Hermione's POV

I woke up in a daze. I was tired and groggy, and I gasped as I saw who was lying across the room. It all came rushing back to me. The hallway, the kiss, the yelling. Had he truly meant what he said? I doubted it.

It was hard to even picture Draco Malfoy feeling anything but hate, let alone love.

He just wanted to get in my pants. It was obvious.

Though I couldn't help but look at him. He looked so different when he was sleeping. Like a baby, so child-like and innocent. It was hard to be mad at him when he was sleeping. But when he was awake...

What was I thinking when I kissed him? He just looked so sad then... he must be a really good actor.

But man, what a great kisser he was. I felt a pang of guiltiness swarm through me at yelling at him last night. Feeling guilty for Malfoy? Whats gotten into me?

I saw him move and yawn, obviously waking. I lay back down and pretended to sleep.

"Granger?" I heard him murmur. Oh, so now he's gone back to last names again. He laughed at the sight of me 'sleeping'.

He inched closer to me, but I stopped him. "If you get one inch closer, you're dead to me."

He laughed again. I wish he was sleeping. I liked him a lot better when he was snoring instead of talking.

I was halfway grateful halfway grateful halfway horrified when I heard someone turned the knob on the door. I knew I would be face to face with the whole Slytherin Quidditch team, sure it would be embarrassed to be caught in a small closet with Malfoy, but at least I could get away from him.

But I was never prepared to see Harry at the other end.