I glanced around the Great Hall. Ron was stuffing his face with the eggs and bacon; Hermione's book was propped open precariously on her pumpkin juice cup while she was and eating; and Harry's elbow was smashing his mashed potatoes and turkey together, probably thinking of the girl of his dreams.
I peeked a glance at the Slytherin's table to have one more look at Draco, but he wasn't there. I blushed furiously as Hermione poked me on the shoulder. "Hey!"
"Well, well. How's your little friends? Are they as stupid today, Jayne?"
Slowly I turned around, and was faced to smirking-hot-blonde-babe, or most know by as Ferret and Draco Malfoy. And before Harry got his elbow out of the potatoes, Ron and Hermione to notice what was happening, Draco pulled my head in and kissed me. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart," he whispered. I smiled, not caring that every Gryffindor in the room was staring dagger at me. Especially Hermione Granger.