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Chapter Three:
The next day, in Charms, Hermione was busy taking notes when someone walked by, and dropped a piece of parchment on her desk. Carefully, so the Professor wouldn't see, Hermione slipped the paper into her book.
"Miss Granger," Professor Flitwick said. "Please come back done to earth, and answer my question."
Hermione, blushing furiously, asked what the question was. Professor Flitwick sighed, then moved on to the next person.
"What was that all about?" Ron whispered.
"Nothing," Hermione said.
Finally, the class ended. Hermione gathered her things, then walked to her dormitory, where she dropped off her things. She grabbed the note out of her book, then hurried to the Great Hall for dinner. She started opening the note, but as she turned the corner, she ran into someone.
"Sorry," she said, brushing herself off, then looked at who had bumped into her. "Oh, it's you, Malfoy."
"Stay out of my way," Draco said.
"Will do," Hermione said, walking off.
Draco watched her go, then continued his walk to the dormitory.
Granger looked good, he thought. Wait, what am I thinking? We're talking about Granger, Mudblood, and friends with Weasel and Potty. But she did look good. He brushed the thought away when he got to the room. Draco dropped off his things, then headed to the Great Hall. Pushing open the doors, he saw Hermione sitting with Harry and Ron, laughing at something Ginny had said. Mudblood, he thought, then sat down at his table.
Surprisingly enough, Hermione just happened to look up when Draco looked over at her. She saw the hatred in his eyes, but quickly forgot about it when Ron started tickling her.
Later That Night:
Later that night, Hermione was in the Head's common room, doing some homework, when Draco walked in. He strode right past her, without even looking, but glanced back before heading to his room.
God, she looked hot, he thought, then immediately regretted it. He dropped off his things, trying to decide if he should do his homework in the common room, or the library. Finally, he decided on the library, but when he went downstairs, Hermione was gone. He knocked on her door, but no answer.
Whatever, he thought. He grabbed his things and headed to the library.
Draco walked in and saw a few third year Slytherins sitting at a table, but knew it wouldn't be cool if he hung out with someone four years younger than him (A/N: Draco and the Golden trio, Hermione, Harry and Ron, are all in their Seventh year), so h headed to his secret table near the back. He knew no one sat their because it was all the way in the back, so he didn't think twice about the pile of books across from him, until a voice came from behind them.
"Following me, Malfoy?" someone said.
"Granger, please don't tell me you're behind there?"
"Fine, I won't," she said, sliding the books away, "but I am."
"Weren't you doing your homework in the common room?"
"Yes, but I thought you were going to do your homework there, so I left."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't want to talk to you. And if you don't mind, please leave me alone."
"Why don't you like me?"
Hermione was taken aback. "Excuse me?"
"Why don't you like me?" Draco asked again.
"Do you really want m to answer that?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Ok. For one thing, you are my best friend's mortal enemy. Two, you hate all Muggle born, and you insist on calling me 'Mudblood', even though it is totally immature, and three, you're a Malfoy."
"So," he said. "People change."
"Yeah, well, not you." Hermione gathered her things.
"Where are you going?" Drano asked.
"Not that it is any of your business, I am going back to the common room."
"I'll walk you back," Draco said, standing up. He grabbed her arm, and led her out of the library.
"Stop it," Hermione said.
"You heard what Dumbledore said," Draco said, smirking. "If we fight, he'll take away our privileges. So, I am being nice."
Hermione almost said something, then quickly closed her mouth.
"That's better," Draco said.
He led her down the corridor, but didn't let go of her arm. They finally reached the room. They stepped in, and went their separate ways. Hermione finally remembered the note, so she grabbed it from her book and read it.
Hermione-
Come to my room. I want to apologize.
-Draco.
Hermione was speechless. Malfoy! Apologize! She put the letter in her bag, then slowly went to Draco's door. Breathe, she said. She knocked on the door.
"Come in," came Draco's voice.
Hermione pushed open the door. Draco was on his bed, in a robe, his blond hair gel less, and ruffled, looking utterly adorable.
"Malfoy, what do you want?"
"Oh, you got my letter. Good, good." Draco closed the book he was reading, and slowly made his way to Hermione. He put his hand behind her neck, and pulled her into a passionate kiss. At first, Hermione was stiff, but instantly relaxed.
Malfoy is SUCH a great kisser! Oh, my, gosh, what am I doing! I am kissing my enemy!
Hermione broke the kiss and stared at Draco, who had a smirk, no wait, is that a smile? It is! He had a smile on his face (which is a first for any Slytherin). Hermione rushed out of his room and ran into hers. Draco smiled.
"Well, well," he said, "maybe Weasely did teach her a few things in kissing."
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