A few quick glances across the crowded classroom,a subtle hint of a smile, the signs were small and few but she knew.
It was easy to forget how she had genuinely despised him in first year, but now she longed for those flickering moments of eye-contact in potions.
Hermione was a torn girl; torn between friendship and teenage lust, between Harry and Ron or Draco their sworn enemy.
Around a month ago Hermione had stormed back from the Yule Ball fuming at Ron, when she ran straight into Draco they both mumbled their apologies and carried on in their opposing directions. Only seconds later Draco had turned and called to her "Are you okay.", the nicety threw her and her reply was a little to belated,"Honestly Draco? No I'm not to great.'. On he spot he thought up the most measly, cheesy joke he knew and offered it up to her. Hermione chuckled slightly and shook her head before replying "Thankyou" she felt lighter as she walked away.
Since then they had spoken a few times, no Mudblood remarks from him and no punches in the face from her, (although last years punch had felt great at the time).
Hermione's reminissing was rudley interrupted with a sharp, sarcastic comment from their sallow skinned potions master Snape informing her of the disaster brewing away in her cauldron. She would have to fetch some Wormwood to fix it, apparently however she was not alone in ruiningher potion, just as she reached for the bottle their fingers briefly brudhed eachothers "Ladies first" said Draco.
Mulling things over later in the common room Hermione exhaled a soft sigh, what would Harry say? Imagine Ron's reaction! Deep down she knew her friends mattered more.
She sighed once more, for forbidden love, for sleeping with the enemy, for the secret buried deep within her heart for all eternity...