The fullness of her lips, the glint of ferocity in her eyes, her gentle rosy cheeks, the finer details had became more prominent to Draco in the last few months. She stood out to him, she was a luminescent candle in a never-ending ocean of darkness.
Since the Battle of Hogwarts Draco's life had changed, leaving him an outcast and his world became unbearable The only thing helping him get by was the thought of Hermione Granger.
After the Battle of Hogwarts most of the students, who should have moved on, decided to repeat their seventh year. Draco, among them, usually was found sat in the dark corners of the library, not that anyone ever wanted to find him. He enjoyed watching Hermione work, the way her hand moved so delicately across the parchment, the way she smiled to herself as she read and sometimes even suppressing a small giggle. The way her eyes widened with every word she read.
She occasionally glanced at Draco but then quickly looked away again as if it never happened. Nevertheless, Draco still clung to these few moments of contact.
Draco was in the library as usual, one day, actually doing some work for a change. When a friendly face appeared from nowhere and sat down on the padded, wooden chair next to him. The face belonged to none other than Hermione Granger.
She simply pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill and a book, and began to make very detailed notes (she might as well have copied the whole book!).
Draco sat silently watching, listening to her quill scratching against the rough yet delicate parchment. He listened harder and he heard the scuffle of her shoes against the floor as she swung her legs, he blocked out all the sounds around him and he could hear her breathing, soft and slow. He could her the gentle THUD, THUD, THUD of her heart.