Title: Stay

Author: Era Sanctus

Genre: Romance, drama, and a little bit of humor perhaps. Depends on the plot bunnies.

A/N: Written from utter insanity. Keh.

Summary: A potion gone awry makes Draco Malfoy feel… an unacceptable feeling towards the Gryffindor mudblood, Hermione.

Disclaimer: Nope, nadda – see? Isn't it obvious? I ain't making any money here.

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One

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He's staring at me.

-- and I stared back.

I couldn't help it; he was tempting.

I slowly took a sip from my tea and tried to listen to what the others were saying.

"… yeah, he is so hot."

"… - Harry. Not very good, mate."

My ears perked up. My brown curls swayed with me as I tried to listen further the conversation while still holding his gaze with mine. My body tensed as I heard the next phrase.

"… You should tell 'Mione on what you feel about her."

I froze.

H-Harry… likes me?

I let out a strangled chuckle.

One of my best friends – likes me.

A quite ridiculous thought, I must say. Though, it's not a very impossible possibility that he has some feelings for me. Like Ron had with me once – it didn't work out as much as I thought it would. All those arguing, fighting, and horrible romantic times. I shuddered.

Not an enlightening thought. But anyway, I decided to let them know that I was – cough, cough – eavesdropping accidentally on their conversation.

"Boys, tell me what?" I said snootily. What the hell. Just tell them. "Harry, what are you going to say to me?"

I noticed his nervous state, I feel a bit guilty about it.

"So?" I persisted.

Harry gulped and rubbed the back of his neck, unnerved. "I-I… Hermione, it's a tad hard for me but…"

"Yes?" I said calmly – not noticing Draco Malfoy's glare at the opposite side of the Great Hall. "We don't have all day, Harry."

He laughed weakly. "I-I l-like you…"

I smiled slightly. I never guessed wrong. "Really?"

His cheery demeanor wavered as I questioned him. "Yes, really."

"Okay."

Hah. I hope Harry doesn't hate me for this, teasing him and such. I took a quick glance at the Slytherin table and saw Malfoy looking at us with a curious glance.

Harry groaned. "You're not making this easy for me, 'Mione, are you?"

"No," I said jokingly. "But please, enlighten me more."

He chuckled and playfully tugged at my hair.

"'Mione…" He whined. "You're making it hard for me."

"Which is my point," I winked at him as I stood up slowly. I gathered my things and walked away with a, "See you at class."

Draco Malfoy raised an amused brow at what happened before him. Granger and Potter were flirting with each other. Disgusting – yet, interesting.

Granger strutted outside from the Great Hall.

Very interesting, indeed.

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End Note: Well, it's just a teaser but I hope you guys like it. Reviews, constructive criticisms, and flames (Haha, I'm laughing at the thought) are welcome.