"Don't look at me like that." Hermione smiled innocently at Draco.

"Like what?" She asked coyly.

"Like you're about to get all lovey dovey. You know I can't stand that." She sighed, but leaned into him even more.

"I wish you would open up once in a while." He shook his head.

"I told you from the beginning that I can't do that. I just can't."

Hermione looked wistfully up at the sky. She prayed for a shooting star, she hoped every day that something inside Draco would change and he would let her in. The sky looked bleak tonight.