Hermione was feeling good that day. Sure, she had just told Ginny her deepest and darkest secret, which was incredibly embarrassing, but she still felt surprisingly happy. Somehow, she knew something good would happen to her that day, but maybe it was just her excitement for her Charms class later on.

As Hermione was wandering round the corner, she was humming and being unusually unobservant of her surroundings, which is probably why she crashed into him as she turned the corner.

"Look where you're going, Granger." Malfoy said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"Oh…umm yeah…sorry…" was all Hermione could stutter out. She was just staring into Malfoy's eyes, getting lost in the dreamy swirls of grey.

Draco Malfoy was her secret. Over the past few weeks she had found herself being strangely and disgustingly attracted to him. Ginny had been surprisingly supportive, but that was only because she was attracted to another Slytherin who was in her year. Of course, Ginny didn't tell Hermione that, she simply didn't need to know at that moment.

"Granger, do you want a picture of my devilishly handsome good looks? If not, will you finally stop gawking and get out of my way."

Hermione simply stepped to the side and let him through, lowering her head and hiding in her hair so that he wouldn't see her blushing. Why, Hermione thought to herself, out of all the boys at school, why do I have to like Draco Malfoy.

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"HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER!"

Hermione had just stepped into the common room, after receiving a daunting essay from Snape, the potions master, and was greeted by a beetroot-red Ron. Well, he was obviously angry, with her.

"HERMIONE HOW CAN YOU LIKE THAT FILTHY SLUG! HE'S BEEN MEAN TO US AND ALWAYS GREETS YOU WITH 'MUDBLOOD'! WE NEED ANSWERS!"

Luckily for Hermione, no one else was in the common room, or the dorms, so they wouldn't come and see what all the screaming and shouting was about.

"Well, for reasons beyond my knowledge, I have felt strangely attracted to him over the past few weeks. Now if you excuse me, I have a potions essay to finish."

Hermione started to make her way up to her dorm room, but Ron stopped her.

"Hermione, why do you like him?"

"Ronald I don't know. I can't exactly control who I like, can i? But even if I do like him, I can't exactly do anything about it because one, he'd mock me for the rest of my school life at Hogwarts, and two, he doesn't like me back! So, you can stop crying about it, because nothing is going to happen!"

Ron and Harry both just looked at Hermione. Neither could think of anything to say back. Ron was trying to think of another valid reason to be angry at Hermione, while Harry was trying to come up with an apology good enough for her. When Ron couldn't think of reasons to be angry, he stormed upstairs to the boy's dorm room and slammed the door. Harry shook his head and spoke to Hermione.

"Look, Hermione, I'm sorry me and Ron over-reacted. We just both hate Malfoy so much, that we assumed you would as well. Plus, he's nicer than you than he is to me and Ron. I guess you can't really control who you like, so if you're going to like him, then it's up to you, not me and Ron."

Hermione looked him in the eye and smiled. Harry hated getting all soppy, so it was quite funny watching him awkwardly say that.

"Thank you, Harry. Can you just tell Ronald that I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys first. And whenever he's ready to apologize, I'll forgive him."

And with that, Hermione happily went up to the girl's dorm and got to work on her potions essay.