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Chapter 1 : I'm Falling in Love With Who??
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Hermione knew something was wrong. She hadn’t been concentrating in any of her lessons recently and at that moment, she was day dreaming in History of Magic instead of taking notes that Harry and Ron relied on.
“Hermione,” whispered Ron trying not to attract the attention of their ghost teacher, Professor Binns. “Why aren’t you taking notes?”
“Take your own for once,” she snapped at him. Hermione was shocked. She didn’t often get angry at Ron or Harry but recently she seemed to be doing it more.
Her gaze drifted across the classroom, coming to rest on a pale faced, blond haired wizard with a smirk on his face. He was talking to pug-face Pansy Parkinson who was laughing quietly at something he had just said. As if he could feel Hermione’s eyes on the back of his head, he turned and looked at her; his sparkling grey eyes quietly staring at her chocolate brown eyes. His eyes seemed to be trying to convey some meaning to her but she couldn’t work it out. Her heart thumped against her chest and her throat went dry. At last they broke eye contact and Hermione looked away, blushing.
Oh my God, she thought. I’m falling in love with Draco Malfoy!
Hermione was in the same lessons as Draco’s all day and throughout, she continually kept glancing at him, taking in all the prominent features of his face, his silvery blonde hair and his smooth hands.
“Miss Granger,” commanded Professor Snape, the Potions Master. “Repeat what I have just said”.
Hermione tore her eyes away from the young wizard and focused on the greasy haired professor in front of her.
“Erm...sorry Sir.” Hermione didn’t have an answer for him as she had been staring at Draco since the beginning of the lesson.
“Well, well. Miss Know-it-all Granger wasn’t paying attention. Twenty points from Gryffindor,” he said as he walked away. “Mr Malfoy. Perhaps you could tell her what I was saying?”
“Um...no sir.,” replied Draco looking ashamed as he was caught unaware.
“I’m disappointed in you, Mr Malfoy. Both you and Miss Granger will be back here tonight for a detention. Understood?”
“But sir, we’ve booked the pitch for Quidditch practice tonight though,” said Draco.
“Very well then. Tomorrow evening.”
The two students nodded miserably. Snape didn’t like giving detentions to his Slytherins, least of all Malfoy, but if it meant Granger getting a detention... well then it was definitely worth it.
“Git!” exclaimed Ron as the trio left the dungeon. “Giving you a detention for something like that. That’s so unfair”.
“Since when has Snape ever been fair to anyone but the Slytherins, Ron?” asked Harry.
Ron didn’t answer. Hermione was preoccupied with her own thoughts. Why didn’t Malfoy show me up in front of the whole class? She thought to herself. Usually he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to do so. And I’m pretty sure he knew what Snape was talking about.
They had reached the portrait of the Gryffindor Common Room and Ron and Harry were still complaining about Snape.
“He even postponed the detentions because Malfoy had Quidditch practice tonight.”
Hermione sighed heavily. She couldn’t believe that her school record had been marred because of Snape. She’d never got a detention in her life and now her record was ruined. Of course, the supposed detention with Hagrid in first year didn’t count.
“I’m going to the library. I’ll see you at lunch,” she said to the Harry and Ron and turned back the way they had come.
They shrugged at each other and walked through the portrait door into the Common Room.
Once she was in the library, Hermione sat down on one of the more comfortable chairs and ran a hand through her wavy hair making it messier than it already was. Unknown to her, someone was watching her from behind the shelves. A certain blonde haired Slytherin.
She looks so beautiful, he thought as he watched her sink gratefully into a chair. She’s changed so much since she was the bushy haired, wide eyed bookworm in first year. Draco tried to stop himself from thinking these thoughts but he couldn’t. It could never happen - he was pureblood and she was a mudblood. He forced himself to remember why they were supposed to be enemies and found that it didn't matter anymore.
Damn. I’m falling in love with her.
“I love you Hermione,” he said softly.
Hermione sat up straight and looked around. She could have sworn that she heard someone say her name but she could see or hear anyone or anything. Must be my mind playing tricks, she thought. I’d better go and eat.
The next evening, Hermione left the Gryffindor Common Room at ten minutes to six, leaving herself enough time to go down to the dungeons where Snape’s room was. Just as she was about to knock on the classroom door, Malfoy walked up behind her, having just come from his Common Room. Instead of making a derogatory comment, as she expected him to, he merely nodded at her. She must have shown her surprise because he strode past her and knocked on the door himself.
“Come in,” said Professor Snape.
The two students entered together and sat down in the chairs indicated by the teacher.
“Tonight, you two will be cleaning the second floor corridor. The portraits have been taken down for cleaning and restoration and the walls and floor need cleaning. You will not use magic. Follow me.” Snape lead the two students out of his classroom, locking it behind him. The whole time that Snape had been talking, he had directed it at Draco as if he was trying to ignore Hermione. Only when they reached the second floor did he turn to Hermione.
“Maybe this will teach you to listen in my lessons in future, Miss Granger.”
“Yes sir,” she replied meekly and she saw Draco smirk out of the corner of her eye.
“Shut up Malfoy!” she hissed once Snape had walked away and she saw Draco doubled up laughing.
“Hermione Granger getting a detention,” he said when they had started cleaning. “Who’d have thought it – Miss Know-it-all wasn’t paying attention in lessons.”
“Well what about you? You didn't know what he was talking about and you weren’t paying attention either.”
“Shut up Granger.” Malfoy turned red. He didn’t want Hermione to know that he’d got this detention because he had been thinking about her.
“Sorry,” she apologised.
“I’m sorry as well. Shouldn’t have made fun of you.” Malfoy noticed her shocked expression. “Look, just because I don’t do it often, doesn’t mean I don’t know how and when to apologise.”
“Okay.” She smiled at him and he slowly smiled back.
Wow, Hermione thought. He’s got a great smile. And his teeth are perfect. He hasn’t insulted me once either. I thought that by now we’d be throwing hexes at each other.
She’s not so bad once you get to know her, he thought to himself. Okay, so she’s a bit of a bookworm and likes the library just a little too much, but she’s fun, witty and cute. If only she wasn’t such good friends with Potter and Weasel.
Draco decided to try and have a conversation with her.
“Is this your first detention?”
“Yes. Are they all like this?”
Draco was pleased that she was making the effort to talk to him.
“Not all of them,” he replied as they continued cleaning. “Snape’s detentions usually consist of cutting or sorting ingredients for his lessons and McGonagall usually makes me write some sort of essay. I know she’s your Head of House, but she really angers me. She picks on me in lessons and gives me a detention for no reason.”
“You do realise that’s exactly what Snape does to the Gryffindors, don’t you?” she asked him.
Draco thought about it for a minute and realised Hermione was right.
“I suppose so. But he’s always been like this apparently. It’s as if he’s got a personal grudge against the other Houses.”
“McGonagall only picks on the Slytherins because Snape picks on us,” Hermione said. “He takes so many points off, it’s ridiculous!”
Draco looked sideways at Hermione and smiled inwardly at her flushed face, vexed at Snape. He watched as she scrubbed particularly hard at a stain on the wall, oblivious to the forcefulness of what she was doing. Then he realised that she was still talking. Well, ranting would be a better word for it. She even looks beautiful when she’s annoyed, he thought.
“Hey, slow down. You’ll scrub a hole through the wall.”
Hermione ignored him and kept on ranting. She was obviously very annoyed with Snape. There was only one thing he could think of and she wouldn’t like it at all. He dunked his sponge in the bucket of water and threw it at her. It hit her shoulder and she gasped with surprise as the cold water washed over her.
“Y...You did that on purpose,” she yelled.
“It was the only way to shut you up,” Draco laughed.
“Oh really?” He watched as she threw her sponge at him. He ducked but she had a good aim and it hit him in the shoulder.
“You should be a chaser on the Quidditch team. You’ve got a good aim,” he shouted as their situation erupted into a water fight with sponges.
“I ...hate flying,” she replied.
A few minutes later they sat against the wall laughing and out of breath.
“I haven’t had so much fun in ages,” Hermione said.
“Me neither. And you’re not that boring really,” said Draco.
“Who said I was boring?” she asked indignantly.
“No-one. But I thought you were.”
“Well, guess I’ve just proved you wrong,” she said, and punched his arm. He stuck his tongue out at her.
“Very mature,” she said laughing.
“I’ve just thought of another way to shut you up,” he said looking intently at her.
“Oh yeah?” she asked curiously, just realising how close they were to each other.
Draco simply leaned over slightly and landed his lips on hers.
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