Love's Potion [Dramione]

Chapter 5

For the first time in her life, Hermione failed to pay attention in any of her classes.

For instance, in Potions, she appeared to be listening intently to Professor Snape as he droned on and on about...eh...whatever it was he was droning on and on about. To anyone who might have happened to steal a glance at her, they would have assumed that she was furiously scribbling down his every word, in fear that he might spring a pop quiz on them spur-of-the-moment. However, had anyone actually glanced at the parchment that lie on the desk in front of her, what they would have seen instead of Potions notes would have made them shudder.

Apparently (Hermione had found out during this very class) there are many different ways to combine her name with Draco Malfoy's. Hermione Malfoy. Hermione Jane Malfoy. Hermione Granger-Malfoy. Hermione Jane Granger-Malfoy. Mrs. Draco Malfoy. Mrs. Hermione Jane Granger-Malfoy. Really, the possibilities were endless, and she had managed to scrawl nearly every single combination down on paper, complete with hearts everywhere, big and small. Luckily for her, she was sitting by neither Harry nor Ron, but some Gryffindor girl she had never bothered to get to know. This unidentified girl did glance over at Hermione's notes a couple of times with a strange expression, but that was all. Had Harry or Ron seen what she had been spending all of Potions class doing, they most likely would have stupefied her again.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, Hermione turned around in her chair and glanced around, sincerely hoping those eyes didn't belong to either of her two best friends. It wasn't long before she realized who was staring at her so intently, and she practically sighed in relief: Draco. Hi, she mouthed to him, her lips then forming into a pleasant smile.

Draco slowly grinned and nodded in response. He glanced up at Snape, whose back was turned to the class as he walked back up toward his desk, still talking about some kind of potion or whatever. Draco held up a folded piece of paper and winked at her. He then lowered it to the ground and proceeded to levitate it just low enough so that it didn't register on anybody's radar. When it gently landed on the floor next to her desk, Hermione took a quick glance around the room to make sure no one was paying attention, and then leaned over quickly and picked it up.

The girl-with-no-name beside her gave her a funny look again as she proceeded to carefully unfold the paper. Hermione shot her a glare that clearly said, mind your own business, nosy bitch. The girl just rolled her eyes and went back to intently concentrating on Snape's lesson.

Hermione felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks when she read Draco's words: You know, you are the most beautiful girl in this class.

She smiled and wrote back: Oh really? More beautiful than Pansy Parkinson? She levitated the note back to him.

Draco snorted when he read it, eliciting a look from Professor Snape. Hermione held her breath, waiting for the vile teacher to reprimand Draco, but of course he just ignored it and went on talking. Professor Snape had always had a soft spot for Draco Malfoy, and he hated to take points away from his own house unless he absolutely had to. Draco looked at Hermione in relief before proceeding to scrawling something in response and once again levitating it back to her.

I said you were the most beautiful girl – I said nothing about pugs. Hermione couldn't help but giggle. Snape spun around again and glared at her.

"Did I say something amusing, Miss Granger?" he drawled.

Hermione's smile faded. "N-no, Professor, I just -"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for Miss Granger's disruption of class." Snape didn't even try to hide his smirk as every Gryffindor in the class groaned.

Hermione was crestfallen. "But Professor -"

"And another ten points for attempting to argue with my decision."