A/N: Hello, reader! I had this Dramione threeshot stuck in my mind and I wanted to get it written out. I'm happily motivated to keep writing at the moment. Leave reviews if you're so inclined!

Draco hurriedly climbed up the enchanted castle's wide staircase alongside the large group of excited Hogwarts first years. Like his newfound peers, Draco was eager to enter the great hall and be sorted to his destined house – for which there was no doubt would be Slytherin if he or his father had anything to say about it. He would not even toy with the idea of his being sorted otherwise.

As he tried to listen to the old witch's speech of school rules and instructions, Draco's attention kept veering towards the large bush of brown hair attached to the head of the overeager student up at the front of the group. The girl seemed to be hanging at every word McGonagall was saying as if the whole concept of their world was new to her.

With the way she looks, no doubt she is a – what did father call them… a mudblood.

As Draco continued to be distracted by the chaotic nest of hair, a sneer settled on his face. This hair was unlike anything he had ever seen in his eleven years of life. It was nothing in comparison to the deliberately and elaborately coiffed hair his dignified mother always sported, even in their own home. It was insane compared to the short, straight cut other girls like Pansy had. Draco himself always made sure to keep his hair tidy and slicked back as his father had always shown him to do. It confused him why anyone would decide to leave their home without grooming themselves properly.

To see a head of curly and frizzy hair like that not only baffled the boy but shook his whole system. He could feel the resentment building up inside him towards the girl he never even met.

Within their first year of Hogwarts, Draco had come to learn some more about the frizzy haired Gryffindor named Hermione Granger.

As she was no doubt a mudblood, Draco was surprised to constantly see her tiny hand shooting out of her brown curtain of hair in every class they shared to answer all the teachers' questions. Unlike the pair of knuckleheads she spent her time with, Hermione was very studious. Draco lost count of the amount of times he noticed her mountain of hair ascending behind the cover of a heavy tome she was engrossed in while sitting in the library.

By the end of the school year he seemed unable to escape the mention of her name. All the teachers sang her praises and all students marveled at her high scores. By the night of the final Hogwarts feast, Draco was tired of hearing everyone's gossip about how Harry Potter and his two Gryffindor pals mysteriously escaped the clutches of evil. As Dumbledore announced Slytherin the winners of that year's House Cup, Draco couldn't help but glance over at the heroic trio and gloat over their loss. For a moment's time he felt he had finally gotten the upper hand.

The thrill Draco and his fellow Slytherins momentarily felt was all too quickly expunged by Dumbledore's quick retallying of House points that coincidentally skyrocketed the Gryffindors from their measly last place position to become the downright winners of the House Cup. Draco and stared in shock and aggravation at the celebrating idiots. Even with all their boisterous frenzy, his eyes were stuck on the irritating girl. He remembered how silly Granger's hair looked sticking under the small witch hat she adorned, making her look more like an old broomstick than usual.

Draco had hoped that having time away from Hogwarts the summer before his second year would help him forget about Granger's wild nest of hair and focus more on beating her academically. His father was not happy to hear that he had been beaten in every subject simply by a mudblood. Draco was determined to not allow Hermione Granger, or her rabid curls, to distract him any further.

Try as he might, he was seemingly not destined to prevail. Upon arriving at Flourish and Blotts at the end of the summer to be strategically introduced to his new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher by his father, Draco's attention was immediately diverted by the presence of the bushy-haired girl and her red-haired posse.

He decided to surprise the group and berate them for his own amusement. Draco could sense his father walking towards them and felt an unusual nervousness settle in the pit of his stomach as he turned to address the brunette of the pack.

"And this must be Miss Granger…" Lucius Malfoy looked towards his son for confirmation. "Yes, Draco's told me all about you… and your parents. Muggleborns, are they not?" He asked condescendingly.

By the stern look on Granger's face, Draco could tell she would not back down to his father's patronizing speeches and snooty remarks. On the contrary, her hair seemed to frizz up the more perturbed she became. Draco silently admired the headstrong girl for being able to stand up to his father in a way he himself had never been able to do.

I guess I can't ignore her after all…

Draco had decided a long time ago to take all the chances he can in life to gloat over Potter and the insufferable Gryffindors. So when his father sent him and all the Slytherin quidditch team the newest model of Nimbus brooms, Draco was ecstatic to show them off, as well as his position as the new Slytherin seeker. It was all going swimmingly…until Granger decided to ruin his moment.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They made it in on pure talent."

The instant embarrassment Draco felt in front of his team and rivals quickly transformed into pure anger towards the insolent girl.

"No one asked for your opinion…you filthy little mudblood." Having stared right at her face when saying this, Draco saw her immediate reaction to the slur. There was a flash of hurt and confusion in her eyes that was quickly replaced with anger that set her hair on the fritz – just as he had seen in response to his father in the past.

As the trio quickly ran away from the laughing crowd of students to save their red-haired friend from sluggish peril, Draco decided he liked seeing Granger's fury. He found that the emotion made her look even more the part of a feral Gryffindor lion than her unkempt mane usually did. He was determined to see her in such a state again and again, and that he was just the person to make it happen.

Draco continued to torment Hermione well into the next school year. He constantly berated her with slurs and offered unwanted comments about her frazzled appearance – all in hopes of awakening that fire in her eyes that was channelled directly to her electrifying hair, which was often the outcome.

Even when Hermione attempted to take the moral high ground and ignore his persistent jabs at her, Draco continued with his harassment. It was similar to his behaviour as a toddler when he would throw things and pull at the clothes of his nannies to get their full, undivided attention.

What Draco failed to realize was that everyone had their tipping point. For Hermione, Malfoy's immature chiding went much too far when it involved the maltreatment of magical creatures. Before he knew how to respond in his state of shock, Draco found himself at the end of Hermione's powerful wand, waiting for a wailing of some sort.

"You foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach!" Draco closed his eyes in preparation of whatever jinx she was about to throw his way. He could hear Weasley's protests in the distance and felt her aggressive stance loosen. He opened his eyes to peer a glance at the witch's face, wanting to see the anger in her face that was a personal trophy to him.

Instead all he suddenly saw a felt was Hermione's fist landing squarely at the centre of his face, reducing him to a blubbering, bloody mess.

The next time he opened his eyes as much as he physically could in his current state, he saw a cocky, self-satisfied smirk plastered on her face and reflecting in her eyes; the exhilarated blush adorning her cheeks and windswept curls surrounding her head captured Draco in a new sense.

As he ran from the scene, vowing to never speak of this moment to any of his fellow students nor his father, Draco knew he would not be able to get this vision of Hermione out of his mind.