Chapter 2

Malfoy

When they finally got back to school, their NEWT classes were harder than ever to pass. Hermione's schedule contained four or five more classes than Ron's or Harry's. Ron and Hermione spent more and more time together. Mostly after class, not knowing that someone was watching them.

As he watched the happy couple, his silver eyes flashed with frustration. He couldn't stand it any more. He'd been in love with the mudblood ever since 3rd year, when she had punched him in the face in retaliation to him making fun of that big oaf, Hagrid. He hated himself because he was a pureblood and she was a mudblood. He was a Slytherin and She was a Gryffindor. Even so, Draco Maldoy had to do something to get Hermione Granger's attention.

He made an extremely feeble attempt later that day in the Herbology greenhouses. He dropped a pot at her feet and cut her with a piece of glass.

As he stooped down to pick up the pieces,
Hermione's voice said,

"Reparo!" the pot mended itself instantly.

"I didn't ask for your help, Hermione," Malfoy said without thinking.

Hermione was stunned. Malfoy had never addressed her by her name. What was he thinking?

Malfoy was thinking two things;

1: STUPID MOUTH!

2: I think she noticed me!

That night, Hermione lay in bed thinking about what had happened. She came to the conclusion that it must be a one time thing. Malfoy had just had a slip of the tongue. With that in mind, she drifted peacefully off to sleep.

The next morning when the post owls arrived, Hermione received a letter. It said;

There is a girl within this school;

Who makes me act like a complete fool.

I want to draw her close to me;

And just make her really see.

Hermione, mind sharp as a dart,

It's you I love with all my heart.

Your Secret Admirer

(A.N.- hey at least I tried!)

As she read the love letter, she couldn't help smiling. Assuming the note had come from Ron, she decided to write back. That night she wrote on a new piece of parchment;

Thank you. I love you, too.

Hermione

In the Slytherin dormitory room, Malyfopy wondered if Hermione had gotten his note.

His question was answered the next morning when he received Hermione's reply. He read and reread the message, and his heart began to race. He had never gotten the impression that Hermione had any feelings for him other than loathing. And as he looked over at the Gryffindor table, Hermione caught him staring at her and, before he could stop himself, he had waved at her.

Oh crap! She's figured it out now!

Ron sat next to Hermione. He loved her so much. And she loved him back. What could be more perfect that this? Nothing, that's what! But then he saw Hermione looking over at the Slytherin table, where Draco Malfoy sat waving at Hermione. His Hermione. What was going on?

"What's he doing, Hermione?" he asked her.

"I have absolutely no idea," Hermione replied without hesitation.

Hermione had no idea what was going on. Was this Mafoy's idea of a joke or something? aT the staff table, Professor McGonagall stood and announced that for the Halloween feast that year, they would be doing something similar to the Yule Ball. Immediately, Ron whipped around and said,

"Will you go with me?"

Hermione agreed and went back to eating, plans for the ball on her mind.

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