2. Hours
It's ten now, Hermione is in Arithmacy, and time seems to be slipping. They still haven't spoken and she wonders how many more hours she can take.
Why was it that before this morning they hated each other and could hardly spend a moment's thought upon the other, and now, it was all that invaded their minds?
She wonders if he's thinking about her, too. About what happened that morning and why he seemed so different. It was hard to believe that she had actually held a conversation that resembled something of a decent sort with Malfoy.
Had she lost her mind, or had he?
By dinner she's not sure if she's evading him or vice versa or both. After all, she wouldn't put it passed her own mind to want to protect itself from excessive insanity.
So, as the twilight hours disappear into night, she made careful aim to avoid him, and made it safely into her common room where she would disappear for the night, and hope that the 24 hours of tomorrow would pass peaceably. But something nagged at her an incessant annoying feeling that said she should go to him.
It had to be her mind.
