"Draco de La Coraco de La Coraco de La Coraco de La Coraco..." The Brown curly-haired girl leaned over the bed and buried her little face beneath the pillow of Draco Malfoy. She muttered his name over and over like a spell, and her fingers pulled the tip of his hair very gently.

Draco opened his eyes and saw her in the dim field of vision. There was something strange in the grey eyes. His hands trembled slightly, trying to cover her shaggy head.

"Malfoy?" Hermione retaliated by pulling the strand of hair in her little hand and grinding her teeth wilfully. "I can't wake you up after all that sleep!"

Something sour and hot came up. He was suffocated. His eyes were more blurred than when he first woke up. The girl in front of him seemed to be far away from himself, but at this moment he could reach. Tears were confusing his sight, his reason and his reality.

Draco felt his throat tightened, his voice striking like the hard strings of a violin, making a very dry and far-fetched sound. "Hermione, Hermione, are you here..."

"Slytherin's fool." Hermione frowned vividly, gave him a gentle kiss on his eyes, finger slipped carelessly on his face, salty tears stained his lips and moistened the chaps.

Draco stretched out his arm and hugged her across his chest, as if the next second he would realize that the sweetest treasure was just a vain imagination. Hermione huddled like a Cruke in his arms, her little head bowing obediently into his shoulder socket.

"Cheater, cheat," he murmured weakly, holding his head on her shoulder as Draco's long fingers grabbed the corner of the Gryffindor Academy robe and held it tightly. "Hermione, you're a cheat, and you don't love me."

Hermione put her hand into his pale blond hair, sniffing the cold fragrance, and her white teeth gnawed at his shirt, leaving a line of faint little wet marks.

"Draco, I love you,

Love you,

You... "

Her voice grew weaker and weaker, and Draco held her numbly until he felt his arms empty, and he came back to himself as if he had awakened from a dream, with tears rolling out of his grimaced grey eyes, as he had imagined.

Kiss my tears, OK? My, Hermione.

He fumbled confusedly, took a medicine bottle from the expensive bedside table, and shook it feebly. Damn it, no more.

Draco seemed to have lost all his strength, like a collapsing wizard chess piece, and fell back to bed, the air was cold, the quilt was cool.

It's cold. It's also a cold sleepless night.

I could never see her again, tonight.