Draco sauntered into the great hall feeling confident. He'd fell asleep reading, so he had no time to think about the bushy-haired Gryffindor. Taking his place next to Blaise, he was handed the Daily Prophet. Reading the headline he snorted and chucked the paper back on the table. Pansy looked up, distracted by the noise, and picked up the abandoned paper.
"Still not caught Black." She stated, reading the front page.
"Mmm it's not likely they will," Blaise replied, "Fudge is way out of his depth here, everyone knows it."
Before Draco could add to the conversation Blaise nudged him under the table and nodded across the hall. Draco's gaze fell on the Gryffindor table where Granger sat staring at him. He watched as she noticed his gaze and looked back down at her breakfast blushing. Realising he was still watching her, Draco forced his eyes back down to his breakfast, a small smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. Blaise coughed and gave him a suspicious look which forced Draco to lose the smile. He just shrugged in reply and looked back at his untouched breakfast. Well it seems not only has Granger hooked him, but he has had an effect on her. The smile turned into a full blown grin as he excused himself early from the table. Not caring who watched, he made his way to the library and straight to the armchair in the corner. His grin disappeared as he saw the chair was empty. When he watched Granger leave the table he was sure she was going to the library. Sighing he turned round and it got stuck halfway up his throat nearly choking him. There Granger sat in the middle of an open space, with an empty chair next to her. She was staring at him. When she was sure she had caught his gaze she nodded to the empty chair. Draco's heart skipped a beat as he made his way over the chair. Sitting down he looked up to find her still staring at him.
"You like to stare at people, don't you Granger," he stated looking straight back at her.
He'd never really looked at her before. She was actually quite pretty, her hair covered most of her face, apart from her eyes, which were brown, like milk chocolate. Her cheek bones were quite high up and accented her features perfectly. Draco was staring so hard, he nearly missed her reply.
"Not at everyone," she shrugged, "and call me Hermione."
Authors note:- Thank you for the feedback everyone. I know the paragraphs are a bit short and hopefully i will be working on that. Grammar is an issue as well but hopefully that will improve. Criticism is always accepted as it's a way to learn. Despite this, I hope you still enjoy the story. x