I knew that when Viktor leaned back and smiled, that didn’t mean the end of the kiss. I knew that at that point, getting on my tiptoes and reaching around his neck to pull his face down closer to mine was not unexpected completely.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I didn’t think I could forget that one split second of eagerness outlined easily by the crinkles near his eyelids, the ever so slight dimples in his cheeks. An air of eagerness that someone as hateful as Malfoy could never fake. And when I realized that he was thinking about me when he acquired this look of satisfaction, I was stunned into silence. His gray eyes bored into mine, and I had to look down. I was getting shy because of Malfoy. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to say. I put my hands on my knees, I crossed them, I looked up in search for an answer and couldn’t find one so I looked back at Malfoy and hesitated.

 
 
 
 
 

“Hermione, it’s too late. I’ve already—“ I almost just told her my feelings for her. No, too early Draco, too early!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Every so often, Draco’s eyes and mine would meet. Sometimes it was a concealed glance, where we would look away from each other quickly so as not to be detected from our peers. Other times it was a look of irritation or boredom that we shared, a roll of the eyes, or an uninterested smirk
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I had spent the past 6 hours attempting to figure out who it was who had sent that letter, who it was that had seen me and Hermione together. I had dissected the letter, taken clues from everything I could.
 
 
 
 
 

I sat pressed up against the wall in a dark, deserted corridor, I made the decision that Draco and I couldn’t be together until long after the end of You-Know-Who’s reign.
 
 
 

Harry and Ron were stumped. They still didn’t get what I was trying to say! Ron mentioned reading books and learning jinxes and Harry was still confused, asking if I was trying to get Lupin back to teaching. Exasperated, I sighed deeply and said, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m talking about you, Harry! I’m talking about you teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts.”