This is my first Dramoine fic. Yay!

I never really was a fan of Dramione, until I started reading some good fanfiction, and I'm starting to fall... fall... fall...

And I wanted to write one myself. Yay! It has a bit of faithfulness to the book (Prisoner of Azkaban). But after that, it's complete crap. Wait, no it's not. It's fanfic! And, I hope, a good one!

Rated T for slight language.

DRACO

I crave attention, and I'm well aware of it. I can't stand people not looking at me, not knowing how unattainable I am. Thankfully for me, I was born with unnatural good looks. Maybe the two factors are related. Whatever.

But, thanks to my appearance, it's odd for me not to turn female heads everywhere I step. I know they want me, despite my young age. Being thirteen and gorgeous must be a curse, but I willingly take it. I love feeling people's eyes running over me, think what they may. Somewhere in their lives, every single female at Hogwarts has laid their eyes on me, some full of longing, once again, despite our young age.

Every female, that is, except for one.

That Hermione Granger.

Yes, the Mudblood.

I tell myself that I don't care, but I am irked. Why won't she look at me? And, if she ever does, it is with disgust. No doubt Weasel and Potter have everything to do with that. And, maybe, just maybe, the fact that I constantly insult her for her heritage and filthy blood, her large front teeth, and her ugliness in general.

But so? Why does that make her completely ignore me? I'm wonderful to look at, why wouldn't she do it properly for once?

See, I'm not shallow. I'm important. And I know how important I am. She obviously doesn't. She should be kissing my feet, if it wasn't for her filthy blood that would make me recoil from it. But, she should at least want to.

Right?

Right.

So, I just have to get her attention. Make her want me, and cruelly reject her, making her feel horrible inside and worthless, like the Mudblood she is.

Yes.

Why wouldn't she want that?

…

Hmm… good point.

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HERMIONE

I can't believe Draco Malfoy tripped me up today. Why can't that evil little prat leave me alone? I don't see why he does it. Though then again, I don't see why he does anything. Though it's probably for the attention.

But, the worst part is, he seemed angry as he shouted after me!

I'm the one with the right to be angry, not that horrible little attention seeking … UGH! If I wasn't such calm person, I would have taught him a thing or two.

Why, if I ever get the chance to tread on his dignity and wipe it all over the muddy ground I certainly will. Just because I'm Hermione Granger, a teacher's pet, it doesn't mean I can't stand up for myself. Though Ron seemed delighted to do the job I would so willingly do for me.

At that moment, I had known that I am better than that. But, now, as I recollect my thoughts, I realize that he deserves whatever I can throw at him. He's made my life miserable at points, something I really could do without. Just because the pompous little brat seems to think that he's better than me.

Well, he's not. He's horrible. Thinking about him makes my stomach churn.

Gross.

OK, I'll think about something else.

But, Buckbeak's trial is nagging me now.

And, whose fault is that?

Ugh!

Well, we'll just talk to Hagrid after Care Of Magical Creatures. They can't convict Buckbeack, not with what I've researched, and with was a sweet Hippogriff he is…

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DRACO

It's not working. I tripped her up this morning. She still didn't look at me! In fact, I think I made her cry.

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The golden trio held back after class to talk to the friendly bloody giant.

I was thinking of going back up to the castle, but I remembered my mission. Granger had to look at me properly. So I could reject her and break her filthy little heart. Yes, everything seemed so obvious.

I heard words, as Crabbe, Goyle and I lingered, listening. I heard my father's name with pride, and then to my amusement, the great oaf started blubbering. How pathetic!

He hurried back to his cabin, and the three of us broke into laughter.

"Look at him blubber!" I crowed, gaining the trio's attention. Well, two of them, anyways. I frowned before continuing. "Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" I continued. Ah-hah! She looked at me! And it was a look of disgust, and hurt, but maybe, a few more seconds...

"And he's supposed to be our teacher!" I laughed.

Harry and Ron made threatening movements towards me, but I felt something else hit me before they reached us. A blinding pain in the side of my face caused me to stagger, I was humiliated. I managed to look at my attacker, and it was the Mudblood! How dare she!

Everybody else just stared, utterly confused. And then she talked at me! She directed words, at me, Draco Malfoy! If I hadn't seen her lips move, I would have not believed it

But, the most surprising of it all, was that her words actually hurt me. Me!

And then she was pointing her wand at me, the Weasel and Potter trying to stop her.

I stared at my cronies who weren't doing a thing. The shock had myself paralyzed.

"C'mon," I managed, before hurrying back up to the castle, hearing praises from her friends.

Crabbe and Goyle said nothing, they just followed me blindly.

And I gathered my thoughts.

The Mudblood had touched me.

Not to praise me, not to kiss my feet, but to hurt me.

But I didn't feel disgust… I felt exhilarated. I also felt hurt.

It was ridiculous.

And then, it came to me.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted, running my hand through my perfectly sculpted hair, probably messing it up. Crabbe and Goyle stared at me like the idiot I am.

I couldn't have feelings for a Mudblood. Why, I was just as bad a blood traitor as Weasely and his family. How could I? I scolded myself internally for even giving the slightest bit of interest in Granger, the Mudblood.

But, what if… what if I had been mistaking the wrong sort of passion… hate for… love?

"Ew, ew, ew, ew!" I said out loud, as Crabbe and Goyle continued to stare. I needed some time to think, alone. "Crabbe, Goyle. You may leave now," I said in my most father-like voice. They backed away slowly as if I was infected or something, but that could wait. I needed to think about myself, what was wrong with me?

This was terrible. What a horror. How dare I care what she thinks? I wasn't caring to break her heart, I was caring to get to her heart.

Wait.

Nah. This was ridiculous. Mother always said that I was a bit of a drama magus. I was over interpreting a feeling of disgust. Yes, that was it.

How foolish I felt.

"Ha, ha, ha!" I said, laughing to myself.

Time to make it to dinner, I thought happily.

Tell Crabbe and Goyle that it was because of my arm… yes, I could always milk that a bit more, make sure the Hippogriff just didn't get through. Just, that would annoy the Granger girl to an extreme point. Yes, that would show them.

And myself.

Though, there was nothing to show. Nothing at all. I hated her with a passion, that was hate… Yes. I hate Granger.

Wow, that seems put nicely.

But it's true.

Right?

Right.

Good.

I straightened my tie, ran my fingers through my hair, so it would stay back. I liked it like that.

Did she like it like that?

"HOLY SHIT!"

There was nothing holy about this. At all.

No, nothing was wrong. This was my brain speaking, trying to prove that something had to be done. I needed a girlfriend. I had been holding back, and now it was doing things to my brain. Thirteen was a good age, so why not? I was handsome. I had many girls that would die to be at my side.

Yes.

Many of them were much better looking than her, anyways. Though, she was better looking than Pansy - No! Draco! Stop!

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HERMIONE

It was wonderful. I said I'd do it, didn't? And I hit him! And it was amazing. Harry and Ron thought so too. I must say, I'm feeling rather proud of myself. I stood up for what and who I believed in. And, though that involved hitting someone, it doesn't matter. Because that someone was Malfoy.

And, the best part, I believe, is that I can't get in trouble for it! Malfoy would never admit that he had gotten hit by a girl. And less alone a Mudblood. Yes, I am a Mudblood. And proud.

I am the Mudblood that hit Draco Malfoy.

But, it was nothing really. It just... happened.

Who am I kidding? It was brilliant (as put by Harry and Ron). And don't I know it.

Oh, I'm sounding like a complete idiot. I hit him. That was all. My moment of glory can pass.

In fact, it's passed already.

Deep breath, and to dinner.

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DRACO

Crabbe and Goyle said nothing. They just ate. Pansy was staring at me, and Blaise was being a know-it-all.

All was fine, just like before.

See? Nothing had changed.

Except for the fact that I couldn't stop staring at the Gryffindor table. And, once my gaze was there, I stared at a head of bushy hair.

Before I realized what I was doing, Weasley caught me and did a rude hand gesture, which I returned not so politely. Then Potter turned to see, and smiled at me smugly; he was probably reliving the moment. And then, Granger turned to look at me; her smile showed an equal expression as Potter's.

I scowled at the three of them and went back to staring at my food.

"-I think that Potter'll be dead by the end of the year," Blaise was saying cooly.

"More like hope," I spat, now staring at the back of Potter's head. "He's such a lucky bastard I'll be surprised if he ever kicks the bloody bucket."

Pansy nodded at my every word, and I felt like gagging.

"Say what you will, Draco. But Sirius Black killed thirteen people with one flick of his wand."

"Those thirteen people happened to be Muggles, you idiot. And, if you're saying that Sirius Black will do anything You Know Who couldn't do, then you're having a laugh," I said. "Nothing ever happens to any of those three."

"The Mudblood got petrified," Pansy pointed out.

"True... but it's not the same as death, is it?" I didn't wish death upon the Mudblood, however. Not any more. And I couldn't be bother to argue with myself. "I'm going to bed," I mentioned lazily. Hopefully this would all clear up in the morning.

Hopefully.

So, what d'ya think? I like it. A lot. I'd read it. Will you?

Please review with all the answers :)