Forbidden (Dramione)

Smiles and Spilled Ink

   Hermione

   Hermione crossed out another sentence in Harry's essay. Honestly, she thought, who would describe the color of the Io, a moon, when Jupiter and Saturn were reflected in the sun as 'very bright'? "There you are, Harry," she said once she'd finished revising his astronomy papers. "Thanks a lot, Hermione," he sighed,"Quidditch practice is draining all my energy, and making charts. Their flying is really improving though...." He continued talking about plans for the up-coming match against Slytherin with a lot of enthusiasm with Ron.

Ginny slumped into the armchair next to Hermione's. "Dean is such a prat. He told me he'd meet me in the great hall before dinner but he didn't show. Seamus said he saw him leave the castle with Ernie." Hermione sighed and shook her head. "Boys never pay attention or care about that sort of thing. It's all about them." Ginny quickly glanced at Harry and then turned toward the fire, blushing. "That's exactly what Ron's like. Except he doesn't know how to show his feelings." She beckoned Hermione closer to her ans whispered,"He told me he likes you over the summer before you came.  Just don't tell him I told you. He'll kill me!" Hermione grinned and zipped her lips, glancing at Ron. Over in the corner, Cormac McClaggen caught this glance and frowned, turning away.

   The next morning was another Saturday, and Harry had decided to have another quidditch practice. "Are you going to watch Hermione?" Ron asked, hopefully. Hermione barely concealed her smile,"I'm sorry Ron. I have to........tutor someone today. Professor McGonagall's request." "Who?" Ron questioned, frowning. "A...Huffelpuff. It's confidential Ron." She felt bad about lying to him, but an endless battle with blast-ended scroots would be preferable to telling Ron and Harry she was teaching a Slytherin. Especially when that Slytherin was Draco Malfoy.

     She waved half-heartedly to them, and hurried to the Transfiguration corridor. This week had been all theory work, and she was supposed to check his homework. Sighing, she pushed open the great wooden doors and found a table to sit at. He entered just as she'd finished pulling out her quill and ink. "McGonagall told me that I had to show you my homework, Granger." Malfoy sneered the name as he lazily walked into the classroom, his green tie and black Hogwarts robes hanging loosley around him.

      "Yes." That was all she could reply. The pressure and dislike at these meetings, they had been doing them for a month, had mounted since the announcement of which house quidditch teams were playing each other had reached their ears.

    He handed her a long scroll of parchment with neat, slanted letters filled the page until the bottom, where his writing had grown in a transparent attempt to fill the required foot and a half. She took it and skimmed through the roughly phrased definition and complications of human transfiguration.  It wasn't bad except for one complication he named as swelling veins to the size of mushrooms. Hermione dipped her quill in ink and crossed out the offending sentences. "What are you doing, Granger?" He eyed her hand crossing off the sentences reproachfully. "I'm editing, Malfoy. What does it look like?" She answered him distractedly.

      "But Pansy said everything was right. She proof read it last night." He got a sour look on his face when he spat out Pansy's name. "Pansy? Pansy Parkinson?! Well I'm sorry Malfoy but she's about as bright as a flobberworm." She expected Malfoy to call her a lying, filthy you-know-what, but didn't really care. If Malfoy was bad at transfiguration, then Pansy was downright awfull. She couldn't turn a snail into a toad and almost failed her OWLs. To her suprise Malfoy let out a snort and said,"Noticed have you? She's down right annoying, to be honest. Expecting me to ask her to Hogsmead just because I couldn't find a better date to the Yule Ball." Hermione grinned, relieved he hadn't shouted. "You took her?" "I was a bit slow to ask anyone. I'd much rather go alone but my father.......family reputation to uphold, you know." "No....not really." She looked at the floor. "Oh right," he sneered,"I forgot you're a mu-are muggle born."

       Hermione looked up to see The Bloody Baron staring in through the window, one transparent ear through the door, evidently listening and going to report to Proffesor McGonagall.  "It's okay, Baron!" Hermione shouted rolling her eyes at him. The Baron left scowling at the door.

   "Where's Potter and Weasel King anyway,  Granger?" Draco asked looking at the window. "Are they spying as well? Not that I couldn't defeat you all in a duel." Hermione raised her eyebrows at him and he smirked,"Well, almost all of you," he corrected.

   Hermione laughed,"Harry and Ron are practicing quidditch. Honestly, I don't see the point of extra quidditch practice I mean," she looked sheepish, a look that usually Ron only wore,"it's just a game right? A little friendly compe-" "WHAT??!!" Malfoy shouted, making Hermione jump. "Quidditch is more then just a game. The speed, the satisfaction! The glory when you win a game! It's amazing." He seemed to be imagining winning the quidditch cup, or maybe the Quidditch World Cup.  Hermione just shook her head. "You just like Harry and Ron. They go mental." She sighed. Draco looked disgusted. "Don't compare me to Potter and Weasley." "Why not? Don't they play quidditch too?" Hermione asked skeptically.  He curled his lip and drawled,"Yes, but they're not very good are they?" She looked at him, disbelieving. "Who's won the Quidditch Cup the last few years? Who's won the House Cup? Oh wait! Both Gryffindor." Malfoy glared at her."We're going to win this first match, Granger. Our training is the best way to do it. And Marcus Flint's gone to the professionals."

    Hermione shook her head and pulled Draco's homework closer to her so she could correct the bad sentence and add one of her own.

     "We're supposed to be working on transfiguration, not discussing quidditch." She laughed.

    Draco leaned his elbow on the table, his pure blonde hair, no longer gelled back, falling across his grey eyes, and smiled. Not a smirk, not his usual sneer, but an actual smile. His white teeth gleamed, and a light seemed to have ignited in the depths of his eyes. She stared at him, noticing the strange transformation, and a warm feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. "What?" He asked sharply,  looking self conscious.  He was acting very not - Draco like. "You look different, Malfoy." She frowned looking at him. His self conscious-ness grew very obviously. "I just smiled, Granger. Or is that illegal?" He asked defensively, the smile sliding off his face. The burning feeling intensified in Hermione's stomach and started to creep to her lungs, making it hard to talk, but she managed trying to look as casual as possible. She packed up her bookbag and stood.  She noticed that the burning was moving into her cheeks. "You should smile more often, Draco. See you next Saturday." His face flushed (very attractively in Hermione's opinion) before she walked out.

    She left the room just as the burning feeling left her cheeks and went to her heart, making it beat like mad. She surreptitiously looked through the doors before they closed to see Malfoy looking completely shocked, packing up his bag. He caught her eye and tried to act cool, disturbing an ink bottle in the process. The black ink covered his bag and he swore. 

      Trying to supress her laughter, Hermione hurridly walked to the Gryffindor common room. She knew that from then on, things would be different between her and Draco, in a good way, and Hermione didn't mind in the slightest.

They are flirting! -ish. But still!!! The best part is when he smiles, I think. That's when Hermione feels something. That's when they both feel something. So yea! If you like this press the vote button! (I know it's not a button, that's obvious. Work with me here.) I'd love to see comments about the story or on reccomendations.

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