It was hard to shake off Crabbe and Goyle. They kept following him everywhere. If they'd known where Draco went every day, they'd be sure to blabber about it and in no time he would be in trouble with his father. Even his fellow Slytherins were getting doubtful. And that Potter and Weasley would never leave her alone-except for the library. And that's where Draco had been going. All day, every day, he'd think that everything was against them.
But when in the afternoons he'd sneak in the library and from behind the bookshelves see the bushy-haired head deep in books, he'd somehow feel everything would be alright. He longed to be noticed by her. And he thought maybe she had. He had even made up his mind to talk to her, but that Weasley had messed it up. He wished she would see him past what everyone else thought he was. Like his mother. She was the only one who knew Draco's heart. He was, really very kind but he had been forced to be something he wasn't because of fear. Fear for his father. His father despised mudbloods. And so did Draco himself. But Hermione was different. Despite everything, she was the only one who could ever have his heart. He wouldn't dare go against his father. But for Hermione, he was ready to.