Hermione and Draco are two characters with contrasting personalities. All the better, though, when we think about the phrase "opposites attract", because that statement is very much true.
This is a story about the oddest of pairings in Hogwarts. I have told it from both Hermione and Draco's point of view. Hermione's view will be in red, while Draco's will be in green. Enjoy!
Hermione
The Great Hall rang with applause. I joined the clapping, but only half-heartedly. The Sorting Hat’s song was now laced with darkness. It was my fifth year at Hogwarts, and I wanted to make the best of it. I’d already been to a good start, since I was made a prefect.
Professor McGonagall, standing stiffly and reading names off a scroll, began the sorting. My mind meandered as each new, tottering student was called up. Soon, my eyes were wandering the Great Hall. The Hufflepuffs hadn’t changed much, maybe a new haircut or two, and neither had the Ravenclaws. I noticed Hannah Abbott giggling with her friends and Cho Chang trying to catch Harry’s eye. Gryffindor seemed the same as ever also, with the Weasley twins joking around at the end of the table and Parvati and Lavender curling their eyelashes with their wands.
My eyes rested on the Slytherin table. Nope, they appeared to be the harassing, spiteful group that they usually were. Pansy looked the same, but Malfoy looked a bit different. His face was slightly more angular now, and his hair was longer. And…he was staring right back at me. A weird sensation filled my stomach; not a bad feeling, but not exactly a nice feeling either. He smirked. I glared back at him and quickly turning my attention back to the sorting hat.
Quite a few students were put into Gryffindor, and they were welcomed warmly. I don’t remember ever being that small, but perhaps I used to be. I couldn’t get Malfoy’s smirk out of my mind for the rest of the sorting, something that bothered me greatly.
Once the sorting was finished, Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat to give his yearly speech. I pushed Mafloy’s face out of my head, for the time being anyway, and focused on what our Headmaster had to say about another fantastic year at Hogwarts.
Draco
Throughout Dumbledore’s beginning-of-the-year speech, I kept glancing towards Granger. I don’t know why I was staring at a Mudblood like her, but somehow I couldn’t help it. It seemed like she had grown older this summer. She seemed different somehow.
I couldn’t rip my eyes off her daintily carved face or her brownish curls, nor could I look away from her nut-brown eyes. This behavior angered me to a great extent. I’d never admit that I stared at a Mudblood to anyone, much less Granger.
That’s why I was so taken aback when her eyes met mine. Unsure of how to react, I scowled at her; the opposite of what I felt like doing. Of course, I was used to this so it wasn’t hard to pull off. I could sense her shuddering inwardly.
I tried to ignore this, of course. Soon old man Dumbledore finished his monologue and let us starving pupils eat. I promised myself that I wouldn’t look at her anymore tonight. Beside me, Crabbe and Goyle were stuffing their faces with food. Near me was Pansy Parkinson, who would bat her eyelashes at me every time I looked in her direction (I was looking at the food in front of her, not her). I concluded that I wouldn’t meet any girl’s eye contact for the rest of the night.
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Seduction - Sa16+ 
