A/N This is my first fic, flames will be used to keep the world warm :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters (sadly). If I did, Snape wouldn't have died :(
Hermione groaned and sat up, pushing the covers away off and stretching. Insomnia never seemed to leave her alone, and she had sat up late (again!) to read. She needed all the preparation she could get for her OWLs. Not that she needed it, according to Draco. Draco. Her mind flashed back to the previous evening. Their tentative friendship had started when they had been forced to share a common room, being Head Girl and Boy respectively.
They had shared something yesterday, alone in the Owlery. A shift had occurred in their relationship. She was not sure what it was, but she knew that their friendship had turned into the beginning of something else. She had felt it, up in the secluded tower, surrounded by the smell of owl droppings. She smiled. There was nowhere else she would rather have been yesterday. She stifled a yawn and spared a glance at the clock. She had an hour to get ready before breakfast. She felt like rolling her eyes at herself.
She hated insomnia.
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Draco Malfoy was thinking the same thing has he spread jam on his toast with the flat of his knife. Their friendship had taken a long time to get to the stage it was at now. At this point, after three years, they had gradually become each other's closest friends and confidant. They had just... clicked. They had started seeing each other as people only three years ago, and yet Draco knew he could trust her, and vice versa. Draco knew for a fact that Hermione had told him things that nobody else, not even Scarhead or Ginger, knew. He still scoffed at his not-so-humble opinion they did not deserve presence of the brilliance that was Hermione Granger. As an observer, he could tell, even if she couldn't, that they were not treating her right. It was glaringly obvious that they were just using her for grades. He was all for her just ditching them but he knew she loved them. As friends, of course. The only reason they had not met with a tragic accident yet was that they made her happy, and he wanted her to be happy.
She was beautiful when she smiled. Every time she did, he fell that much more for her, without even realizing it.
Hermione glanced over at the Slytherin table at breakfast and met the slate grey eyes of one Draco Malfoy. Her stomach did a funny dance and she shook her head at herself. She had never liked a boy before, and she wasn't planning to start now. There was not a snowball's chance in hell that he liked her back, anyway. They were just friends. Just friends and that was all.
She sucked in a breath as he shot a lopsided grin at her. If anyone saw that, he was dead. She ignored the tingly feeling she got when he did that.
Just friends.
She turned back to Ron and Harry as they began discussing their respective schedules for the day. She did not want them to suspect anything about the relationship they shared. Even though it was completely platonic, just like her friendship with her boys. She smiled at them as the discussion strayed away from school towards another predictable topic: Quidditch.
"Draco doesn't have an opinion about Quidditch, does he? He just flies really well." Hermione was surprised at her train of thought. She didn't know this little detail about him, yet she knew al his deepest, most secreted away stories. She didn't know why she trusted him so much either. Merlin, they hated each other before, yet now they trusted each other more than anybody else!