The Feast.

The sorting ceremony went fast and everyone started to eat. As usual, Ron ate like he haven't eat in months. Hermione sat next to him again but didn't have the appetite.

She looked over at the Slytherin table and saw the boy with the stormy grey eyes and blonde hair. His eyes found hers and they didn't leave the brown warm eyes of hers.

She didn't want to admit it but, she found his eyes quite beautiful. And then he did it again; he smiled and winked at her. Like he did on the train! She could feel herself blushing a bit.

In the middle of everything she felt something moving on her leg under the table. Ron the bloody Weasley had his hand moving up and down on her knee.

Hermione tried to smash his hand away but he keep doin it without anyone else noticing it. But someone did notice it. Draco. His smile were gone and he looked furious.

Ron's hand were inside Hermione's thigh now and she couldn't do much about it. She didn't want the attention directed toward her.

Draco stood up from his table and shot daggers at Ron. If looks could kill he would be " Avada Kedavra" right now. " Ron stop...!" Hermione hissed. Ron and Ginny looked at them with wondering looks.

" With what, love?" Ron said easily. " Eating. You're eating like there is no tomorrow. " With that, she pushed away his hand under the table. He looked displeased, but she didn't care. Draco sat down calmly and started to eat some again. But his eyes were one the Gryffindor girl during the whole feast.