So sorry this didn't post correctly the first time! I didn't even realize it until someone private messaged me! I hope you enjoy the story, sorry for the mishap!
"Granger!" Draco Malfoy's voice boomed across the Great Hall, drawing not only Hermione's attention but the attention of just about every other person around them. Rolling her chocolate-brown eyes, she turned in her seat to glare at him as he stood up from his table across the hall. Holding a familiar, brown journal in his grasp, Draco held it up as he sauntered her way. Hermione's heart dropped instantly at the sight of it. "You left this in potions class."
The usually-poised seventh-year stood up frantically, meeting him the rest of the distance, and stammering to thank him as she reached for the journal. Draco pulled it just out of her reach and leaned in for the briefest of seconds to whisper in her ear, a smirk toying on his lips.
"Care to explain, little one?"
Hermione froze, her heart dropping for the second time, and a blush rising to her freckled cheeks. Pulling away, Draco gave her a small wink and pushed the journal into her shaking hands.
"I left a few notes in there for you, don't worry." He smiled, not in a hostile way, but as if he knew something that she didn't. Unsure of whether she should be embarrassed, or angry, Hermione quickly turned and made her way back to the table where her friends sat dumbfounded at what had just happened.
"Hermi-" Harry began but stopped when she shot a small, pleading look in his direction. She didn't want to have to explain, and she prayed that the desperation in her eyes gave enough of a hint that he wouldn't question her further.
Raising his hands as if in defense, Harry went back to his meal. The rest of their friends followed suit, leaving the girl to herself as she quickly buried the journal in her messenger bag and snapped it closed. She briefly glanced over her shoulder across the hall to see if Draco was looking her way.
He was. Intensely.
She quickly turned away, the blush on her cheeks growing deeper. Burying her face in her arms, she let out a deep sigh of frustration.
This was going to be interesting.