"So, a pinch of warlocks mixed with dragon intestine makes one tbsp of hair growth potion." Hermione muttered to herself walking to Charms class one day. "and a teaspoon of...Oof!" She smacked straight into someone. Hermione looked up, and saw a tall, broad shouldered, blonde boy in front of her. "Draco?" she whispered, still out of breath from running into him. His green and silver Slytherian tie glistened in the morning sunlight streaming from the window. "You better watch where you are going Hermione," He put his fingers delicatly under her chin and lifted her head up to meet her gaze. His piercingly blue eyes hyptonized her, and she almost forgot to breathe. "Not here Draco." She said, quickly putting her head down, looking at her own red and gold Gryffindor tie. They couldn't do this, not now at least. "All right then, meet me at the courtyard at 11?" Draco slowly put his hand back to his side and smiled smally at Hermione. "Okay, I'll be there." Hermione continued to walk up the steps towards Charms, her heart pounding. Why did she feel this way? She never felt like this about anyone before, and certainly not someone in Slytherian! She shouldn't be doing this, she thought. Harry and Ron hate Draco! Yet, she couldn't rid herself of the jittery feeling inside of her, and she could not wait for 11 that night.
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