Me And A Slytherin?: A Hermione Story

Me and a Slytherin?: A Hermione Story-1-Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle in the LIBRARY?

"Hiya, Harry!"

A familiar voice echoed through the corridor. Harry turned around, somewhat against his will, and watched as Colin Creevey, another Gryffindor, in his 4th year, ran up to him.

"Hiya, Harry!" Colin repeated, breathless.

"Hullo, Colin," Harry said, dully.

"Hey, Harry! Where are you going, Harry?"

"Nowhere, Colin," Harry replied.

"Well, you must be going somewhere..."

"N-" Harry began, but was cut off.

"Why it's Harry Potter doing his usual charity work! What a noble man!" a cold, drawling voice said.

Harry turned and faced his enemy, Draco Malfoy, of Slytherin house. There wasn't a single witch or wizard who went bad, who wasn't in Slytherin.

"Eat dung, Malfoy!" Ronald Weasley, one of Harry's best friends said.

"Why don't you? It's probably all you can afford anyway!" Malfoy said, walking towards Ron in a menacing way. Just then, Hermione Granger, Harry's other best friend, stepped between the two of them.

"Alright! That's enough!" she said.

"Hey, could you do that again?" Colin said, reaching into his book bag and pulling out a camera.

"Oh, you got a new camera," Harry observed.

"Yeah. Dad bought a new one after the year was over," Colin replied.

"Well, listen Colin, we really have to go," Ron said. He turned around and followed Harry.

Hermione however, was still behind. Harry turned and saw her standing with Malfoy. They weren't talking, but they weren't doing anything else either. Malfoy was looking at Hermione differently. She just stared back at him blankly. Finally Hermione walked away, and caught up with Harry and Ron.

"What kept you?" Ron asked.

"I dunno," she answered weakly.

They way he had watched her like that... she couldn't stop thinking about it. He almost looked... No! That's impossible! Or was it? Draco Malfoy, the meanest guy in school, perhaps, or at least in their year... the boy who had called her a mudblood in her second year... yet Hermione had found him, for a split second, quite charming. It was hard for her to admit, yes. But impossible for her to deny.

She realized she was daydreaming when she snapped out of her trance, hearing the voice of Draco Malfoy. Not that he was talking to her... Harry, Ron and herself, were in the library, and so were Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. Surprising, she thought. She never imagined Crabbe and Goyle to have ever used a library in their lives, or so much as open a book. But it turned out that Malfoy was doing the reading. They just came along for who knows what reason. Just because, she supposed. They were always with Malfoy.

The most curious thing was that Malfoy walked up to Madam Pince, the librarian, showed her a note, and went to the restricted section of the library. Harry and Ron noticed this, too, and started towards the restricted section themselves. When they got there. Malfoy looked up at them.

"Yes?" he asked.

"How did YOU get permission to come in here? The restricted section, I mean," Ron asked.

"Easy. Professor Snape."

"He sent you?" Harry asked confused.

"No, Scarface! He gave me permission. Good thing, too. After all that begging and pleading I did. It's tough work, even if he does favor all us Slytherins."

Harry and Ron walked away. Hermione stayed. She just looked at Draco... Draco?! She never called him by his first name!

He looked up and saw her. He didn't smile, nor snicker, nor say anything at all. She couldn't figure out what sort of expression he wore. Suddenly, his eyes jerked from her face to behind her. She turned.

"Hermione!" Ron said, exasperated, as he took her hand and dragged her over to where Harry sat, reading.

"What was that?" Ron asked.

"What was what?" Hermione asked.

"THAT! You and Malfoy! You were staring at him in a weird way, and he was doing the same to you. What was going on?" Ron demanded.

Hermione had had enough. She turned and stormed out of the library. Malfoy saw, but remained where he was.

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