A/N: This will be pretty OOC for Draco and Hermione's part, a bit of a warning there. Anyways, I hope you like it. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Such wonderful readers, you won't think of sue-ing me, would you?

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I Wish That You Knew

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"God knows that I'm thinking of you,

That I'm longing for you...

I wish that you knew,

What God knows."

It was a cold, winter morning and Hermione was sitting at a red velvet couch in the Head Dorm room. She was so engrossed on reading her favorite book, Hogwarts: A History that she didn't notice the Head Boy had just finished his shower and was walking towards her. With a smirk on his face, Draco Malfoy stood in front of Hermione with barely a towel covering his lower area but she paid him no mind. A bit irked, Draco glared at the brunette and kicked the couch that she was on.

"What is it, Malfoy?" Came Hermione's annoyed voice, still not noticing Draco's state. She put down the book she was reading so intently and looked at Malfoy straight in the eyes.

"You're at my side again, mudblood," Draco drawled, thinking that the girl was blind not noticing him half undressed. She should have noticed me before... maybe the mudblood's daft?

"Whatever," Hermione shrugged and sneaked a peek at Draco's upper torso. His muscles were defined, unlike Ron's that seemed abnormal for a person such as him with a small chest but big biceps and all. Harry was still a child at form though, with his small muscles and no abs or biceps at all, not to mention his boyish features. Hermione blushed when Draco's wet towel slowly slid further down to his lower hips.

Draco didn't notice this though, however, as he just walked out from the room and went to his own. Hermione let out a sigh of relief. She could finally breathe normally at last. She felt so uneasy whenever he was around, and even more unnerved when he was actually talking to her. It all started in their fifth year, both Hermione and Draco were prefects and were both quite civil at that time. The others were curious as to why the hate started to evaporate but no one questioned the two. They even started to hang out whenever they had the chance, especially in their nightly rounds. But everything changed at the end of the year, Draco became cold towards her after she accepted Ron's proposal to be his girlfriend. Of course, the Gryffindors were ecstatic when they heard the news but as for the lone Slytherin? He had just humiliated her in front of everyone.

She sighed. She knew nothing about what goes on in the Slytherin's head but she knew one thing that moment, he was jealous. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the cold, heartless Slytherin prince was jealous. She smiled at the thought.

Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Sex God, was jealous of Ron Weasley.

She had overheard a conversation once when she was doing her rounds on the next night. Blaise Zabini, an Italian Slytherin with black tresses and blue eyes, was talking to Milicent Bulstrode, another Slytherin about the night before. Hermione heard that Blaise had talked to Draco about the occurence that happened. Draco had only told him four words that made Hermione's heart skip a beat.

"I fell for her."

He actually fell for the mudblood in his eyes. The buck-teethed, bushy haired, know-it-all Granger. Hermione leaped on her feet and actually flew towards the Gryffindor Dorm as she heard enough. Draco Malfoy fell in love with her. Tears of joy started to flow from her eyes, making it difficult for her to see her surroundings but she didn't care. Only one thing came into mind as she plopped down on the soft mattress of her bed.

"If only he knew that I feel the same way too..."

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End Note: I believe that I have just gone insane, I made another story when I haven't finished yet the others. Oh well. Please review. I will only update when I get enough response. I'm getting addicted with reviews, which is good, right? Cheers.