Chapter 3; Rivalry Surprise.
Hermione and Draco walked up the stairs in stony silence, neither of them daring to utter a word to the other. They threw occasional glares at one another but neither of them said a word to each other until they reached the top of the tower. Their rooms were opposite each other; at least we're not sharing a room, thought Hermione, shuddering at the mere thought of it.
Draco was the first to break the silence. "Look, I know we don't get along, but since we're gonna be stuck with each other for the next year, I just want to let you know, I have no intention of letting a filthy, little Mudblood like you overshadow me," he smirked.
Hermione's face turned an ugly shade of crimson in fury. "The feeling is mutual Malfoy," she said coldly, "except for the fact that you're an arrogant pureblood who is by no means any better than me."
Draco's smirk slid off his face and was replaced by a grimace. "Okay Granger, goodnight, sweet dreams."
"As if Malfoy, I've got you sleeping in the room opposite," Hermione shot back, but as Draco turned to go into his room, she couldn't help but notice the flash of hurt that had appeared in his eyes as she said that. Could Draco actually like her?
Hermione woke with a start. She realised in horror that someone had crept into her room; it was the middle of the night! She started to tremble but she refused to be afraid. Composing herself, she slowly sat up and said in a clear voice, "Who's there?" The figure stopped dead in its tracks. She realised it was a boy. Getting out of bed, she said crossly, "Really, you shouldn't be sneaking around my room in the middle of the night, it's highly forbidden-"She cut herself off as she turned her lamp on. "Malfoy?"