Chapter 2

"Err excuse me." Draco smiled. She didn't have to see him to know that he was smiling. It was an evil smile that made Hermione shiver. "What is a filthy mudblood doing out this late."

Hermione didn't want to answer so she stayed sitting there quietly. Then after a bit of a wait she turned around. Choose her words carefully and then spoke…

"What do you want with me?"

Draco looked around and realised that there were still people in the Great Hall. Suddenly he grabbed Hermione's wrist.

"Come with me." He whispered softly in to her ear. "It's privet." Hermione didn't argue stood up and let him lead her out of the Hall

Once they were out of the Hall Draco still didn't think it was safe to say what he wanted to say. Where could he go? Nowhere was quiet enough. Then he dragged her to the next storage room he could find.

"Listen to me," Draco started "I have got something I've meaning to tell you however I'm not one for the soppy stuff."

Hermione didn't know what Draco was about to say. She was scared

It's wrong. I didn't show any affection towards. I've always liked someone else. Ever since I met Draco Malfoy I thought he was just scum. Why all those insults if he really likes me? What do I say? I can't cope with this. Oh what do I do? Besides what would his dad say?

Suddenly a voice broke her thoughts, a voice she knew very well. A voice she always hated whenever she heard it.

"Draco." It was professor Snape. "What are you doing?"

"So sorry about this" Draco Whispered. "Whatever I say I don't mean it, all right?" Draco changed his tone. "You filthy mudblood." Draco raised his voice even louder. "You should know better than this. Messing in other peoples privet life."

"Now, Now Draco" Draco shivered that is something his father would say.

"Yes professor."

"Let Hermione go" Draco just realised he still had her wrist in his hand. Then when he let her go she ran straight to bed. She had a lot to think about. "Draco, my office."

Hermione lay there. All she could think about was Draco of she never even could think about going to sleep.

At first I liked… and now…but…oh…

She couldn't even get a sentence straight. Then she let it all out. Rolled over so that her face was in the pillow and cried. Cried and cried. Luckily no one could here her because her sobs were muffled by her pillow.