Harry knew he was alone in his dorm room because everyone had gone down to supper and he had told Ron and Hermione to leave without him. Harry rummages through his messy trunk until he finds what he's looking for at the very bottom. Harry pulls out a single emerald green glove. It was the same style as his red gloves, but this glove was special. It wasn't his. It was Draco Malfoy's glove.
Harry had been walking in the corridor along one of the courtyards when he saw Draco, Crabbe and Goyle walking through the middle of the courtyard. So Harry hid he didn't want to get caught on his own by the three of them. Harry watches the three of them from his hiding place and he sees one of Draco's green gloves fall out of his pocket and into the snow. Harry walked to the middle of the courtyard when they were a safe distance away and picked up the glove. He had originally intended to return it, but then he remembered who it belonged to and the fact that he'd get laughed out of school if he tried to return it. So he shoved it deeply into his pocket and hurried to the Gryffindor dorm rooms where he could stash the glove in his trunk. Harry slips Draco's glove on over his fingers. He didn't pull it all the way on, because the fingers were shorter than his and he didn't want to stretch the glove out. Harry stares at the glove on his hand wistfully.
What do I do about this? There's no way he could feel the same or even consider giving me a chance. The way he treats me is proof enough. He does nothing but bully me and look at me as if I were gum on his shoe. If I were to tell him he'd just laugh at me and probably tell the whole school to humiliate me. Why does he act like that? Does he really hate me that much? What did I do to deserve it? I'd be happy if we could get along even if it were only for a small amount of time. I'd memorize every word we shared and treasure it forever.
"Harry?" Hermione calls making Harry jump and try to hide his gloved hand behind his back.
"I already saw the glove Harry," Hermione tells him.
"What about it? It's just a glove Uncle Vernon sent me. It was a joke. He sent me one glove that doesn't even fit," Harry laughs trying to convince Hermione as he stops trying to hide the glove.
"Harry you really shouldn't lie to me, because I always know when you're lying," Hermione says as she sits next to Harry. "I know you only get hand me downs from your Uncle that were your cousins and he's considerably larger than you. So you wouldn't be getting a glove that's too small."
"Maybe it shrunk in the wash," Harry sniffs.
"Please don't fight me on this. I know whose glove this is too," Hermione tells Harry.
"Whose is it then?" Harry asks stubbornly.
"If you have to ask then it's not yours. It belongs to a Slytherin," Hermione deduces. "It's Draco Malfoy's isn't it?"
"How did you know?" Harry asks amazed.
"I knew the minute I recognized it as a school issued Slytherin house glove, because of how you look at Draco. You stare as if entranced by him like you're trying to memorize what he looks like down to the smallest detail," Hermione says softly to Harry.
"I do?" Harry asks appalled. "Do you think he knows?"
"No. He's pretty oblivious, but you should be more careful just in case," Hermione warns him.
