All the Little Lies [WATTYS 2015 ENTRY]

Chapter One

Draco's POV

The night passed by pretty neatly except for one tiny fact: she's not in Slytherin. I have never fallen head over heels with someone. Psssh, this is quite absurd.

I should just keep my feelings hidden. I shouldn't let Granger affect me.

We were guided by the prefect. Once we got in, I glanced at the common room. Filled nothing but black furnitures and black and green wallpaper, we were lead to our individual rooms. Neat, at least we have separate rooms. Some damn privacy, fortunately.

Entering my room, I closed the door and without hesitation, I lay down on my black, cozy bed. I reached to my drawer and found my schedule for tomorrow. Potions, Charms, Flying. You know the rest. I'll make the greatest entrance anyone can ever see. I just need to impress her, at least once.

Shaking myself off the thoughts of my flower, I changed into my pajamas and strode off to sleep.

***The Next Day***

Professor Snape has been giving his introduction to his class, Potions. I try not to daze off, seeing as it would ruin my reputation at our first day and Professor Snape holds Slytherin as his advisory house.

"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper to death", he said. A moment of silence filled the whole room. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!", he continued, glaring at Potter.

Hermione nudged the boy and he looked up at Professor Snape. "Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity", he said. Harry, on the other hand, still looked at him. "Tell me, where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?", he asked, only having Hermione raise her hand up. I glued my eyes at her. She is really smart.

Snape has asked again, and as always, Harry replied with an "I don't know, sir". Hermione raised her hand more. Snape asked for the last time, having Harry say nothing. My flower, again, eagerly raised her hand even more.

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A few weeks have passed. I have been dying in the inside, praying that we could take Charms this day. It's one of the few classes I have with my Granger. It kills my very soul on not seeing her ginger hair, her skin complexion, her plump, soft lips, her simple smile, just her. I looked at the schedule, silently hoping at the little ray of hope to see the Greek goddess herself. Potions will do, too. Charms has been the next class! I scampered my ass out, ready to see my flower today.

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Professor Flitwick was teaching us one of the basic spells, which was to making an object fly. We were to recite Wingardium Leviosa while waving our wand in a circular motion, ending it with a tap. After demonstrating, the class was asked to practice it. I eyed my Granger, seating beside Weasley. I went back to my feather and trying the spell myself. Soon enough, I heard two people arguing.

"Stop! Stop! You're going to make someone's eye out. It Leviosa, not Leviosar", she said, teaching the ever dumb Weasley. I snickered a laugh.

"You do it if you're so clever. Go on, go on", Weasley insisted her. Anger boiled in me. How dare he challenge my Granger? She'll kick his ass, you'll see.

"Wingardium Leviosa", she said, waving her wand at the same time. Her feather flew up!

"Well done, Ms. Granger. She's done it!", our professor spoke all too soon. I smirked; she is really something.

Soon, class ended. I was walking ahead of the body of first year students when I heard a commotion.

"She thinks she's so clever, she doesn't even have any friends!", a voice spoke loudly, who I recognized easily as Weasley. But that wasn't made me turn around. A ginger-haired girl bumped his group, bowing her head down with sniffling and shuffling of her shoes ever so quickly, as if escaping someone. It was my Granger! He was all too much. She ran fast. I tapped Crabbe and Goyle, "I forgot something back at the dormitory. See ya later!", I said, hurrying wherever my flower went.

Before she could take a step in the girls' bathroom, I snatched her away. She was startled, of course. I quickly handed her my handkerchief and ran away. I wouldn't want to let her know who I really am. Not yet, at least.

(I'm about to stop here but since I love yall so much I'll give a sneak peek of Hermione's POV)

Hermione's POV

I made my way to the girls' bathroom. I couldn't believe I have my friends back at the train ride either in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. It left me with no friends and even bullied.

A hand grabbed me by the side and handed me a blue handkerchief. Before I could say anything, he ran away. Jeez, he's a fast runner. All I ever catched a glimpse of was his hair color. Blonde.

Thank you, blondie. Hope we meet again, that's if you won't run away ever again.

I headed back to the bathroom, never forgetting the mean words thrown at me. At least, my sobs have been minimized by him.