I want to give this to Hermione, but I don't know how…
Draco Malfoy strutted the halls as it was his duty as a prefect to do so. He stared at the paper within his hand, silently wishing that he could find the courage to give it to her. He couldn't believe that he still liked Hermione, because usually for him, girls were like toilet paper. Use it one short time, and put it in the trash.
I can't lose this paper though!
Bam! Crap!!! Hermione Granger had involuntarily bumped into Draco causing her to drop all of her papers. She quickly picked her papers into a pile, and looked up to see what happened to Draco.
He was sitting on the floor across from her, watching her for some reason.
"Hello?" She ended up asking it more than saying it.
He didn't seem to mind, and actually had an amused look across his face. "Hello, Granger. May I ask what on earth you are doing?"
"I'm picking up what I dropped." She replied diligently.
"I could have done it for you, you know. You wouldn't have to dirty your pretty little self, by doing such a modest task."
Hermione just stared at the man in front of her. Did Draco Malfoy just tell her that he would have willingly gone out of his way, and got his robes dirty for a muggleborn? Yes, he really did.
She mustered to finally say, "Um, thank you…" Hermione walked over to his side and leaned down.
"Are you feeling all right, Draco?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't push it." He retorted.
She smiled, and got back up, while brushing herself off.
"Good. I thought you were coming down with something. I guess I'll talk to you later, goodbye!"
She walked around the corner, not once thinking about her papers.