Draco POV
Several days later I was still trying to overcome my feelings. I'd gone down to breakfast and picked at my food, looking for her, but trying not to look for her. Then when she came in, I'd try to concentrate on my food. And then I'd find myself gazing at her. Gazing, for gods' sake. I don't gaze at girls. I devour them.
On this particular morning, I noted that she was late coming to the Great Hall. She finally came in; looking a bit disheveled, but still adorable. Ugh, I was disgusting myself. She caught me staring at her a few times, but I just gave her my trademark smirk and she looked away. I felt that I had to get control lest she realize what I felt. Yet part of me wanted her to know.
Classes went as usual, until we came to Potions. Snape ended up pairing students up to make a rather complicated potion. I got paired with Parkinson, and that bastard Longbottom got Granger. I think Snape was actually trying to minimize mishaps in this way!
Well, it didn't work. I was too bloody busy gazing at Granger, I didn't notice Parkinson put too much slug juice in the damn cauldron. Snape pronounced the potion a "glorious failure".
After class, I gathered up my things and was about to walk out when I heard a voice, that voice, say my name...
Hermione POV
After that bizarre dream, I made my way to the Great Hall. I must have been in another world because Ginny made some kind of comment about my hair and lack of grooming. Eh, could that mop on my head get any worse?
I glanced over at Malfoy a few times, before I even noticed I was doing it. And god help me if he wasn't looking right back at me. With that insufferable smirk on his face. My stomach did a flip-flop every time my eyes met his.
Later in Potions, I noticed he was still looking at me. Even Neville noticed.
"Hermione, why is Malfoy looking at you like that?"
"I have no idea, Neville. He was doing it at breakfast, too."
"Well, you'd better watch out. He's probably up to no good."
Neville was right. I decided to get to the bottom of this. Just because I was currently feeling a very fleeting attraction to the boy, didn't mean that I was going to lose my head and just watch him plan something against me and probably my friends. So after class I stopped him.
"Malfoy."
"Granger...what?" he answered with a very annoyed look.
"Why have you been staring at me?"
"You're out of your mind, Granger. I'd burn my bloody eyes out looking at you."
"Mmm-hmm. That's why every time I look at you, you're looking at me, right?"
"Oh...and why are you looking at me then?"
"Uh, I, well, I was just looking around to see how everyone else was doing with their potion," I stuttered. Not the best answer, but my stomach was doing that thing again.
"You are such a damn nosy know-it-all, aren't you? Want to make sure no one else is doing it as well as you, eh?"
"NO! I'm just naturally curious, that's all."
"Naturally curious? That could get you into trouble, Granger," he said as he took a step closer.
"Curiosity didn't really kill the cat, Malfoy."
"Wha-what does a cat have to do with this?" Another step closer. "Is this another bloody Muggle saying?" he said with narrowed eyes. Another step and now he was practically on my foot. He was so close, and now I felt positively light-headed. I could smell him, and he smelled...good. Great actually. Not cologne, just a musky smell, mixed with soap. I really had to go before I said something unbelievably dumb.
"No, I, uh, have to go now Malfoy...uh, bye."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me right up to him. I tried not to notice his beautiful grey eyes. He said, "Bye? You're not getting away that easy. Look, Granger, don't question me or what I do. I have better things to do than answer to a filthy Mudblood," he spat and stormed off.
Yup, beautiful on the surface, still the devil underneath. I was really going to have to work this thing out of my system.
Several days later I was still trying to overcome my feelings. I'd gone down to breakfast and picked at my food, looking for her, but trying not to look for her. Then when she came in, I'd try to concentrate on my food. And then I'd find myself gazing at her. Gazing, for gods' sake. I don't gaze at girls. I devour them.
On this particular morning, I noted that she was late coming to the Great Hall. She finally came in; looking a bit disheveled, but still adorable. Ugh, I was disgusting myself. She caught me staring at her a few times, but I just gave her my trademark smirk and she looked away. I felt that I had to get control lest she realize what I felt. Yet part of me wanted her to know.
Classes went as usual, until we came to Potions. Snape ended up pairing students up to make a rather complicated potion. I got paired with Parkinson, and that bastard Longbottom got Granger. I think Snape was actually trying to minimize mishaps in this way!
Well, it didn't work. I was too bloody busy gazing at Granger, I didn't notice Parkinson put too much slug juice in the damn cauldron. Snape pronounced the potion a "glorious failure".
After class, I gathered up my things and was about to walk out when I heard a voice, that voice, say my name...
Hermione POV
After that bizarre dream, I made my way to the Great Hall. I must have been in another world because Ginny made some kind of comment about my hair and lack of grooming. Eh, could that mop on my head get any worse?
I glanced over at Malfoy a few times, before I even noticed I was doing it. And god help me if he wasn't looking right back at me. With that insufferable smirk on his face. My stomach did a flip-flop every time my eyes met his.
Later in Potions, I noticed he was still looking at me. Even Neville noticed.
"Hermione, why is Malfoy looking at you like that?"
"I have no idea, Neville. He was doing it at breakfast, too."
"Well, you'd better watch out. He's probably up to no good."
Neville was right. I decided to get to the bottom of this. Just because I was currently feeling a very fleeting attraction to the boy, didn't mean that I was going to lose my head and just watch him plan something against me and probably my friends. So after class I stopped him.
"Malfoy."
"Granger...what?" he answered with a very annoyed look.
"Why have you been staring at me?"
"You're out of your mind, Granger. I'd burn my bloody eyes out looking at you."
"Mmm-hmm. That's why every time I look at you, you're looking at me, right?"
"Oh...and why are you looking at me then?"
"Uh, I, well, I was just looking around to see how everyone else was doing with their potion," I stuttered. Not the best answer, but my stomach was doing that thing again.
"You are such a damn nosy know-it-all, aren't you? Want to make sure no one else is doing it as well as you, eh?"
"NO! I'm just naturally curious, that's all."
"Naturally curious? That could get you into trouble, Granger," he said as he took a step closer.
"Curiosity didn't really kill the cat, Malfoy."
"Wha-what does a cat have to do with this?" Another step closer. "Is this another bloody Muggle saying?" he said with narrowed eyes. Another step and now he was practically on my foot. He was so close, and now I felt positively light-headed. I could smell him, and he smelled...good. Great actually. Not cologne, just a musky smell, mixed with soap. I really had to go before I said something unbelievably dumb.
"No, I, uh, have to go now Malfoy...uh, bye."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me right up to him. I tried not to notice his beautiful grey eyes. He said, "Bye? You're not getting away that easy. Look, Granger, don't question me or what I do. I have better things to do than answer to a filthy Mudblood," he spat and stormed off.
Yup, beautiful on the surface, still the devil underneath. I was really going to have to work this thing out of my system.