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Chapter 3: Classes
Hermione had just woken up from sleeping in her new bed all night. It was very peaceful to wake up in her own room instead of being woken up by a bunch of rowdy first years. Hermione got up and took a quick shower before getting ready for her first classes of the year which she was really looking forward to. She was just about to step out of the common room when she saw Malfoy walk sleepily down the stairs having just woke up. He had no shirt on and Hermione couldn't help but notice his Seeker's build. His chest was very toned and muscular. He was also very tan. Hermione couldn't keep herself from staring with her mouth hanging open.
"Like what you see Granger?" Malfoy said in a teasing voice. Hermione didn't respond. "Well, that's just too bad because I would never let a mudblood like you come and touch me, so you just have to stare from afar." he finished with a very evil smirk on his face.
Hermione couldn't believe him. She hated him. She couldn't just go around staring at him whenever she pleased. He would start to get the wrong idea. She liked Ron, the nice guy, not Draco, the one who'd broken her heart so many years before. She had to be over him. Yet something inside her stirred and she knew this wasn't exactly true, but she blocked out any other possibility from her mind. She stopped staring at Draco as she headed through the portrait hole to get to her first class. This was going to be a long year...
I'm sorry this chapter was so short compared to the other ones, but I promise the next one will be longer so enjoy.