Trick or Treat

"Hi." Draco muttered, glancing at Hermione's scarlet blushing face. "Can I sit beside you?"

Hermione was appalled by the question. She nodded, glancing suspiciously at him.

Draco settled beside her, oblivious to the thoughts now racing through her mind. Hermione's heart was palpitating. Perhaps he likes me. Oh no! Ron will kill me if he sees me now! Maybe he just wants to sit here… Hermione's thoughts trailed.

Draco inched slightly closer to her, bent down and started on his Transfiguration homework. Hermione glanced briefly at his sleek, white blond hair. A rush of affection warmed her heart quickly, something she had never felt when she was with Ron. Hermione leaned forward and scribbled on, trying to avoid Draco as much as possible.

However hard she tried to keep her mind only on her work, she had an irresistible urge to gaze at his frame. She turned her head slightly and with much surprise, found him peering at her as well. His light grey eyes stared into her warm brown ones.

Hermione whipped her head back quickly, her heart beating. He likes me! She thought ecstatically to herself. She leaned over her work, a grin creeping onto her flushed face.

XXX

A scraping of chair sounded next to her. Alarmed, she watched as Draco collected his work, piled it in his arms and turned to set off.

"Bye!" he called out.

Hermione's heart leapt again.

To her utter astonishment, Draco leaned close and placed a cold hand on her back. Hermione gasped, catching a whiff of expensive cologne from Draco.

"Oh. And you spelled 'conference' wrong." Draco breathed.

He turned and left.

XXX

Strangely, laughter followed Hermione all the way till she reached the common room. Where Draco had touched her was still tingling with electricity. She touched that spot. Shocked, she peeled off a slip there.

It read, "I am a buck-toothed-beaver."