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Firsts

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"Ok then, do you remember the first time you saw me?"

"How could I forget."

"Don't roll your eyes like that! Tell me!"

"Alright, you were on the platform with your parents…"

"How did I look?"

"What do you mean? I was eleven Hermione, I wasn't checking you out or nothing like that."

"That's not what I meant, did I look scared or anxious? Or was I confident and sure of myself?"

"Well, I think you were a little of both, from what I can remember. You had your confident face on, but I think you were like me. Was nervous as all hell inside, but trying to project confidence."

"You were nervous?"

"Absolutely, with my father I had a lot of expectations placed upon me."

"Like what?"

"Be the good son, the smartest boy, top of the class, just plain better than all the rest."

"That's not fair, Lucius shouldn't have put that on you."

"He didn't, it was just what was expected as the son of Lucius Malfoy."

"It still isn't fair to lug that much pressure onto a boys shoulders, alright. The first time we actually spoke to each other."

"Oh yes, that was fun…I was with the boys in the library, looking for books that we should not be thinking of reading. And in you walked, stalking over to us. You must have known what we were doing…"

"I did."

"…And you snatched that 'piece of horrid trash' out of my hands, and told us to go before you told Madam Pince what we were up to."

"Yes, you left. Glaring at me the lot of you were, wasn't very nice."

"Well you had just spoiled all of our fun, what were we supposed to do then? Huh?"

"You could have found an actual book to read, not that horrible thing."

"If I remember rightly Miss Granger you are the one telling me 'that the human body is a beautiful thing that should be appreciated more', well that's what we were doing."

"Finding more pictures to wank over is not appreciating the human body."

"Gods Hermione...that went down the wrong way. We were eleven we were not looking for stuff to…well, we weren't."

"Fine. The first time you spoke to me."

"I imagine that was just after Halloween…"

"I think that was it."

"Yeah, I came up to ask you what the troll looked like. I'd never seen one before. And of course I'd told everyone who would listen that I had seen one before, so I came to the only person I could think would tell me, so I wouldn't lose face."

"That's so cute."

"I am not cute!"

"Yes you are, you are positively adorable…"

"That's it…"

"Okay…stop…you are a lean mean fighting machine…you are not cute at all."

"Thank you."

"I feel slightly uncomfortable asking you this one…when was the first time you really looked at me, and I don't mean as Harry' friend…or as the 'M', when did you notice who I really was?"

"…Fourth year. Of course prior to that, I was still mad as all hell at you for punching me that day, and then you walked into the Great Hall on Krum' arm. You were absolutely stunning that night. I don't think there was a girl in the room who held a candle to how you looked. I think after that night, you were no longer Potter' friend, granted I still couldn't stand you at that point, but there was no denying the fact that you were all girl."

"Stop looking at me like that, it wasn't that romantic. It wasn't romantic at all. You can be such a sap some times…ow! That hurt woman…are they tears…are you crying?"

"No!"

"You are, I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't upset me, I'm just a bit emotional at the moment. I think it's all the hormones, I wish this baby would hurry up and get the hell out of there."

"Soon love, soon."


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