Hogwarts Romance chapter 2

Hermione opened her beautiful brown eyes and rubbed her head gently. She had had the strangest dream. She'd dreamed that Draco Malfoy was bending over her and smelled her hair and neck while mumbling "Blimey, she does smell like heaven".

"What a silly dream! Like that's ever going to happen. Like Draco, the sexy bastard, would be more than three feet close to her, ever!", Hermione thought.

The truth was that since a month and a half, Hermione had had a crush on Draco Malfoy. Nobody knew and she had denied it at first.

She had felt her stomach performing a backflip, first day of tirm, when she saw him on the Hogwartsexpress. He was among his friends and admirers and they were all laughing their heads of by something Draco had said. He had grew a lot during the summer. He had got a bit muscular and his incredible blond hair was a bit longer so it covered his ears slightly. His piercing grey eyes was fixed upon Blaise Zabini's face. ( Hermione felt a stung of jealousy when she saw all the attention Draco was showing Blaise.) Then suddenly Blaise turned her head and noticed her and leaned closer to Draco, whispering something in his ear. Draco's smile widened and turned his head in Hermione's direction. " Had a nice summer, Beaver? You seem to have lost some weight. I suppose those gigantic teeth of yours are preventing you from eating properly!, he said with an evil smile and everyone around him laughed , including Blaise Zabini who laughed the most and the highest.

Hermione turned away with tears in her eyes.

She was abruptly brought back to her senses when a face appeared above her. Draco Malfoy's of course.

" That was a nasty fall, Granger. I thought you woke up the whole school with that suit of armour. You sure are clumsy!"

" I couldn't help that you were blocking the way". Hermione responded rather hurt and thought to herself that he really must hate her.

"Oh, good, you're awake, miss Granger" McGonagall was back and Poppy was with her. "I've heard about the collide", Madame Pomfrey said. "Is everything all right?

"My head hurts", Hermione responded with a grimace.

"I think you ought to spend the night in the hospital wing, to be sure it isn't serious. If your head is still aching in the morning there's reason for concern, but I think you'll just need some sleep to recover." Poppy said and escorted her to the hospital wing. Then McGonagall took the opportunity to question Malfoy about wandering round school past bedtime and afterwards sending him of to sleep.

Draco wandered down the stairs towards the dungeon, thinking hard still about Hermione "god she's cute" Granger. Yes it was true, he couldn't help it, he had to admit to himself that she was cute, but he did NOT fancy her. He knew better than falling in love with a mudblood and Gryffindor, as the proud Malfoy he was.

And anyway there wasn't any chance she would think of him as anything else than an ugly git. Although he hadn't done much to prevent that. He had himself to blame. But if only pretty besserwisser would look beyond his evil appearance and see the real scared, baresouled, innocent Draco, who wasn't hugged enough by his mother when he was a child. And he sure was not a child anymore. He was a sixteen years old young man...

...and Hermione was a sweet young woman.

Oh, he got to stop thinking about her!

Meanwhile in the hospital wing Hermione had got a bed and was lying down, but could not sleep. And can you guess of whom she was thinking? You guessed right, it was Mr Malfoy. She was thinking about that dream she had had, it was very vivid. Little did she know that what she had "dreamed" actually had happened. And little did she know that in this precise moment Mr Malfoy himself was planning a nightly visit to the hospital wing.

Yes, Draco had got the crazy idea to go to the hospital wing and watch Hermione sleep, just for a few minutes and then he would go back again.

He was pacing back and forwards in his dorm. Crabbe snored loudly and Goyle shifted in his sleep. He was the only one awake. He thought his idea might was crossing the line, but he just wanted to see her face.

He decided to go through with his plan and stepped out of the room and went up the stairs towards the hospital wing.