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Oh, and I've changed my first chappie a bit due to certain misunderstanding and confusment. Soz!
Disclaimer : Not mine need I say more?Recap:
He didn't feel like sleeping at the moment, so he decided to do a bit of thinking.
But no matter what he thought about, it always somehow went back to Hermione Granger. He thought about how Hermione's hair was such a lovely shade of brown, how he hadn't noticed that her eyes were beautiful pools of dark chocolate-brown, and why he hadn't noticed this before.
Suddenly, he shot out of bed, his eyes wide-open, as realisation hit him.
I have fallen for Hermione Granger.
:End Of Flashback
:End of Recap Of All The People In The World Chapter Two…Draco awoke the next day refreshed and slightly confused. He had a dream… a strange one.
Dream:
"I love you so much," Draco whispered into the ear of his bride. She wore a long, white wedding gown, and her brown hair was silky and straight. He, on the other hand, was wearing the formal tuxedo, with his platinum-blond hair loose over his eyes.
"Do you, Draco?"
"Of course I do, love. You mean the world to me, and my world would crumble without you."
"I love you, Draco."
"I love you, too, Hermione."
:End of Dream.
He was sure he heard her name… Hermione. It was a lovely name to him -- it mean sweetness, smarts, and beauty all dolled up into one charmingly perfect girl.
One charmingly perfect girl that I'm helplessly in love with, Draco thought, smiling to himself.
He got out of his four-poster and looked around at his snoring dorm-mates. It was still quite dark, so Draco glanced at the magical clock hung up on the dorm wall next to Blaise Zabini's four-poster.
6:30AM.
Draco wanted to go back to bed and sleep again before his classes started, but his feet thought otherwise. He walked towards the bathroom and stepped in.
"Damn!" he hissed, jumping slightly. The floor of the bathroom was freezing cold! He locked the door behind him and quickly walked towards the bath tub. He turned on the taps and warm water started gushing out into the tub. With a flick of his wand, Draco filled up the tub with soapy suds that smelled lovely. When the tub was full of water, he stripped off his clothes and stepped in.
He sighed contentedly. It wasn't often he could have a nice, long bath without any disturbance. He had one and a half hours until classes began, so he took his time. As he flicked at some of the suds, his mind wandered off to a certain brunette…
Why does she do this to me?Later that day…
Draco rushed out of the Great Hall, trying to stuff a piece of buttered toast into his mouth. He was late for his first class – Potions!
Snape won't be happy, he thought, rolling his eyes, as he munched on his toast. He skidded to a halt infront of the Potions classroom, and walked through the open door.
"How nice of you to join us, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape muttered. "Take a seat."
Draco sat down next to Pansy Parkinson, the only available place left at the Slytherin's section.
"Drakie!" she squealed in a whisper. "Oh, Drakie-Poo! Where were you? I was so worried--"
"Give it a break, Parkinson," Draco mumbled, rolling his eyes. Pansy, feeling hurt and confused, let a small 'huff' escape her glossed lips as she turned to face Snape at the front of the classroom.
"Now, as I was saying," Snape drawled, "Turn to page 344 of your Advanced Potion Making book."
Draco distractedly flipped through his book, glancing around the classroom.
Where is Hermione?
Suddenly, the sound of rushing footsteps could be heard. Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the classroom, Hermione scolding them repeatedly.
"I told both of you not to have second helpings of eggs and toasts! Now we're late for our first class!" she snapped.
"You're late," Snape said as he glared at the Golden Trio. "20 points from Gryffindor… each."
He lips curved into a malicious smile when he saw the angry expressions Harry, Ron, and Hermione had on their faces as they sat down at a table.
Draco stared at Hermione as she took out her thick Potions book from her bag along with a roll of crisp new parchment, a bottle of dark ink, and a new quill.
"Today, we will be learning the art of making Amortentia. Can anyone tell me what this potion does?" Snape said, walking towards the blackboard at the front of the class, his long, dark cloak billowing behind him.
Draco raised his hand half-heartedly, watching as Hermione's hand shot up.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape said without looking up.
"It's the most powerful love potion in the world," Draco said unenthusiastically.
"Very good, Mr. Malfoy. 10 points to Slytherin," Snape said, smirking. Then, he noticed Hermione's hand was still raised.
"Miss Granger?"
"Amortentia doesn't really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. This will simply cause a powerful obsession," Hermione said, her voice loud and clear.
"I did not grant you permission to speak, Miss Granger," Snape drawled, walking towards her. "You simply must refrain from being such a helpless know-it-all," he added in a quiet voice.
Many of the Slytherins smirked and laughed, but Draco just fumed silently and balled his fists.
"10 points from Gryffindor," Snape barked.
"But, Professor, Hermione was only trying to explain--," Ron began, a look of pure hatred on his freckled face.
"20 points from Gryffindor. I do not tolerate such nonsense, Mr. Weasley," Snape sneered.
"Professor, you DID grant Hermione permiss--," Harry said, but was cut-off by Snape.
"20 points from Gryffindor. Do NOT disturb my class, Potter," Snape said as he walked back to the blackboard.
"But, Professor--," Hermione began.
"Another 20 points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger! And detention for all three of you in my office on Sunday at 9am," Snape spat, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"BRIIING!" went the school bell, signalling the end of class.
"Class dismissed.We will continue this lesson tomorrow. I look forward to seeing you three in my office on Sunday. I have several possessions that need some severe polishing," Snape said to Harry, Ron, and Hermione as all the students packed their bags and walked out of the class.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron cried, suddenly, as they exited the class. "It's a trip to Hogsmeade this Sunday morning!"
"Don't worry, Ron," Hermione said, seeing his sour expression. "We can go next time."
"I was hoping I could buy a present for Lavander this Sunday, since her birthday is coming up," Harry said, sulking.
"I'm sure Lavvie won't mind," Hermione said, cheerfully. "And her birthday is only in two weeks, Harry. There's bound to be another Hogsmeade trip by then. Besides, you can always make her a nice card."
Draco watched them from behind, keeping at few feet behind them, as to not seem like he was following them.
Suddenly, a little lightbulb went off in Draco's head.
I'll buy Hermione a present at Hogsmeade! And I can send it to her with a little love note, and sign it as a secret admirer, he thought. He smiled happily as he followed some Slytherin's to the Divination classroom.
A/n:
Well, that's done! What do you think of this chappie? I didn't really have the whole thing worked out, so it might seem a little unstable… Ah, well. I tried. Lemme know what you think of it in a review! Once again, constructive critism is welcomed. The next chappie should be out in a few days-- I'm thinking two or three days for each chappie. Hopefully, this story will be completed by the end of the year! I'm thinking of starting on another story… another DM/HG romance. sigh Aren't they just so schweet together? Pls review! Flames will be used to toast my marshmallows.