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Chapter 2: The first touch.

As Draco saw the girl past by, he akmosty expected her to stop. But, much to his surprise, she just flipped her hair and kept walking.

"My god Draco, did you see her!" Blaise said in a shocked tone.

But Draco didn't hear him. He was still understanding her, her being at Hogwarts. And the way their eyes met, he knew it had to have been a sign. But he had no idea who the girl was, and he didn't know if she knew who he was. He decided silently that he would introduce himself, both so she would know who he ws, but most importantly to know who she was.

"Drakie!" yelled a high-pitched girl. What did I do to deserve this he thought.

The owner of the high-pitched squeals was Pansy Parkinson, one of the most annoying girls in his year. He made the mistake and had asked her to dance ONE dance at the Yule Ball, and since then, she was under the strange impression that he fancied her.

"Get away from me!" he said calmly as she lunged toward him.

'"O Drakie-poo, when are you going to ask me out to make it official?" she asked, almost in a pleading tone. She was head over heals in love with him, and he absolutely hated her.

"How about now?" He said.

"Oh my god! Really?" She exclaimed with a huge smile suddenly appearing on her face. Well at least a bigger smile than before.

"No!" Draco smirked, and turned to Blaise, who was laughing uncontrollably.

"Come on Blaise, lets get out of here."

They walked off, leaving Pansy there, crying.

As soon as the disappeared, the girl who Draco couldn't get out of his head appeared. She was accompanied by two boys, around her age. One was tall, 6'5 or so, and had black hair and striking green eyes. He was wearing a tight shirt, which allowed all who looked to see his well defined muscles under his shirt. On the other side of the girl was the other boy. This boy, was tall, but not quite as tall as the dark-haired boy. He was a red-head and was farley strong, but not extremely. Both boys looked longingly at the girl, who seemed used to the attention from them.

"Oh Harry, Ron, come on! Talk to me! Tell me Ron, where is Ginny?" the girl spoke as she broke the silence.

"Ginny you ask? Oh Hermione! She's been asking me if I had seen you yet, but I told her I hadn't. She was so bloody sad she couldn't come today," replied Ron, also known as the red-head.

The three of them, they had been best-friends since first year. Hermione Granger- the book-worm, Harry Potter- the boy who lived, and Ron Weasley- the third of the three.

To tell you the truth, both boys were absolutely amazed about how much their friend had changed. Harry thought she look absolutely amazing, and he was happy for her. Ron, on the other hand, thought he was madly in love with her, and he knew it was because of how much she changed. That was Ron for you, he fell in lust easily, and got his heartbroken easily and often because of that.

Hermione on the other hand, was also pleased on how much her friends had changed. But like Harry, she felt the same about both of them. She just couldn't believe that the two young boys that she had been friends with in the beginning of it all, had changed into such mature, handsome young men. But as much as she tried, she couldn't get Draco Malfoy out of her head. She knew she hated him, and she tried to deny it, but it was impossible: Draco had become the best –looking guy she had ever seen, in real life at least.

LATER ON…

A crowd had gathered in front of the stairs. Everyone was looking up at an elderly man.

"Welcome to orientation, young witches and wizards! I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts,"

As he continued to talk, the crowd of students and parents moved into the Great Hall, where all the meals would be. All the new students and their parents were amazed that it had no roof, but after they whispered to each other, everything was back to how it had been before.

Suddenly, a thunder stone started, sending lightning everywhere. Before anyone could stop it, a lightning struck inside and hit someone. The victim was none-other than Hermione. She fell back suddenly, only to be caught by two very strong, pale arms. Their touch was even more electrifying then the lightning bolt that had hit her. As he lifted her up, they stared deeply into each others eyes, only focusing on each other. The concentration was cut off by a close by voice saying "Hermione, are you ok!"

Draco dropped her and couldn't believe what he had just felt and done.

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