Hermione was organizing potions for extra credit. Professor Snape was reluctant to the idea, but he allowed her to do so because she gave a good argument: The potions closet needed to be organized to function properly. So there she sat, working through the labels and taking an extensive inventory, something he didn't ask for, but she knew he'd like it if he gave her a chance.

The door opened and Malfoy peeked in. He smiled softly, looking Hermione over. Sweat was forming on her brow, but her face had a lovely glow.

"Can I help you, Draco?" Hermione asked. Draco nodded, holding up a note. He needed a healing potion to help Crabbe. Hermione looked around, quickly realizing the potion was too high for her to reach. "Do you mind helping me?" she grinned.

Draco nodded, climbing up the shelves and grabbing the potion. But on the way down, he stumbled, landing atop Hermione. Both blushed as he gently stood, smiling as he fixed his hair.

"S-s-sorry about that," he stuttered, sighing at his tongue's mixup. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, his voice a little calmer. Hermione shook her head, noticing another hair was out of place. She fixed it, making him blush again.

"I...I'm fine," she smiled, fixing herself. "If you'd like, you could help me reach the others up high, when you get finished with that delivery."

"Oh, this, right," Draco chuckled. "It can wait," he smiled, placing the potion into his pocket. "I...I...," he stuttered again, his voice failing him.

Hermione stood their patiently, her eyes kind. She never expected his soft lips to land on hers. He wasn't good yet, his lips unsure what to put pressure on or how much pressure. But the kiss was magical, sending shivers throughout her body. She kissed him back, trying to coax him to do the same, but he was too unsure of the task to kiss her back.

He pulled away, running his fingers through his hair.

"Sorry 'bout that," he said suddenly, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

"Wait, come-" Hermione called, opening the door.

She only saw the curtains of her four-poster, closed to keep herself separate from the others in her room. They were all scrambling, trying their hardest to get ready for their Monday morning classes.

"Hurry up, Hermione. You'll be late if you don't get up," a girl called. Hermione nodded, falling back into her pillows.

"It was all a dream," she sighed, closing her eyes in an attempt to call it back. "It was all a dream."