AN: Hello this is my first Fanfiction. It is a one shot about how Hermione and Draco come to know each other in a romantic way. The title is Italian for Language of the Eyes. I hope you enjoy it and I welcome constructive criticism.

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Lingua delgi occhi

She had watched from afar for so long. They did not speak, there only communication was through stolen glances and eavesdropping.

The first time she noticed him, they were on the train ride to Hogwarts. She had been walking down the hall, absorbed in another romance novel when a solid form clashed with hers. Immediately a shiver spread through her body. He was so warm. He bent down to pick up her novel, which had fallen to the floor in the commotion. The hansom man glanced at the title before looking up and gazing into her coffee eyes with his stormy ones before they flashed back to their confident facade and a sneer covered his face. He passed the book back and shoved his way passed her.

For a moment, a frozen second in time, she had thought she had seen warmth, depth and curiosity in those silvery orbs of his. For a millisecond, the way he had looked at her had made her feel beautiful or perhaps wanted in a way she had never even once felt before.

It went on for months. They could tell things that could never be spoken. The language they had developed was silent, yet so powerful; they felt they knew one another as if they were one. He could tell when she wished not to be the book worm know it all, and let loose to be her inner child. She knew when he wanted to be a normal person without the great burdens that were carried on hid shoulders.

This was the first time they had met in agreement and he knew she had something on her mind to tell him.

So at last they were alone, under the old oak tree that grew in the forest. She grabbed both his arms while he pulled her close. She then whispered ever so softly into his ear "If I told you that I love you, would you love me back?"

He pulled away slightly, taken aback. He stood, frozen in place while the shock washed over him. For a second she thought that he did not love her, that it had all been a joke to make her look like a fool.

She looked back into his eyes and let her woes trail behind her. There was no mistaking the mutual look in their eyes. He leaned in and kissed her.