Chap4 - Don't Fall for Her

Week 2

One day in the common room, Hermione was sat on the sofa doing her history of magic homework when Draco entered in his quidditch uniform, he placed his broom down and threw himself onto the sofa near Hermione, she looked up from her work and then back down, "Any news on your admirer?" he asked her, she shook her head, Draco grinned at her, "I know him you know".

Hermione looked up at him and tried not to smile, "Who is he?" she asked curiously and eagerly, Draco bit his bottom and smiled as he shook his head, "I promised not to say anything" he said with a cheeky smile, Hermione shoved her work to the side and moved a little closer to the end of the sofa to be near Draco, "Please" she begged with her big hazel eyes. Draco found himself staring into them and remaining quiet, it felt like he had been captured and could not pull away from the trance.

"Malfoy" she said, he snapped out of it and lightly laughed, "Sorry but I promised" he smiled as he stood up and walked towards his room, "You could at least tell me what he's like" she said looking over at him, he turned around and shrugged, "Just a few things" he said as he walked back to the sofa. Hermione said eagerly as he flicked her hair back and rested her arms on the sofa's arm, and Draco noticed everything little about her actions.

As Draco sat down and thought up what to say, Hermione's face was eager, her smile was trying to grow but she fought it back as she didn't want to seem too excited in front of him. "Well he is tall... he is truthfully a good looking guy... and he's really misunderstood by a few people" Draco said thinking about himself, Hermione listened as she tried to think who he was exactly, "He use to be controlled at times in his life, and even though he is free now... he still feels as though he must... put on a hard shell" Draco said as he thought of his father, who was now in Azkaban prison.

Hermione tried to think who he was, "I still don't know" she said as she gave up, "You're not suppose to, that's why" Draco informed her, "So, he really likes me?" she asked bashfully, "Yes Granger" Draco said with a forged smile, "Was you there when he wrote that letter?" she asked him with a smile, Draco nodded in response.

"You've really changed you know" she smiled as she looked down at her hands, Draco noticed her cheeks blush slightly, "You've really changed, over the summer" Draco said as he began to check her out, he noticed her slim body and even fuller breasts, her hair looked more silky and soft and her face was so complexed and... pretty, Draco adored her.

"Draco, stop thinking about the mudblood! She's sickening!" he thought as he angered himself, he didn't want to think of her in any sexual way or even admire her, he wanted to remain hateful and taunting. But he knew if he taunted her she would not fall in love with him, so he must continue to be false with her...

When Hermione left the commn room some hours later, Draco sneaked into her room again and used his wand to summon red rose petals to scatter the room and bed. He grinned to himself and then noticed the letter was pinned up on a old cork board and the flowers were in a water filled vase near her window, for a split second he felt bad for leading her on but he knew that if he backed out of it now, he would be shamed by Blaise and the Slytherin household.

He left her room and went into his, where he waited to hear to come back and see the nice gesture he had done, anonymously again.

Hours later, when the sky had turned into night, Hermione returned to the common room and walked over to her door, she pushed the door open and felt her jaw drop as her eyes saw the room filled with rose petals, they scatteed her floor, her four poster bed, her desk and the bedside tables, they even scattered the over bed veil that streamed down the four posts.

Her heart melted because it had been the most romantic gesture she had ever seen, and for her especially which melted her even more, Hermione walked over to her bed and brushed her hand across the petals on the bed and smiled happily.

She jogged out her room and over to Draco's, she knocked on the door excitedly and waited for him to open, he soon opened the door just in his jeans, Hermione was a little shocked and took a split second to admire his bare chest, and then got back to why she knocked on his door. "Draco, please, please! Tell me who he is?" she begged him as she grabbed his hand with hers, Draco looked down at her soft hand touching his and he didn't pull his hand away.

"Granger... I can't... hey, you just called me Draco" he lightly smiled, Hermione smiled at him, "Just trying to be civil". "Look, I can't tell you, I'm sorry but you can beg as much as you want, I won't tell you" he smiled, Hermione pulled a sulked face and put on her puppy eyes, "Please!" she begged with a giggle, "He's just scattered my entire room with beautiful rose petals" she said with an adorable face that could kill, Draco fpund himself feeling butterflies in his stomach, "No Hermione!" he shouted pulling his hand away.

His closed his door hard and leaned against it, "Don't fall for her!" he told himself, he walked over to his bed and laid down and began to stare at the ceiling as he thought, "Why are you weakening to her? She isn't nothing special Draco, she's a silly smart ass... but with the softest touch ever...No! Just stop it man!" he became angry and clentched his fists, he could not and would not fall for a mudblood, he hated her, he loathed her and his reputation was far too important.