She remembers the first time she saw it, the flicker of innocence and compassion, hidden between hatred and sarcasm. She knew it wouldn't last but from that second she loved him.
She had been in the library when she saw him alone. He seemed so different without his cronies. She removed a book from the shelf to see his grey eyes looking at her. She slammed the book back in its place and heard him yelp.
He came around the shelf with a disturbing look etched into his face. He pushed her up against the wall. She would have screamed had she not seen it then. It was gone so fast, but she knew it had been there.
He pushed his lips against hers. Part of her wanted to push him away and run, but the other wanted to pull him closer. She did neither. Instead she just stood there and let him direct her.
He pulled away with a mocking smile on his face. He turned away without saying a word leaving her feeling completely confused.
That was nearly two years ago. She now sits in Potions with Harry and Ron. Their talking about something stupid and she's trying to catch glances at Draco without anyone noticing.
"Hermione?" Ron asks.
"What?" she responds, she can't believe he noticed.
"Can I borrow one of your Scarabs, I'm out," he inquires.
She almost can't hide her excitement, "Sure," she hands him one.
She looks at Draco again and he notices. He smiles, it's almost cruel. Almost. She knows she'll go to the library that night and she knows he will be there. And she will give him a piece of herself as she has done for the past two years.
A/N: Another story that has bloomed out of stress. I don't own these characters they belong to J.K. Rowling. Oh and I can't wait for the sixth book, YAY.
