I'm not sure what this is. Just a snippet, I guess. A before-something. Or maybe the end in and of itself. First part is Hermione's, second part is Draco's.
Always so sure of yourself. That's the first thing I think, when I look at you. Not because of your sneer, though you'd think that, but because of that cocky grin you never wear. Well, almost never. I'm not a stalker. I just...like something about you, and notice things. Your hair is natural and human, though nobody believes it. I know most of the hair-related spells that can be performed without Dark Magic. I know. Your eyes are grey, but hardly bland. You smile sometimes when you're lost in thought. I don't think even Pansy knows that. I don't think even you know that. You're a good Quidditch player, but your heart's not in the game. That's why you lose. And you hate to lose. Money doesn't really matter to you, you just like having the best. Is Pansy the best? You don't think so. She's a nice girl and a good friend, but not an ideal girlfriend. I think Harry disagrees. He's much worse at hiding his thoughts than you are. But I know what you feel most of the time, and I can guess most of your thoughts.
I just have to know everything, don't I? Little Miss Know-It-All.
You've got a pretty face, but not that pretty, so I don't know why I keep seeing you everywhere. Well, we do go to the same school, but I can pick you out from a crowd without trying and I don't know why. I don't know how I think of you as a romantic, when you give every appearance of a straitlaced cold intellectual, and that's putting it mildly. Remember the mystery admirer you think was Weasley? The one that sent you white irises on your birthday, because you love them? I don't know what you did with them, but I hope you threw them away if you thought they were from Weasley. I don't know what romance you're hoping for, either. Do you want someone like Potter? For a Slytherin, I'm really fucking bad at this understanding girls thing. Pansy's one of my best friends, but even she says I know nothing. I don't know what you want, but I think it has something to do with love. I don't know love.
And I don't know why I care so much.