Hermione lay on her bed asleep. Draco stands next to it watching over her. He would never tell her that he did this every night. "She's so beautiful." He whispered to himself. Hermione snuggled deeper into her covers. Draco bent to his knee and kissed her forehead gently. He got up and turned to go. He went to his room on the other side of the Head common room.
The Next Day
Draco stretched as he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Hermione standing over him. He planted a scowl on his face. "What do you want, Granger?" He asked. She smiled. "Don't pretend, I know you like me." She said. Draco panicked, but continued his act. "Me? Like you? What would make you think that?" He said. "I wasn't completely asleep last night. How long have you watched me as I sleep?" She said raising her eyebrows at him. "Oh, that. Well, for the last month and a half, but I've always liked you. Father threatened to hurt you if I showed it, but with him in Azkaban I can show it." He told her. "I have something to tell you." She said, pulling him off the bed. "What?" He asked. "I like you too." She whispered, kissing him. He kissed her back. They stood for several minutes I each others embrace.