Malfoy... Flirting?
Hermione couldn't wrap her mind around that one. It was completely ludicrous! She figured that he probably had liked girls before and had had girlfriends. But they were Slytherin girls. Pureblood girls. Malfoy would just about die if he'd been caught so much as sitting next to a muggleborn like Hermione at the Three Broomsticks.
Malfoy didn't like her.
Malfoy wasn't flirting.
No way. Absolutely no way.
Draco just sat in his fourpost bed, sprawled out spread-eagle, in the same robes he'd been talking to Hermione in.
He knew it was dumb. How could he be so thick? He shouldn't talk to her. A girl like that would make him mad. Bloody mad. And anyway, how could he tell Father? He'd be disinherited, disowned, a disgrace to the Malfoy name!!!!
She's a mudblood.
A mudblood!
No way. Absolutely no way.
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Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)
FanfictionThis one's for you Malorie ;) After starting their seventh year at Hogwarts, Draco makes a complete change, and Hermione is starting to take notice. The two have to break down the Gryffindor/Slytherin prejudice and try to make things work for a nor...
