She liked him, there was no denying it, even as much as she'd like to. He was the one who called her mudblood! He was the one who would damn her and her friends, Harry and Ron, to hell if he could. He was the one who made her go all hot and giddy every time he smirked?
Hermione had been hiding her thoughts about this disgusting Malfoy creature for about six years and always told herself that it was hate and only hate that she felt for him. The truth was she loved to hate him, absolutely loved to.
"Hermione, earth to Hermione," Ron shook his hand violently in front of her face.
"What…. er…. um, ya?" Hermione awoke from her trance,
"I've been trying to contact you for at least three minutes!"
"Sorry, I was just day dreaming, what did you say"
"I said that I need you to help me with this potion" he put a pathetic look on his face, "desperately." To potion he was working on suddenly turned viciously pink when it was supposed to maintain a nice shade of light blue.
"Er… Ron why is it pink?"
"I don't know! I added the clove root first, just like it said on the bored then I added the wolfsbain….." at that point Hermione wasn't listening to Ron drone on about which came first, the cloves root or the wolfsbain. She was listening intently until she noticed that Draco Malfoy was staring at her.
It wasn't that strange for people to stare at her the first few weeks of school. Her hair, which used to be extremely frizzy, calmed down into soft curls when she used the right shampoo. Over the summer, Hermione's body finally went into proportion, a bit less there, a bit more here, so on and so forth. Apart from all that, Hermione's cousin gave her a few tips about makeup and fashion. After a month with her cousin and her 'beauty boot camp' she left her cousin looking like a goddess.
Hermione was just coming back to reality when a loud bang sounded right next to her.
"What the hell has happened over here?" said Snape as he moved over to Ron who was at that moment exploding in boils. "Potter! kindly escort Mr. Weasley to the hospital wing," unfortunately at that moment Harry was staring at Hermione "quickly Mr. Potter," said Snape sternly before following Harry's gaze to Hermione, "and… dear god, Potter give Ms. Granger your school robe!" Hermione instinctively looked down at her shirt to see that the potion hadn't given her boils, but instead burnt through her shirt. Harry was too agog with the size of Hermione to do anything. "Potter! Potter! Oh god, Malfoy!"
"Yes Professor," he said while smirking at the whole ordeal
"Give Granger your robe!"
"Of cores Sir," said Malfoy as he (very sexily) strutted over to Hermione and placed his robe over her solders while taking advantage of the opportune moment to look down her rather nonexistent top. 'This will be one hell of a year,' he thought while doing his legendary smirk, 'one hell of a year!'