This is my very first story on fanfiction and I am really nervous that no one will like it, but oh well if they don't. I have been reading a lot of other stories just so I know how I am supposed to write the stories. If I am doing anything wrong please let me know because there are still a lot of thing that I don't know how to do. Thanx!

Chapter 1

Hermione's POV

I starred out my window longingly as Draco Malfoy and his friends were goofing off by the lake. For years now, I have had a secret crush on Malfoy, but couldn't tell my two best friends because I was afraid of how they would treat me. Every time I thought I could tell them, I got an image in my head of them calling me a traitor and putting a curse on me.

As Draco starting wondering away from my view from my window, I absentmindedly flipped through her Potions book, but without really reading it. Instead, I dreamed of the day when Draco would talk to me without calling me a "Mudblood". Ha! , I thought to myself, That would be the day!

As soon as I thought this, something hard and heavy hit the back of my head, and, when I turned around to see what it was, something else hit me in the face, this time knocking me out of my chair in the corner of the Gryffindor commons room. I don't think I was knocked out for very long, but when I opened my eyes, Ron and Harry were standing over me trying to hold back a laugh.

I was so aggravated, that the only thing I could think of to say was, " Are you going to help me up, or do you plan on standing there, looking like idiots?"

At this remark, they realized that I knew that they were laughing at me, and decided to stop before I became any madder. After they helped me up, they explained to me that they were trying to chuck their Potions books in the fireplace, but there was an invisible barrier around the fireplace, so the books bounced off and hit me. This made me realize that I hadn't even started my Potions essay, which was due in two days. I was too preoccupied thinking about Draco to do my essay, so I decided to take a walk instead, leaving Ron and Harry begging me to so their essays.

As I walked outside, the first person I saw was Ginny Weasley. (Actually I saw her fiery red hair first)

"Hermione!" she said, her emerald green eyes lighting up. "Will you come on a walk with me, there is something really important I want to talk to you about?"

"Yeah, sure." I was kind of preoccupied, looking for Draco and just hoping that he was still outside. Sadly, I didn't see him anywhere and decided to go ahead and follow Ginny to a small oak tree near the lake.

"So what's going on?" I asked, exhausted from my efforts to try to find Malfoy without looking suspicious or rude.

"Well, it's kind of a long story, but I wanted to talk to you about Harry."

This got my attention, since Ginny and Harry haven't talked to each other since Harry broke up with her last year. I don't know all the details, but I do know that he told her that they couldn't go out anymore because he thought that she might get hurt and then he would never forgive himself and blah blah blah…

"Well, here's the deal. Harry and I have been talking more and more lately and I thought that I was over him and everything, but now that we are talking, I have a whole new love for him. Just the way he talks and the way his eyes light up when he sees me and…"

"OMIGOD!" Just as I was looking past Ginny, right by the lake, staring at me was Draco. As soon as he saw me, he looked down at the water as if there were some interesting new fish that he found. Ginny tried to turn around to see what I was looking at, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her up telling her that we should walk around some more.

" I am so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just saw someone that I didn't want to see at the moment."

"Oh it's perfectly fine! But what I wanted to talk to you about was…well…do you think you could talk to Harry for me, you know, and ask him if he still has feelings for me?"

"Oh of course! You know in my opinion, I would just march right up to him and tell him how you feel." Yet I'm not taking my own advice.

"Thank you so much, Hermione. You're the best!" After that, she ran off as she were a little girl, getting the toy she had wanted all her life.

Draco's POV

I thought it was the perfect day to be outside, yet when I looked up in Hermione granger's window she seemed to think that it wasn't, because she was hard at work. Probably on some essay that was due in two months. I staid right outside her window for as long as I could, hoping that I could catch her attention. My plan was unsuccessful, because Pansy Parkinson was badgering me, again, wanting to go to a quieter spot. I was very very afraid of the idea of going to a quiet place with Pansy. She already tries to make out with me in public, I don't even want to think about what she would do in a quiet place…just us two…alone…uugh that gave me chills just thinking about it.

Eventually, I had to come up with the lie that I needed to go to the bathroom, so that I could get away from Pansy. It wasn't easy either. She insisted on following me all the way to the bathroom and then she waited right outside. When I heard her talking to some girls that had walked up, I checked to make sure her back was to me, and then I made a run for it.

When I got outside I found Hermione talking to Ginny Weasley underneath a small tree on the opposite side of the lake than where I stood. I positioned myself a little closer so I could get a good look at her. (Hermione, not Ginny) Her eyes seemed to be thinking about something rather than what Ginny was talking about. If only she were thinking about me. That would never happen in a million years. I decided to instead stare a little bit lower than her eyes…maybe her lips…no, I was already fantasing too much about kissing her, that would only make it worse…maybe her breasts…no she was wearing a black sweater that made them practically invisible. I was about to give up and retreat back to my dormitories, when, when I looked into her eyes one last time, they were looking back at me. I automatically looked down, afraid that she might see my hidden love for her. When I looked up again, she was walking away, with a white-knuckled grip on Weasley's arm. I am such an idiot!

Listen to your heart,

When he's calling for you.

Listen to your heart,

There's nothing else you can do.

I don't know where you're going,

And I don't know why.

But listen to your heart,

Before you tell him goodbye.

So what do you think? I would love to get some comments back on this. I hope to hear from ya!

-Amanda