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Ello! I'm Daffy and these will be my first 100 drabbles. I'm currently working on the Fifty Ficlet challenge, but I also decided to tackle 100 drabbles. So here goes nothing! Hope you enjoy these Dramione moments.

1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room 16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House elf 25. Sorting Hat 26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensieve 30. Feast 31. Dress robes 32. Common room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood 36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell 41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Anglia 45. Torch 46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49. Yule Ball 50. Boggart 51. Act 52. Bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg on 56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke 61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze 66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70. Teem 71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. X-tinguish 75. Yodel 76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. Author's choice 79. Author's choice 80. Author's choice 81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish 86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. sweet tooth 89. Past 90. present 91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball 96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework

"Allergic? To what?" "TO YOU!"
{Allergic}

"Hey Granger.”

“Go away Malfoy,” said Hermione, annoyed as she walked down the hall, sniffing. She was sooooo not crying because of what Malfoy said. Why should she care? It was a typical Draco Malfoy. Exactly…. why should she care? She wouldn’t… she didn’t.

Draco, noticing her sniffles, smirked. “Are you crying because of me, Granger?”

Hermione shook her head, angry at herself for letting him see her emotions. “NO! Allergies.”

“Allergic? To what?”

“TO YOU! Now GO AWAY!” she shrieked as she stomped off to Gryffindor Tower.

Draco crossed his arms, watching her go. “She is sooooo into me.”

Draco's 'Smooth' Move
{Quidditch}

Hermione picked up her books and headed down the stands and onto the Quidditch field where Harry and Ron were. Smiling as she attempted to make her way over, she was intercepted by the infamous Draco Malfoy.

“Hey Hermione. Did you see that smooth move of mine?” he asked, grinning.

Rolling her eyes, she replied, “Draco. Anything that you do can’t possibly concern me. Nor is anything that do smooth.”

“Hey now… you know it was smooth.”

“All I know is that I’m gonna hex you if you don’t get off the Quidditch field and leave me alone.”

An Example
{Dare}

“Do the dare, Granger.”

“No. Now leave me alone,” said a flustered Hermione, as she stomped her way through the hallway, followed by a sneering Draco.

“Do it! Do it! Are you scared?” he said, tauntingly.

Rolling her eyes, she snorted. “Of course not. It’s a stupid dare. It’s like me daring you to kiss me, which is absolutely pre-” But Hermione was cut short by the contact Draco made with his lips.

Eyes wide open and shocked, she pushed Draco away. “Idiot! I was using it as an example!”

“Oops.” But his face showed that it was no mistake.

Famous Trademarks
{Zap}

Big breath. And now he waits. Draco stood behind a corner and waited until he saw some bushy hair walking by. AH-HA! “IZAPYOU!” he yelled out triumphantly and poked the figure on the arm. Muahahaha.

“Ow!” the girl shrieked and turned around to glare at him. Oh no. The DEATH glare. It was highly famous and the only one known to produce such a glare would be Miss Hermione Granger.

“What was that for?!”

“Nothing. You’re preeettyy.”

She rolls her eyes. That’s famous too. Draco loved to see her famous trademarks.

“Malfoy. You’re an idiot.”

“I’m YOUR idiot, though.”

Secretive Smiles
{Hogmeade}

“Say Granger…”

“Say… Shut up.” Feisty. Draco liked it. He smirked as he sat up from his lying position to look at the girl sitting on the bench, with her nose in a book. Like always.

He then continued. “Do you wanna… you know?” Waggle the eyebrows. Girls love it. Though Granger was no ordinary girl.

“Just spit it out, Malfoy,” she said, sighing and looked at him.

“You and me. Hogsmeade.” Wink wink.

“In your dreams.” Hermione then got up and headed towards the castle.

“That’s a yes then!”

The girl rolled her eyes and smiled to herself, secretly.

So Close... Yet... So Far Away
{Telescope}

“Granger. Stop moving.”

Hermione looked over at Draco with an annoyed look of course. That prat always followed her around. What a pest. And now he was carrying a wacky telescope around with him.

“I’m trying to get a good look of you. Stop moving around.”

Sigh. What. An. Idiot.

“You can’t use a telescope to look at something that’s five feet away from you, you idiot. Telescopes are meant to look at faraway objects,” Hermione reasoned.

Draco just smiled. “Which is exactly why I need a telescope! So close… yet… so far away.” How true those words were.

Backfire
{Leprechaun}

“Malfoy. You look like an idiot. No. Scratch that. You ARE one.”

“Oh… but Granger. I’m a Leprechaun. Not an idiot.” That smirky grin of his. How much Hermione secretly liked it, but she would never admit it. No. Absolutely not.

She rolled her eyes. “Draco. Stupid.”

GASP.

“You called me Draco?! You’re in love with me!”

“WHAAAAATT?! I am NOT!”

“Yes you areee! You love me and you know it. You only call me ‘Draco’ when you feel dazed by my charming ways.” Snoooorrt.

“Sorry. I don’t like Leprechauns. I only like idiots. And you’re a Leprechaun.” TA. Backfire.

Gryffindor. Gryffindor. WAIT.
{Sorting Hat}

“Gryffindor!”

No. Why? The small greasy haired boy could feel the bottom lip puckering. He pouted as his grey eyes followed the bushy brown hair move left to right as it made its way to the Gryffindor table.

He felt a nudge behind him, realizing that his name had been called. Impossible. ‘M’ was far away from 'G'.

He made his way to the stool and sat down, waiting patiently as the scary old lady set the hat on his head. Gryffindor. Gryffindor. WAIT.

O__________________________o

Eyes widened slightly. I mean. Slytherin. Slytherin. Slytherin.

He felt the hat smirk. “SLYTHERIN!”

She Likes His Nose!
{Dress Robes}

Draco sat in a chair, glaring at the dress robes that were way too long for him. His eyes landed on HER. Here was his chance to dance with her.

“Granger.”

At the sound of her name, Hermione turned, her face turning into one of annoyance. “What do you want Malfoy? Can’t you stop bothering me for at least five minutes?”

“I just wanted to say-” He stepped towards her and on the bottom of his dress robes, falling on top of her.

“ACK! Get off!”

“I - I think you look beautiful.”

Blink blink.

“I… like your nose.”

♥ This is for mah Maxschehhh cuz' she's awesome and I love heerrr.

Lover's Spat
{Fight}

“MALFOY!”

“I think she found out.”

“No REALLY? Thanks Crabbe.” In moments, the “Golden Trio” rushed down towards them.

“Well hello Granger.”

Hermione however, didn’t care for formalities. “Hand it over!”

“Hand what over?” Draco asked innocently.

“You know exactly what,” she snapped, her face fuming red.

Did he? “You mean… my heart? I thought I already gave it to you.” At this, the girl flushed into a brighter shade of red. Nothing’s better than a lover’s spat.

Giggle. “Noooooo… my diary.”

“But I like reading your love letters to me.”

SMACK. Best to just give girls what they want.

♥ Dedicated to Raven and Amanda for their coolness and evilness.

OHMERLIN!
{Pajamas}

It was a normal day. Sunny. So sunny that Hermione was woken up by the sun’s rays shining through the curtains. She made her way to the Great Hall, forgetting one very important thing. And it was only until she walked past the Slytherin table did she find out what.

Smirk. “Nice puppy pajamas Granger.”

Confused at what Draco said, the girl glanced down at her buddy.

OHMERLIN!

Her jaw dropped in utter horror.

“You should wear pink more often. You look pretty.”

Her cheeks gradually began to match her pajamas. Oh Merlin indeed.

Foolish Boys
{Depression}

“What’s the matter Granger?”

Just wonderful. Hermione made a face as she sensed Draco approaching her where she sat under a tree. Exactly what she needed to make this day a great day. He honestly couldn’t keep away from her, could he?

“Well all was well until you came along. Now I’m depressed.”

At this Draco raised an eyebrow to. Then something made him grin that mischievous smile of his. “I know what could make you feel better.”

HA. “Oh really, Malfoy? And what would that be?”

“A kiss from me.”

“Well that’d be fantastic.”

“REALLY?”

“UH... NO!” Foolish boys.

Two Pairs
{Socks}

After much contemplation and preparation, Draco was ready to give Hermione her birthday present. He would win her over for sure. All the Malfoy men were pros at wooing women. So… it was in his blood, right?

Draco found himself hovering over Hermione’s shoulder as she read at a study table. “What do you want?”

“Hey… just came to give you your present. Happy Birthday.”

Hermione’s face softened and she smiled. “Thank you Draco. I’m sure they’ll be loads better than the wooly socks my aunt gave me.”

… Whoops… At least she’ll have two pairs!

♥ For Caaatt. Thanks for putting up with me. ;P