The next few days were strange. Whenever Hope saw Draco Malfoy, it seemed like he was looking her way. Not in a weird pervert kind of way, in a nice sort of gentle way. She'd never seen that side of him. It was only a matter of time though, before Harry or someone noticed.

They had Potions last lesson on Monday. Hope had walked to the lesson with Hermione, and sat on a table with her, Harry and Ron. Straight across the room, directly in her line of vision, sat Draco. He smirked at her when she sat down. Typical.

As the lesson continued, Snape repeatedly asked questions, to which Hermione repeatedly answered. Eventually, when Hope thought the lesson could get no worse, this happened.

'Miss Healey,' Snape said suddenly, turning away from the board.

'Yes, sir?'

'Go to the store cupboard. Fetch some more ingredients, as you seem to be doing very little towards your own potion, maybe you could assist your peers,' He glanced around the room. 'Mr Malfoy, if you could do the same.' He snapped back to the board and continued writing.

Reluctantly, Hope got up from the bench and left the classroom, closely followed by Draco.

'Hey! Hope!' he called after her. She stopped walking and allowed him to catch her up.

He grinned at her. 'Hey.' He repeated.

'Hi.' She replied flatly.

'What's up with you?' He asked, still abnormally happy.

She shrugged. 'Could ask you the same thing.'

'What do you mean?'

She thought about how to phrase it… but not for long. 'You don't speak to me. That's about it. You've got friends, why are you talking to me all of a sudden?'

He looked slightly hurt, which actually, made Hope sort of smile inside. 'So I can't talk to you?'

'I'm not saying that,' Hope replied calmly. 'I'm just saying, that you just usually don't bother.'

He paused for a moment. 'Does that mean you'd rather I didn't?'

She smiled back at him. 'That means you'll have to work it out for yourself.' Hope picked up the ingredients their table needed and walked back down the corridor. Draco smiled to himself, she was definitely flirting with him.

'How fun was that?' Ron asked her sarcastically when she set the ingredients back down on the table. She grinned back in response. He didn't know the half of it.

After Potions, Hope told her friends she'd got homework to do (a complete lie) and made her way down to the library. She didn't have anything to do, she was going out on a limb in the hope that maybe, a certain someone would be there.

She sat down at a desk at the back of the library and got out a book she'd already read at least once. It wasn't long before someone pulled out the chair next to her. She knew who it was and put her feet on the chair and grinned up at him.

'Seat's taken.' She smiled. Draco smirked back at her.

'Don't think I won't move your legs myself.' He grinned at her. Her confidence got the better of her and she didn't move. He kept his word and gently pushed her legs off the chair. She simply smiled back at him as he sat down.

'Alright?' He asked her, a better and more normal start to their conversation.

'Yeah,' Hope sighed. 'And yourself?'

'Okay,' He replied. 'God, that was boring.'

'I know, right?' Hope grinned back at him. She'd never known he was like this. He shouldn't be like this. Draco Malfoy was supposed to be mean, sly and manipulative. He wasn't supposed to be in anyway fun, kind or charming!

'What?' he said suddenly. Hope snapped out of her daze and stared back at him. 'You're staring,' He laughed. 'What are you thinking about?'

'Just you.'

'I'm sorry?'

She laughed. 'I meant; you're not supposed to be like you are. I'm not supposed to find you fun, or vaguely interesting.' She told him honestly.

'Really?' he smiled at her. 'And I'm not supposed to find you funny, or quite pretty.' He added in the same tone. Hope felt herself blush.

'Right…'