A/N: ok, for those of u who think i haven't been spending enough time describing how hermione and draco are feeling about each other (or enough time describing every detail of their make-out sessions), you can put ur worries aside, cuz i swear i will have a big dramatic christmas-themed chapter coming up very soon. i'm just leading up to it kinda slow. and thank u all so much for reviewing, u all rock!
Disclaimer: Jingle bells, Snape sure smells, Malfoy's really hot.........damn, can't think of anymore. remind me never to become a songwriter.
"I'm really worried about Hermione."
Ron had been staring absentmindedly at a beautiful blonde Ravenclaw but he jerked his head around to look at Harry and nod.
"I know what you mean. She hasn't been herself lately," he said. "It's like she's really spaced out and not paying attention to anything. Yesterday I saw her stare at the top of Snape's head all through Potions and I don't think she heard a single thing he said. It was like she wasn't even there."
Harry sighed. "Exactly. She's supposed to be our friend but I can't even remember the last time we talked about anything with her. She's been different ever since she became Head Girl and moved in with Malfoy."
Ron scowled. "Don't say it like that. You make it sound like they're living together or something. They're not a couple. They don't even like each other."
Harry looked at him pointedly and raised one eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"
"Of course I'm sure," Ron snapped irritably. "She's hated Malfoy her whole life. Why would she suddenly start to like him? He's a bloody asshole and she knows it."
Harry sighed again. "See, I'm not so sure that she does. I mean, everyone always says Malfoy can be really charming, especially with girls. What if he's convinced her that he's a good guy and she's just fallen for his act?"
"Only one problem with your theory, Sherlock." Ron said with a smirk. "This is Hermione were talking about. She's not just some blonde bimbo. She's the smartest person I know, and I would take a lot more than some slimy good boy act to make her like a Malfoy."
Harry looked over at the Entrance Hall, where he could see Hermione talking to Malfoy. He was leaning towards her as he said something and she laughed and flipped her hair. She put her hands on her hips and said something back and they both laughed. Harry could see the intimate way they were acting with each other, like they knew some secret that no one else was part of. They didn't seem to notice the people walking past them into the Hall to eat breakfast. All they saw was each other.
Harry turned back to Ron with a somber look on his face. "You willing to bet on that?"
Malfoy couldn't pay attention. Professor McGonagall was talking to the class about the difference between bewitching and hexing but all he could think about was Hermione. No matter what he did, he couldn't get her out of his head. She was like a forbidden treasure, something he wanted with all his heart but knew he could never have. He was a Malfoy and she was mudblood and nothing could ever change that, no matter how much he loved her. But he still couldn't stop thinking about her. She was so beautiful, yet fiery and fierce when she wanted to be. Yet sometimes her outer shell would crack and he would catch a glimpse of the sensitive and loving girl inside. He yearned to tear away her coat of armor and let her know that it was okay to trust him.
"Mr. Malfoy," an angry voice interrupted his thoughts. "If you would be so kind as to pay attention to the lesson."
Draco jerked his head up to look at Professor McGonagall, who was glaring at him with ill-disguised contempt. He flashed her his best smile, the one that made all the girls swoon. "Oh, but I was paying attention Professor," he said in his most charming voice. "I heard every word you said."
McGonagall was clearly unimpressed. "Oh really Mr. Malfoy. Then you wouldn't mind telling me the very important fact I just told the entire class."
Malfoy paled. "Um, the important fact?"
McGonagall smiled. "Why yes, Mr. Malfoy. You do know what I'm talking about don't you?"
Malfoy gave her a weak smile. "Um, of course I do." He looked wildly around the classroom, as if the answer would pop out at him but the rest of the class just stared back at him blankly. He turned back to McGonagall. "Uh, you just told the class that…um…hexing is forbidden?" He blushed as the class snickered. Professor McGonagall gave him a look of utter disgust. "Wrong, Mr. Malfoy. Ten points from Slytherin." The class groaned loudly but McGonagall silenced them with a wave of her hand. "Settle down students. Now, as I was saying…"
Malfoy stopped listening as McGonagall turned away from him and continued her lecture. He didn't care about any important hexing fact. All he cared about was Hermione, and now was a perfect time to show her. Christmas was only two weeks away and there would be a party on Christmas Eve for the 6th and 7th year students. The party would be the perfect time to show Hermione how much he loved her. Now he only had to figure out how.
A/N: and if u wanna know wat he does, u better keep reading my story and dont forget to review!