had longed to hear. She looked up into his ice cold eyes, as the firelight danced on his skin in the dimness of the room. He lay next to her, propped on one arm, and she could make out his chiseled chest…
His hand stroked her face, until it reached her hair which he twirled around his fingers. He smiled as if he was the happiest here with her than anywhere else in the world. Hermione blushed and looked into his eyes…
"My Hermione…."
She sighed, and got out of bed. This is ridiculous, she thought. Malfoy is the most foul, bad tempered bastard at this school, perhaps one of the most in the world. But that did not make her stomach cease the butterflies it felt when she thought of him. Hermione walked into the bathroom, and got ready. She put a make-up charm on her, which she only did when she had somewhere important to go or when she just wanted to feel prettier. She made sure her curly hair was in place and tamed before she left the room. As she walked into the common room, she saw Harry and Ron playing an early morning game of chess. Ron cheered as he placed his next piece, while Harry scowled. Hermione laughed to herself.
"How's the game going, guys?" She asked, coming toward them. Harry rolled his eyes, while Ron prepared to tell Hermione of him achievement.
"Wonderful. And I see someone is a little late this morning?" Ron asked, and Hermione made a face.
"What do you mean late?"
"It's almost time to go out for breakfast, Usually, you're out here before us," Harry yawned as he stood up. Hermione smiled.
"Oops. I was in a deep sleep."
"I bet you were!" Ron said laughing. He pushed Harry in the direction of the door. "Let's go, I'm starving!"
Hermione followed them down stairs, as her stomach turned over knots after knots. Her nervousness overcame her ability to have a normal conversation with the boys, as they noticed how little she spoke or how she stammered.
"Hermione what is wrong with you this morning? It's not like we have a test you have to worry about…it's not like it's the first day of school you know," Ron said questioningly, Hermione managed an uneasy smile, and she looked down.
"Guys, nothing is wrong with me. The first day just has me in a jitter, I guess…" she stopped as she looked into the Great Hall at him, sitting alone at his table. Ron and Harry turned to see who she was gaping at, but she turned her head before they could ask any questions. They looked at each other as if saying, 'What??'
Hermione went quickly to sit down, but the boys lingered behind. Ron pulled Harry over to the side, as they both felt a need to discuss what they had just seen.
"Why was Hermione staring over there at the Slytherin table like that? The only one in that direction was Malfoy…" Harry said quietly. Ron nodded.
"Did you see the way she looked at him?" Ron winced, and they both looked over at the Slytherin boy. "It was as if she was frozen or something."
"Let's just forget about this, I'm sure it was nothing," Harry pretended to not care at how she looked at Malfoy. What interest would she have in him, anyway? He was nothing but…Malfoy. Harry knew that alone was reason enough to turn any girl off. Harry shook his head and went to follow Ron as he sat at the Gryffindor table.
After breakfast, Hermione spun around to see which was he had gone. He was no where in sight. She wanted to follow him, but she realized she had a class to go to. Snape's class. Hermione sighed, and walked toward her first class. When she arrived, she saw the class had already filled up, and she realized how slow she had been walking to the class. She silently cursed herself for being so stupid.
"Miss Granger…." Snape smoothly said as she rushed into the classroom. Hermione nodded. She started to say something, but Snape cut her off.
"Go sit in the nearest available seat!"
Hermione looked frantically, and she saw one seat in the back that no one was sitting in. There were two of them, and Hermione quickly sat in one. Snape signed annoyingly, and he frowned.
"Mr. Malfoy! Have you decided to fit us into your busy schedule?"
Hermione darted her head to the opposite side of the classroom, as he walked in. Snape pointed over to her area of the room, and her whole body tensed up. Malfoy didn't even glance her way, but he walked briskly over to her. She watched him, his every move as he took the seat next to her on the aisle. She realized she couldn't just stare at him, and she averted her eyes to Snape instead. She felt the perspiration on her brow and everywhere else she could sweat. She lost her breath, and her heart beat faster and louder than a drum band. She tried her best to write her notes and listen to Snape, but it was so hard for her to concentrate with him sitting next to her…
He did not speak to her, and to her knowledge he did not look at her. She wouldn't have noticed if he was doing a trapeze act, she was so nervous just with him next to her. 'How will I be able to do ANYTHING in this class with him sitting next to me!?' Hermione panicked. She had begun tapping her pencil loudly and quickly on the desktop.
"How is one supposed to work if one is tapping so loudly, Granger…" his deep voice said tonelessly and quietly. He did not look at her, but Hermione immediately stopped tapping and she looked at him.
"I…I'm…s-sorry," Hermione whispered, and she felt like she was going to throw up everything she had ever eaten in her life.
"It's alright," he muttered, and Hermione gasped for breath. She looked over at him, sitting right there next to her. His hair, perfect, except for a few strands falling over his face. He worked steadily, and Hermione gaped at his manly figure. He was broad shouldered, and his face looked as if he was an angel. Dressed in all black, and seeing him like this made her feel like her body was on fire. She was short on breath and she could not see clearly, and her knees felt as if when she stood up, she would fall.
The time came to switch classes, and he got up. Hermione watched him gather his things, and he then sped off, his cloak flying wildly at his quick feet. She closed her eyes, and she breathed in deep. What was this feeling? She surely had never felt this way about a male before. She had liked boys, and dated Viktor Krum, but he was nothing and the others were nothing compared to him. She never knew she could feel like this, ever in her whole life. She wished to counted the seconds, milliseconds before she could lay her eyes upon this creature of divine beauty again.
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"Hermione…" echoed the very voice she had longed to hear. She looked up into his ice cold eyes, as the firelight danced on his skin in the dimness of the room. He lay next to her, propped on one arm, and she could make out his chiseled chest…
His hand stroked her face, until it reached her hair which he twirled around his fingers. He smiled as if he was the happiest here with her than anywhere else in the world. Hermione blushed and looked into his eyes…
"My Hermione…."
She sighed, and got out of bed. This is ridiculous, she thought. Malfoy is the most foul, bad tempered bastard at this school, perhaps one of the most in the world. But that did not make her stomach cease the butterflies it felt when she thought of him. Hermione walked into the bathroom, and got ready. She put a make-up charm on her, which she only did when she had somewhere important to go or when she just wanted to feel prettier. She made sure her curly hair was in place and tamed before she left the room. As she walked into the common room, she saw Harry and Ron playing an early morning game of chess. Ron cheered as he placed his next piece, while Harry scowled. Hermione laughed to herself.
"How's the game going, guys?" She asked, coming toward them. Harry rolled his eyes, while Ron prepared to tell Hermione of him achievement.
"Wonderful. And I see someone is a little late this morning?" Ron asked, and Hermione made a face.
"What do you mean late?"
"It's almost time to go out for breakfast, Usually, you're out here before us," Harry yawned as he stood up. Hermione smiled.
"Oops. I was in a deep sleep."
"I bet you were!" Ron said laughing. He pushed Harry in the direction of the door. "Let's go, I'm starving!"
Hermione followed them down stairs, as her stomach turned over knots after knots. Her nervousness overcame her ability to have a normal conversation with the boys, as they noticed how little she spoke or how she stammered.
"Hermione what is wrong with you this morning? It's not like we have a test you have to worry about…it's not like it's the first day of school you know," Ron said questioningly, Hermione managed an uneasy smile, and she looked down.
"Guys, nothing is wrong with me. The first day just has me in a jitter, I guess…" she stopped as she looked into the Great Hall at him, sitting alone at his table. Ron and Harry turned to see who she was gaping at, but she turned her head before they could ask any questions. They looked at each other as if saying, 'What??'
Hermione went quickly to sit down, but the boys lingered behind. Ron pulled Harry over to the side, as they both felt a need to discuss what they had just seen.
"Why was Hermione staring over there at the Slytherin table like that? The only one in that direction was Malfoy…" Harry said quietly. Ron nodded.
"Did you see the way she looked at him?" Ron winced, and they both looked over at the Slytherin boy. "It was as if she was frozen or something."
"Let's just forget about this, I'm sure it was nothing," Harry pretended to not care at how she looked at Malfoy. What interest would she have in him, anyway? He was nothing but…Malfoy. Harry knew that alone was reason enough to turn any girl off. Harry shook his head and went to follow Ron as he sat at the Gryffindor table.
After breakfast, Hermione spun around to see which was he had gone. He was no where in sight. She wanted to follow him, but she realized she had a class to go to. Snape's class. Hermione sighed, and walked toward her first class. When she arrived, she saw the class had already filled up, and she realized how slow she had been walking to the class. She silently cursed herself for being so stupid.
"Miss Granger…." Snape smoothly said as she rushed into the classroom. Hermione nodded. She started to say something, but Snape cut her off.
"Go sit in the nearest available seat!"
Hermione looked frantically, and she saw one seat in the back that no one was sitting in. There were two of them, and Hermione quickly sat in one. Snape signed annoyingly, and he frowned.
"Mr. Malfoy! Have you decided to fit us into your busy schedule?"
Hermione darted her head to the opposite side of the classroom, as he walked in. Snape pointed over to her area of the room, and her whole body tensed up. Malfoy didn't even glance her way, but he walked briskly over to her. She watched him, his every move as he took the seat next to her on the aisle. She realized she couldn't just stare at him, and she averted her eyes to Snape instead. She felt the perspiration on her brow and everywhere else she could sweat. She lost her breath, and her heart beat faster and louder than a drum band. She tried her best to write her notes and listen to Snape, but it was so hard for her to concentrate with him sitting next to her…
He did not speak to her, and to her knowledge he did not look at her. She wouldn't have noticed if he was doing a trapeze act, she was so nervous just with him next to her. 'How will I be able to do ANYTHING in this class with him sitting next to me!?' Hermione panicked. She had begun tapping her pencil loudly and quickly on the desktop.
"How is one supposed to work if one is tapping so loudly, Granger…" his deep voice said tonelessly and quietly. He did not look at her, but Hermione immediately stopped tapping and she looked at him.
"I…I'm…s-sorry," Hermione whispered, and she felt like she was going to throw up everything she had ever eaten in her life.
"It's alright," he muttered, and Hermione gasped for breath. She looked over at him, sitting right there next to her. His hair, perfect, except for a few strands falling over his face. He worked steadily, and Hermione gaped at his manly figure. He was broad shouldered, and his face looked as if he was an angel. Dressed in all black, and seeing him like this made her feel like her body was on fire. She was short on breath and she could not see clearly, and her knees felt as if when she stood up, she would fall.
The time came to switch classes, and he got up. Hermione watched him gather his things, and he then sped off, his cloak flying wildly at his quick feet. She closed her eyes, and she breathed in deep. What was this feeling? She surely had never felt this way about a male before. She had liked boys, and dated Viktor Krum, but he was nothing and the others were nothing compared to him. She never knew she could feel like this, ever in her whole life. She wished to counted the seconds, milliseconds before she could lay her eyes upon this creature of divine beauty again.
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