*Okay so the friend I wrote this for pointed out that Draco said three words instead of two but you get the gist. I apologize but I was super duper concerned about ANTM and worried Allison would get eliminated. If Angelea freaking wins I'm going to kill someone. But enough about that lets delve further into the tangled lives of Draco and Hermione.
Draco POV
What had just happened? One minute I'm attempting to cover my face where my father struck me across the face, and the next I'm somehow talking to the brown eyed girl about my family expectations. She probably thought I was trash, wanting to be in the house You-Know-Who was in. I didn't particularly want it though, my father did. My father was always controlling my life. That's why I was so excited to be at Hogwarts, even if it meant being baffled by the presence of a brown eyed, bushy haired girl. She was nothing to me.
Yet I couldn't shake her from my mind. I went to find my thuggish friends Crabbe and Goyle. They were more of bodyguards than they were friends. Maybe in their presence I could forget about this girl.
Nope. Of course not. It seems that every where I go I see her. I sit in the compartment as the train takes off and she flits by with a boy with a troubled face muttering about some stupid toad. I head off to get some snacks and she's there as well. I just step outside to escape Crabbe and Goyle's presence and she's there. Again!
"Look, what is your problem?" I question her, angrily. I'm not sure why I'm so mad, I just need to figure out what she means to me.
She looks frightened as she stutters out "W-w-what problem?" Those brown eyes flit from left to right, as if looking for an escape. I realize then that I've scared her. This makes me shameful immediately, so I take her hand.
"I'm sorry. I'm not exactly being myself today," once again, I finds myself telling the undeniable truth, entranced by her big brown eyes. Seriously, how could someone be that enchanting at the age of eleven? "What's your name?"
"Granger. Hermione Granger," she says in an exact imitation of me. It's then that my life begins to change.
Hermione POV
This boy, Draco, he appears everywhere I go. I see a glimpse of him in a compartment with two horrifying boys, at the candy cart, and I almost run into him as he storms out of his compartment. He's terrifying at the moment, seeming to hate me. But then he takes my hand. I'm not sure why he does, but it calms me down. I stop shrinking into the shadows, cowering under his rage, and stand a little taller as he asks my name.
"Granger. Hermione Granger," I say, repeating the exact format in which he presented his name. His pupils dilate for a moment, but then he focuses on me more clearly.
"Granger? That doesn't sound like a wizard family name I've heard. Are you foreign or something?" The way he assumed that I was from a wizarding family makes me laugh for some reason. When he still continues to look puzzled, I tell him that my parents are, what do they call them? Oh yeah, Muggles. His face then contorts into another expression, completely unfamiliar. What exactly is it? Horror? Revulsion? Hatred? And then I realize: its fear. He's afraid for some unknown reason. But why?
"Um…I have to go," and he's hurrying off again. What is his deal? Why is it such a big deal if my parents aren't wizards? Whatever is going on in his mind, I don't like it. It scares me, and I have no idea why.
Draco POV
Muggle parents? Why, oh why, did this mystery girl, this Hermione, have to make my life so much more complicated? I rushed off without much of an explanation, went to the lavatory, and sank down, covered in a cold sweat. I'm shaking. As I try and calm myself down, I try and sort out what this means. Okay, let's start with the facts.
One: this girl is a Mudblood. I hate that word, suddenly. There's nothing wrong with this girl. This beautiful, intriguing, brainy, mysterious girl, this Hermione. I needed to stop thinking of her as just another girl because, whatever my feelings for her, it's positive she's not just any other random girl. She's something…more.
Okay, fact number two: there is something unexplainable between the two of us. Something like attraction almost. But this couldn't be. I'm not allowed to be anything but an enemy to this girl. The thought of being her enemy, though, makes my gut twist uncomfortably. No, I can't do that either. But I can't ignore her. My best guess is that I'll have to have some sort of secret thing with this girl. I don't know what kind of thing, but I can't not see her. I need her for some reason. I get up off the floor and rinse off my face. As I walk out the door, I'm thinking of nothing but Hermione Granger.