Embarrassed (Draco x Hermione)

Father Can't Hear About This

(Draco's POV)

It's the third day of being at my school, Hogwarts. Obviously, I was sorted into Slytherin! I met the famous Harry Potter and his little redhead sidekick, Ron Weasley. Potter must've gotten his stupidity from his parents, befriending a blood traitor! I saw them talking to this girl, with such brown and bushy hair. As I joined her class in Potions for the first time, I found out that she was a mudblood and yet such a smart girl.

I feel like I've fallen for her. Father wouldn't like to hear about this. I can never let this secret spill, or else I will lose all my respect. But I am not heartless, so I've decided to discreetly help her out, especially since Potter and the Weasel don't seem to be treating her nicely. They seemed very annoyed with her and she is awfully alone. She'll need a prince like me.

(Hermione's POV)

Hogwarts and its lessons are extremely fascinating and I can't help but answer all of the teacher's questions, despite my classmates looking rather annoyed at me. I've been hearing the most annoyance from Ronald Weasley, another boy in Gryffindor and a boy named Draco Malfoy, who was put in Slytherin. I understand the Malfoy would obviously hate me at first sight for I am a muggleborn and a Gryffindor, but I feel like I deserve more respect from Ron. I mean, I am earning Gryffindor points, unlike him. He fools around with Harry Potter quite a lot, and I'm certain they're going to get detention very soon.

Unfortunately, being the "know-it-all", I don't have many friends. I have been acquainted with Percy Weasley, who is the older brother of Ron Weasley and is so much more dignified. Discussing lessons is one of our most favorite things to do and I'm glad I have made a friend with someone who is like me.

I'm on my way to my next class, which happens to be Potions. I quietly scurry in, making sure Professor Snape doesn't have a reason to unreasonably take points of Gryffindor or just bully me. I sit on my desk and take out a book, getting ready for class. As the signal for the next class commences, a few students scatter in, Draco Malfoy being one of them. I eye the students and can't help but notice how cute Draco seems to be. Wait, what? Cute, Malfoy, cute? What has gotten into me? I sigh. Probably just some other student a mistaken to be him. I look at him one more time, just to be sure, and the butterflies come. He smirks at me, raising an eyebrow. I turn to face the front, wide-eyed and completely bewildered. I have just shown signs of crushing. But why on Malfoy? I mean... he is charming, not to mention confident... I snap out of my daydream, unsure of what has gotten into me, when Professor Snape starts the class, distracting me and breaking my train of thought.

"Today we will be learning about..." Professor Snape drawls.

However, I succumbed to my thoughts on that beautiful Malfoy. The gray eyes, beautiful blond hair and that charming smirk. Such a charismatic aura... well at least for me. I dive deeper into my thoughts on Draco when class ends. I panic, as I haven't taken any notes. It's lunch by now and I walk to the Great Hall, bumping into someone.

"Watch it..." a familiar voice says coldly, but his gaze meets mine.

"Granger." he smirks.

"Malfoy." I respond, "I'm sorry for bumping into you.".

"It's fine." he smiles.

SMILES? That was a genuine one... maybe everyone's just experiencing some weird thoughts today...

I smiled back, returning the kindness he's shown, but as I look him in the eye again, he seems surprised, taken aback. He must have noticed his own change in behavior too. I walk off to the Gryffindor table, trying to understand everything that's been going on.

(Draco's POV)

Oh no. I bumped into Hermione! I smiled at her, not even a smirk! She returned it though but looked pretty shocked. Hopefully, she doesn't go on to suspect that I have a crush on her...

I sit on the Slytherin table, sneaking looks at Hermione. She seems to be deep in thought.

Oh no, please don't be thinking about my behavior.

She sighs dreamily and I experience a surge of anger, out of the blue. Am I jealous? I sit there, putting my fork and spoon down slowly. If I want to sort everything out in my mind, I shouldn't be multitasking. Even though I put a lot of thought into this matter, I still can't sort and organize my thoughts. Frustrating.