Hi guys and girls of Earth and other various planets!
These are a few drabbles (I have no idea what that word means...) that I've been wanting to put out there for a while. They're for all the ships that sunk before they got a chance to sail, the ships that never sailed, and I might even put in a few about ships that I want to sink, and how they sink.
I might take suggestions, so if you have one, write it in the reveiws.
I'm going to do this for a bunch of stories, if I know them of course.
So first, we have...
(Yes this is for you, Annilee)
Dermione
(Draco+Hermione)
Third Year
Draco Malfoy's P.O.V
Potions with Gryffindor. That Potter kid and his two friends would be here. But I could only see one, sitting alone.
It was that mudblood Hermione.
The smartest girl almost anyone knew.
And, I was a bit ashamed to say, the prettiest girl in potions.
I'd had a crush on her since the first year, but I hated the Potter kid's guts, and she was always around him. I wanted to tell her, but not with the stupid Boy Who Lived around.
But today she was alone, just sitting there, her eyes staring intently on the book she had sprawled over her desk.
I told Crabbe and Goyle to stay where they were, then slowly made my way over to her.
What would I say? That I liked her? That I've admired her since my first year at Hogwarts? It all sounded too... Stupid. But I had to tell her somehow.
When I finally made it over to her table, she had her nose in a book. I cleared my throat and she looked up.
"Um... Mind if I sit here?" I asked.
She looked at me for a second, then nodded. I bet I was the last person she'd want to be sitting beside, but I was Professor Snape's favorite student, and I'd be able to sit where I wanted anyway, whether she liked it or not.
I slid in to the seat next to her.
She had the prettiest eyes... and her beautiful hair...
"I like your hair." I blurted out. She looked up.
"... Thank you?" She said, looking me in the eyes, as if she would know if I was just leading up to a big insult, like how I'd called her mublood for the past years.
"And... and I don't mean it when I call you mudblood, Hermione." I whispered, so I wouldn't look like some fool in front of all of my classmates in Slytherin. "I just do it to impress the other Slytherins... to look popular... like I don't care for a stupid mudblood... not that you're stupid... but I do care... I really do... I... I... um... I like you Hermione Granger." I finished.
She was staring at me now.
"Draco, I... I think I might like you too." She replied, her voice soft.
My heart did a little leap.
Hermione, the girl I had teased for two years, always loving how smart she was, just said that she liked me. I smiled a little at her blushing face.
"Turn to page 228 in your textbooks, class!" Professor Snape's harsh voice called out, and all chatter that had been present before died. "And read on your own time, Granger. Now where is that Potter kid and his Weasley friend..."
Potter and Weasley burst through the door, just as I sat back down next to Crabbe and Goyle.
"You're late, Potter, Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor."
