Hi, everybody! (Lame first sentence.) Here's my first fanfic. I wrote it at
my friend Zelda's house in Maine. Please don't flame me!!!
:?) (My friend Paulina and me made that smiley!
Chapter One: Opposites Attract
Draco's POV
Draco Malfoy felt his stomach give an awkward squeeze as he walked towards the bars. Sitting behind the bars, his face hidden in shadows, was Draco's father.
When Lucius Malfoy had been sent to Azkaban in the early summer, he had promised Draco and his mother that he would be out in at least a week. Here it was, late August, and he was still sulking behind the crossed iron bars.
"Um, hello, Father," Draco said. (A/N: You know how sometimes you talk with a comma between every word?) He felt more discomfort with every word.
"Are you wearing Muggle clothes?" his father asked sharply.
Yeah, hi to you to Dad, Draco thought. "Mum and I both had to wear muggle clothes. We had to take the muggle bus to the harbor."
"What did you think you were doing, getting onto a vehicle packed with filthy muggles?"
"Visiting you."
"Are you talking back?! I'd thought I'd raised you well, Narcissa and I taught you not to associate with any grimy nonmagic rubbish!`
"Look where that got you!" Draco wanted to yell. He summoned all his willpower to keep his mouth shut and managed a short nod.
"Hi," Narcissa Malfoy swooped in on them, back from the lady's room. "Am I interrupting any male bonding?"
Before his father could say anything, Draco muttered about needing to use the bathroom. He dashed down the hall, past the hollow faces of the prisoners, until he was outside. He gulped in the air, trying to rid himself of everything churning inside him.
It was becoming too much. Draco had a secret, a secret that burned and consumed him from the inside out.
He was in love.
With Hermione Granger..
Hermione's POV
"I can't take it! What am I waiting for? My heart's still breaking! I miss you even more! And I can't fake it! (The way I could before) I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you! It's true! I'm stuck on you!" (A/N: I love that song.)
Hermione whirled around the room, singing along with Stacie Orrico. How could a singer she didn't even know be able to speak about the emotions that overwhelmed her?
She heard her parents open the door to their apartment over the dentist office. The Grangers, with the exception of Hermione, had all been dentists since great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother and grandfather Granger opened Granger Dentistry in 1902.
Hermione started singing along, with her own lyrics. "Every now and then, When I'm feeling foul, I've been hoping Draco would send me a nice owl, but he never does, I feel like such a.um."
"Bowel?" her mother opened the door.
"Omigod! Um.Mummy! How.nice!" Hermione tried to smile. Please don't let her have heard me, please don't let her have heard me, she prayed silently.
"Who's Draco?"
D***! she swore. "He's um, a, like, um.guy.in my, like, class.er."
"You like him?" Mrs. Granger had been extremely popular in high school, and was struggling to understand why Hermione was so.quiet.. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"Yeah," she blurted, than blushed. He was anything but.
"How nice!" her mother exclaimed. "Why is he ignoring you and not sending you.owls.?"
"He's um.on vacation.with his family.."
"How pleasant! He must visit sometime!"
Yeah, thought Hermione. Sometime.
Will Hermione's mom slip up in front of Harry and Ron? Will Draco be able to control his feelings? I used to think people who begged for reviews were pathetic, but now I am. I'll update after three reviews. Please!
Chapter One: Opposites Attract
Draco's POV
Draco Malfoy felt his stomach give an awkward squeeze as he walked towards the bars. Sitting behind the bars, his face hidden in shadows, was Draco's father.
When Lucius Malfoy had been sent to Azkaban in the early summer, he had promised Draco and his mother that he would be out in at least a week. Here it was, late August, and he was still sulking behind the crossed iron bars.
"Um, hello, Father," Draco said. (A/N: You know how sometimes you talk with a comma between every word?) He felt more discomfort with every word.
"Are you wearing Muggle clothes?" his father asked sharply.
Yeah, hi to you to Dad, Draco thought. "Mum and I both had to wear muggle clothes. We had to take the muggle bus to the harbor."
"What did you think you were doing, getting onto a vehicle packed with filthy muggles?"
"Visiting you."
"Are you talking back?! I'd thought I'd raised you well, Narcissa and I taught you not to associate with any grimy nonmagic rubbish!`
"Look where that got you!" Draco wanted to yell. He summoned all his willpower to keep his mouth shut and managed a short nod.
"Hi," Narcissa Malfoy swooped in on them, back from the lady's room. "Am I interrupting any male bonding?"
Before his father could say anything, Draco muttered about needing to use the bathroom. He dashed down the hall, past the hollow faces of the prisoners, until he was outside. He gulped in the air, trying to rid himself of everything churning inside him.
It was becoming too much. Draco had a secret, a secret that burned and consumed him from the inside out.
He was in love.
With Hermione Granger..
Hermione's POV
"I can't take it! What am I waiting for? My heart's still breaking! I miss you even more! And I can't fake it! (The way I could before) I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you! It's true! I'm stuck on you!" (A/N: I love that song.)
Hermione whirled around the room, singing along with Stacie Orrico. How could a singer she didn't even know be able to speak about the emotions that overwhelmed her?
She heard her parents open the door to their apartment over the dentist office. The Grangers, with the exception of Hermione, had all been dentists since great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother and grandfather Granger opened Granger Dentistry in 1902.
Hermione started singing along, with her own lyrics. "Every now and then, When I'm feeling foul, I've been hoping Draco would send me a nice owl, but he never does, I feel like such a.um."
"Bowel?" her mother opened the door.
"Omigod! Um.Mummy! How.nice!" Hermione tried to smile. Please don't let her have heard me, please don't let her have heard me, she prayed silently.
"Who's Draco?"
D***! she swore. "He's um, a, like, um.guy.in my, like, class.er."
"You like him?" Mrs. Granger had been extremely popular in high school, and was struggling to understand why Hermione was so.quiet.. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"Yeah," she blurted, than blushed. He was anything but.
"How nice!" her mother exclaimed. "Why is he ignoring you and not sending you.owls.?"
"He's um.on vacation.with his family.."
"How pleasant! He must visit sometime!"
Yeah, thought Hermione. Sometime.
Will Hermione's mom slip up in front of Harry and Ron? Will Draco be able to control his feelings? I used to think people who begged for reviews were pathetic, but now I am. I'll update after three reviews. Please!