These characters belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling and I am just borrowing them so I can make this story.
Hermione couldn't stop looking at him. The silky blond hair, the big blue eyes- it was just too hard not to look every now and then. She was sitting at the Gryffindor table with Harry and Ron beside her. As Hermione quickly glanced round she had seen the gorgeous Draco give her a smile. "Why would he smile at you?" Ron spat.
"I don't know, just being friendly I suppose," Hermione said wearily.
"Draco, friendly, no way," Harry looked concerned. A sudden feeling of guilt rushed through an anxious Hermione.
"Hermione, are you ok? you look very pale," Ron said through a mouthful of porridge. Too late, she had ran away looking like she was about to throw up.
It was later on that day in the warm cosy Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron were playing wizard chess whilst a less-ill-looking Hermione was sitting in the corner reading and old tattered book. They had tried to ask her what had happened earlier but she just said it's fine, I just wasn't feeling too good. The rain was tapping on the windows and the wind was making some sort of whistling noise. It was quite late now and the fire -which was keeping them warm- was about to burn out. "I am going to bed, see you in the morning," Hermione still had a guilty conscience on her mind. She lay tossing and turning for a few hours, worrying whether she should tell them or not, until she eventually drifted off into a snoring sleep.
To be continued...