Draco returned to class after Hermione, in an attempt to flee, apparated but splinched some of her hair behind. With her hair in his hand, and his mind on her, Charms class was a disaster. In potions, though, they met again. Everyone in the class stared at Hermione's short hair. They all wondered why she cut it short. Draco also stared, but not out of wonder, but admiration. How could she look so beautiful even with her hair cut short? Hermione saw him looking, and blushed even more. Draco walked up to her.
"Hey, Hermione."
"What, Draco?"
"What, I can't say 'hey'?"
"You going to taunt me about my hair anytime soon?"
"Oh no. Merlin, definitely not. You look beautiful, Hermione."
"I-I do?"
"Of course you do."
"No. No, no, you're just teasing me."
"Hermione. I told you, I love you."
As Hermione began to talk again, Draco sighed, and kissed her for the second time.