Watching her from the shadows was nowhere near as exciting as was engaging in actual conversation with the brunette. Well, maybe not so much conversation as petty bickering that usually ended with someone hurting. Unfortunately, I think it's the both of us that are in pain. Myself because I actually don't want to do that to Hermoine, and her because of my upbringing and background I have to resort to petty name calling. From the corner of the library that I currently inhabited, I saw the brunette lift her head and catch my gaze with hers. Too late to duck back into the book that I had been reading I held her gaze. Unlike the two boys who were sitting at the table next to her, she did not glare at me or mouth threatening words. In fact, I believe that she is probably the most civil out of all the idiotic Gryffindors that inhabit this school. Being snapped out of my thoughts by the return of reality, I nodded briskly at her and didn't even bother with the two boys sitting next to her and left. There was no point for me to sit there anymore, not with the morons that she hangs out with looking as if they wanted to kill me.
However, there was an upside to being driven from the library like that. Hermione's eyes followed me but they were not hateful, merely distrustful. Could this be remedied? I think that with the influence of my father and the mission hanging over my head, this will not end well. I don't believe that she would be welcomed among the snakes and I don't even want to imagine what would happen if my father were to find out this one secret of mine. It was the last thing that was actually mine, Draco's not Malfoy's. A Malfoy would not lower himself to such riff raff, in the words of my father, the esteemed Lucious. Maybe if I could keep this one thing to myself, then maybe things would turn out alright. Just this once, I don't want to be pressured into doing something that I don't want to. Is that so much to ask? To be allowed one such freedom to the only heir? A crush is harmless. They usually lead to nothing, and that is the way I want it to stay: a crush, nothing more nothing less. I won't admit it out loud, but that's just what this is, simple infatuation.
Nothing to be worried about which it will go away over time; but if this is true, than why is it every time I see her with that poor Weasel and the Potter-That-Should-Have-Died I get a wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach? I don't want her involved in the things that I'm forced to be a part of. I don't want her to have to experience what I have to. I've seen the way she smiles, laughs and even when she's upset she could hold me in one spot, tempted to just stand and stare.