My second attempt at a fanfic! Yay! Draco/Hermione ish my favorite...Its probably cliche, but do I look like I care? XD
Hermione Granger sat at her favorite table in the Library. It was nestled in a corner, with a window facing the lake to her right, and a nice bookshelf to her left. The Library was empty, except for Madam Pince - the was a Quidditch game between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw at the moment, which everyone but her seemed to be attending. She was never much into Quidditch, or heights for that matter. She avoided muggle planes, let alone a flimsy broomstick that had no seat belt.
She really didn't mind that Harry and Ron were out watching the game. It actually gave her time to herself without either of them asking if they could borrow her History of Magic notes.
She stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running her hands along their spines while searching for one that seemed interesting...hm....she could read Hogwarts: A History again, but the novelty of that was beginning to wear off.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them....Most Potent Potions...Dragon Lovers of The World...
Wasn't there anything? She couldn't have possibly read everything there was to read here! There were about a million books!
Putting her hands on her hips, she turned on her heel to go look at another bookshelf, and slammed into a rather hard wall that hadn't been there before.
Hermione groaned as she looked up to see what she had bumped into.
Malfoy.
Oh good lord, no.
She leaped back from him as if he had burned her, giving him the fiercest glare she could muster.
It only made her more angry when he gave her a disgusted look and said, "Stupid mudblood! These robes were brand new, and you touched them!"
She grit her teeth brushing past him and sitting back at her table. She glared at him harder, and tried to keep the anger out of her voice as she stated, "What do you want, Malfoy?"
He brushed off his robes dramatically, as if trying to get some sort of residue from her touch off of him, and sneered at her, crossing his arms. "Dumbledore wants to discuss our Head Boy and Girl duties with us tomorrow afternoon, Granger."
She frowned -- she had forgotten that Malfoy was Head Boy this year. She had no idea what Dumbledore had been on when he decided Malfoy should be Head boy, but she gave a curt nod and fished her Arithmancy homework out of her bag to do some revising.
Malfoy didn't leave.
He stood there nervously, running his hands through his hair and picking imaginary lint of his robes.
She raised and eyebrow at him and was rewarded with a sneer and his I-am-superior look, and he grabbed a book without looking at it and sat across from her at the table.
What the bloody hell was he doing?
He was fidgeting nervously and casting rather obvious glances at her, while pretending to read his book. Yet he couldn't possibly read the book, because it was upside-down.
She was beginning to worry - was he sick? "Malfoy..." She tentatively said, "Are you all right?
He glared at her and raised an eyebrow at her. "Why wouldn't I be Granger?"
"Well, your reading your book upside-down."
He dropped the book on the table and somehow managed to slip off the side of his chair and land on his rump, blushing a deeper shade then Ron's hair.
Chapter two should be out soon!
I appreciate regular reviews and constructive critisism, but all flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Mmm....