Ok hope every one likes its my first one so please be nice and tell me if I am just waisting my time!!

Draco Malfoy, also known as the Slytherin prince was sitting down in the dark green chair that since first year he had named his. Like all of his fellow slythenin's when he named some thing his he would do everyting in his power to keep it, but unlike his fellow students there was no need.

He was a Malfoy and secretly he feared that it would be the death of him.

But then it happened. She happened. Much to his own surprise Draco had come to see that having everything given to you was just too easy. He wanted some thing that he would have to work for, he wanted some thing that would give him a meaning. Some thing no one else could have.

He wanted her.

She was a mud blood, filth, dirt, nothing to some one like him. Nothing. But he wanted her. He even needed her.

"Drakiekins" Pansy Parkins waved her hand in front of her face and sat on the arm of his chair.

"Honestly darling people are going to start to think that you are trying to ignore me or some thing"

He scowled at her, he had (unsuccessfully) been ignoring her but she always found away to find him.

Then again it was his own fault he should have known better then to hide from another Slytherin in the Slytherin common room.

He allowed her to carry on sitting there but he did not reply to what she was saying in fact he was not really listening to her at all. His thought and maybe even his whole mind was set on a certain bushy, brown haired Gryffindor.

Hermione's P.O.V

Hermione Granger the started witch of her age was in a word confused. She looked at the letter once more and reread the smart writing:

Dear Hermione,

I do not think that any one has ever stopped you and told you just how beautiful you are . Has any one ever told you that they love you above all others? Believe me my darling that I feel some thing for you that I never have another. I love you and I will always watch out for you even when you think that I am not.

Yours always,

"what you looking at Hermione?" She looked up at Harry who was playing chest with Ron and she sighed

"Nothing really, just some homework that's all"

He nodded and carried on. They where in there fifth year and nothing had really happened. Every year some thing would come up, some thing would happen that they would have to over come but this year, nothing. No deaths. No sigh of Voldemort. No death Eaters. It was really kind of boring.

She looked down at the note. Maybe some thing would happen this year. She just had a feeling that she was going to have to wait and find out.

I know its bad but please R&R you would so make my day.

Disclaimer : I do not own any thing to do with Harry Potter.