The Best Year Yet

4: Draco drool is gross

Hermione didn't know what to do. Draco Malfoy was sleeping on her bed drooling on the pillow. He looked so peaceful she didn't want to wake him. Before she knew what she was doing, Hermione walked over to the sleeping boy and kneeled down beside the bed. She stared at him, he was beautiful. Without the scowl, or the tiredness in his eyes, without worry or anger lines etched into his face. All of a sudden, his eyes flew open and Hermione fell backwards onto her butt.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, anger hinted in his tone.

"Well, y-you are in my room," she stated as he looked around confused. "I wasn't sure if I should wake you."

"So you stared at me instead?" He scowled.

"Well it's your fault you can't tell the difference between a snake and a lion!" Hermione spat, referring to the appropriate wooden animal hanging on her door. Draco opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. Without saying anything else he got up and walked out the door, slamming it behind him. A few seconds later, Hermione heard his door slam as well.

She sighed and got off the floor, that was not something she needed the night before school started. She put on a tank top and sweat pants and crawled into bed, when she put her head down, she felt something wet on her cheek and remembered the trail of drool flowing from Draco's mouth. She sighed and flipped over the pillow.
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The next morning Hermione woke up to Crookshanks licking her face.

"Stop," she laughed and pushed the cat off of her, "thanks for being an alarm clock though." She got out of bed, changed into her robes, and attempted to brush her hair. When she walked out of her room she ran into something hard and fell over. When she looked through her hair, she found the face of Draco Malfoy staring down at her with a scowl on his face.

"Watch where you're going Granger." He spat at her as he walked down the stairs. Hermione was too tired to deal with him so she didn't say anything and pulled herself off the floor. She rushed out into the hallway and passed Malfoy, excited to get to her first class which was transfiguration.

When she got to class she was happy to find that Neville was seated with an empty chair by him. Hermione sat down and opened her book to the assigned page.

"Good morning Hermione," Neville said as he got out his wand, "how was your first night?" He questioned, a hinting tone in his voice.

"It was... Interesting." She said carefully as Neville made a face that showed he was not satisfied with her answer, "I'll tell you at lunch." And with that, they started the first class of the year.
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A/N: If I owned Harry Potter, would I be writing fan fiction?

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