Authors note:This is written in Dracos view, not 'Miones, just to let you
know. Btw, i'm sorry for the delay, I was going to wait until I got ten
reviews, but obviously that ain't gonna happen. Oh well, it's not like i'm
getting paid for all this, lol.
Draco sighed, gazing out his dormitory window watching the steady stream of snowflakes float to the ground. He didn't seem to pay much attention to the going's-on outside, nor did he seem to care the whole dorm was empty of students.
Even the faithful Crabbe and Goyle had left, but he got sick of them sometimes anyway. Now, he was alone with the silence of his thoughts.
He liked the few times he was alone like this. He could let down his guard, revealing a person only he had ever seen. He wasn't always such a cold, heartless person. In his oppinion, no one was as cold as they appeared to be.
His thoughts wandered to the news he had heard a few hours ago. He'd heard from a few sources that none other than Hermione Granger was infatuated with him.
Of course, publicly he seemed to be disgusted, but now, alone, he could face the truth. Hermione wasn't all that bad. He longed for the day he could tell her this, be open with his feelings, express the love he'd been dying to reveal, but alas, he thought, this day would never come.
Even if it did he feared he'd already pushed her limit with all the names he'd called her in previous years. No, this was simply a crush he prayed would pass. His sixth sense, however, begged to differ. Granger was different from all the other girls he'd been with in the past. She cared. She had emotions. She had common sense.
He chuckled a bit to himself, wondering what his father would say if he were to bring Hermione over to dinner. It really wasn't a matter to laugh at though.
His own father was a dark wizard, as he well knew. Bringing Hermione to his father on his arm would be the closest thing to suicide he'd ever experience.
Abrubtly the door to the dorm opened, scattering Draco's thoughts, barely leaving him time to put on a scowl before Crabbe blundered into the room, out of breath.
"You should try knocking...people don't always like to have idiots like you barging in...'he said, utterly ticked at the fact he had absolutely no privacy in the eyes of the public.
Crabbe bowed and looked up to him.'Forgive me Draco?'
Draco merely arched a brow and shrugged, annoyed at the fact he was treated like the royalty he wasn't.
Crabbe quickly got back up.'Eh...well then, would you like to embark on a snowball fight between Goyle and I?'
With a glare hard enough to freeze ice he started t'wards Crabbe.'Would you like to have what little of a brain you have removed through your nasal cavaties?'he asked, voice dripping with raw sarcasm.
'Umm...I don't think so...'Crabbe replied, tilting his head slightly.
Draco sighed and waved his hand dissmissively, turning back to the window and closing his eyes in frustration.
Crabbe shot him a mocking look behind his back, though he retreated without a word, leaving Draco alone once more.
Promptly Draco allowed his shoulders to droop, running a hand through his blonde locks.
Reluctantly he stood,heading out of the dorm to find something to eat.
The Great Hall was almost empty, though the occasional bookworm was seen, elbows propped up on the table reading. Hermione, he realized, was one of those book worms.
She sat alone at the Gryffindor table, sandy brown hair falling down her back in untamed curls. Her deep hazel eyes dearched the pages of the book, which he recognized as a copy of 'Hogwarts: A History'. He couldn't help but smile at this for some reason. He knew this was her favorite book out of all she'd read.
She looked up, her eyes meeting with his briefly,and, though he quickly looked away, he knew she'd realized he'd been staring at her.
He walked over to a plate heaped with toast and grabbed a few pieces, then turned to go back to his dorm, but was he didn't realize was the fact that Hermione followed...
Draco sighed, gazing out his dormitory window watching the steady stream of snowflakes float to the ground. He didn't seem to pay much attention to the going's-on outside, nor did he seem to care the whole dorm was empty of students.
Even the faithful Crabbe and Goyle had left, but he got sick of them sometimes anyway. Now, he was alone with the silence of his thoughts.
He liked the few times he was alone like this. He could let down his guard, revealing a person only he had ever seen. He wasn't always such a cold, heartless person. In his oppinion, no one was as cold as they appeared to be.
His thoughts wandered to the news he had heard a few hours ago. He'd heard from a few sources that none other than Hermione Granger was infatuated with him.
Of course, publicly he seemed to be disgusted, but now, alone, he could face the truth. Hermione wasn't all that bad. He longed for the day he could tell her this, be open with his feelings, express the love he'd been dying to reveal, but alas, he thought, this day would never come.
Even if it did he feared he'd already pushed her limit with all the names he'd called her in previous years. No, this was simply a crush he prayed would pass. His sixth sense, however, begged to differ. Granger was different from all the other girls he'd been with in the past. She cared. She had emotions. She had common sense.
He chuckled a bit to himself, wondering what his father would say if he were to bring Hermione over to dinner. It really wasn't a matter to laugh at though.
His own father was a dark wizard, as he well knew. Bringing Hermione to his father on his arm would be the closest thing to suicide he'd ever experience.
Abrubtly the door to the dorm opened, scattering Draco's thoughts, barely leaving him time to put on a scowl before Crabbe blundered into the room, out of breath.
"You should try knocking...people don't always like to have idiots like you barging in...'he said, utterly ticked at the fact he had absolutely no privacy in the eyes of the public.
Crabbe bowed and looked up to him.'Forgive me Draco?'
Draco merely arched a brow and shrugged, annoyed at the fact he was treated like the royalty he wasn't.
Crabbe quickly got back up.'Eh...well then, would you like to embark on a snowball fight between Goyle and I?'
With a glare hard enough to freeze ice he started t'wards Crabbe.'Would you like to have what little of a brain you have removed through your nasal cavaties?'he asked, voice dripping with raw sarcasm.
'Umm...I don't think so...'Crabbe replied, tilting his head slightly.
Draco sighed and waved his hand dissmissively, turning back to the window and closing his eyes in frustration.
Crabbe shot him a mocking look behind his back, though he retreated without a word, leaving Draco alone once more.
Promptly Draco allowed his shoulders to droop, running a hand through his blonde locks.
Reluctantly he stood,heading out of the dorm to find something to eat.
The Great Hall was almost empty, though the occasional bookworm was seen, elbows propped up on the table reading. Hermione, he realized, was one of those book worms.
She sat alone at the Gryffindor table, sandy brown hair falling down her back in untamed curls. Her deep hazel eyes dearched the pages of the book, which he recognized as a copy of 'Hogwarts: A History'. He couldn't help but smile at this for some reason. He knew this was her favorite book out of all she'd read.
She looked up, her eyes meeting with his briefly,and, though he quickly looked away, he knew she'd realized he'd been staring at her.
He walked over to a plate heaped with toast and grabbed a few pieces, then turned to go back to his dorm, but was he didn't realize was the fact that Hermione followed...
