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Malfoy quickly adverted his gaze from Hermione and entered the conversation that was going on around him although he had absolutely no idea what it was about.

'Had Granger saw him stairing?' he wondered, and assured him self she hadn't. it didn't matter, he didn't want her, and even if he did, he couldn't have her.

'why was Malfoy just stairing at me?' Hermione wondered as Harry and Ron talked about the wedding, having it in the desert's of Africa where Charlie, Ron's older brother had sent them pictures of his work with Dragon's. Hermione let the two go on fantaczing, she hadn't really talked about the wedding at all, she was having trouble picturing it. she could see her self in a beautiful white dress, standing in front of people in a white gazebo that had roses wrapped around it, a fountain going off just behind them, being happier than she thought possible. But every time she tried to picture Harry standing in a Tux, placing a wedding band on her finger, she couldn't see his face. She couldn't see anyones face. She wondered if this was a sign saying it wasn't right, weren't brides-to-be normal extatic when their boyfriends proposed to him and got cold-feet closer to the wedding? Shouldn't she be able to picture Harry standing there saying 'I do?' then why couldn't she.

She tried to push these thoughts out of her head, but Harry kept bringing up, he was like a child in a candy store just at the thought of spending the rest of his life with Hermione. How could she dare to even hint she wasn't sure of her descion, it would destroy him, and she couldn't have him crashing now, she needed him, the world needed him. This was the reason she had said yes to Harry a week ago, and it was the same reason why she was doubting now. Sitting there at lunch though, she tried to push the thoughts away, so she had tried to change the subject in her mind and look around for something to think about, and she had found that something to change subjects, Malfoy's gaze. He had looked away before she was positive he was looking at her, but she was sure he had, why?

She had been living with him for a week, well sharing a common room and a bathroom, and even then he didn't even regard her, only to tease and start an argument. He never staired at her though, so why was he now? She began to think she was over thinking things just because she didn't want to think about the wedding, even though it was after the war, which really no one knew when it would exactly take place, she couldn't think about it.

"While you boys find Romainia to be a splendid place for a wedding, I'm sure Hermione has her input too," Ginny said taking a sip of her pumkin jucie.

"yeah 'Mione, you are the bride to be, aren't you supposed to have been planning this stuff since you were five?" Ron joked, but only he and Harry found it funny.

"unlike most girls, Ronald, I was too busy reading books at five to plan my wedding," she retorted, but she was lieing. She had been planning her wedding since she was five, it would be more of a muggle wedding, only because she had always dreamed of one.

"I always said you were unusual," Ron replied rolling his eyes.

"now you're starting to sound like Malfoy," Hermione replied which made Ron shut up immediately. Malfoy was his sworn mortal enemy, he was to all of them, the name was just repulsive. As the guys moved onto other conversation topics, Hermione sat there her chin resting on her hand. She looked towards Malfoy again, this time she would stare.

At the moment, he had his infamous smirk on his face, and he was laughing at something someone said. she watched his motions as he ate and talked. Almost every girl in the whole school wanted to be her, she was the only one who shared a common room and a bathroom with him. They hadn't had any close encounters yet with the bathroom they shared, but Hermione was just waiting for one to occur. She had to admit to her self that Malfoy was attractive, she found it hard to think that, but his angular face and platinum blonde hair gave him an almost endering appearnce. What Hermione found most attractive about Malfoy's face though, was his eyes. his stormed colored eyes that she swore gave away his deepest emotions. They were an enchanting silver color, that could scare a man to death, but Hermione knew just as much as they could scare, they could love. She laughed when she thought this.

'Malfoy, love? What am I thinking, that boy can't love, he's encapable of it. he wouldn't know what love was if it hit him in the face, kind of like Voldemort,' Hermione thought and couldn't help hide a smile that appered on her face at this remark she had remained to her self. Maybe Voldemort and Malfoy were more alike than she thought, or atleast cared too.

Just as she smiled though, Malfoy who had been acting as if he was in the conversation with his immediate table look back over to Hermione, only this time to find her stairing at him and smiling. As soon as she realized they had made eye contact she quickly turned away, his stormy eyes piercing her soul. She had been right, Malfoy was completely incapable of love.

Malfoy watched what Hermione's next actions were.

'why was mudblood stairing at me?' he wondered to himself. He turned back to Goyle, but he watched her threw his phierpral vision. Hermione still felt his gaze on her.

'maybe I am blwoing this whole thing out of proportion,' she thought as she turned to Harry. 'maybe I am just so bored with this talk about weddings that I am making things up about Malfoy.' But something deep down told her she wasn't.

"ready for class?" Harry asked as he turned to meet Hermionie's face. She looked down at her watch. There was twenty minutes till class started, it was Transfiguration. But she knew what Harry wanted to do.

"yes," she said standing up. Ron and Ginny rolled their eyes at the looked at their watches. They were used to this, had been for years.

Harry led Hermione out of the Great Hall, they held hands and walked down the corridor's until they came to the one holding the room of their Transfiguration class. they made sure no one was around before Harry pulled Hermione into the shadow's of an hall way and wrapped his arms around her.

"are you okay?" he asked before they began snogging.

"of course I am," she lied, but she was a good liar.

"you just seemed off since Potions and what Snape did to you, he's a royal prick," Harry said brushing some hair out of Hermionie's face.

"well I was just a little shook up, I mean Snape did hold my hand," she said raising her hand from his shoulder and shuddering at the thought of his cold hands on hers. They both laughed and Harry kissed each figner on that hand.

"but other wise, I'm fine. Better now," she said and they began to make out. Harry was so gentle with her, he always was. He made her feel special with the way that he kissed her. She loved the way he held her when they made out, and when they made love. When he kissed her she didn't worry about anything, the world was pushed away. he was gentle and sweet, good and pure, something that was rare in this day and age. They spent a good fifteen mintues snogging in the hallway until they were interrupted by a look of disgust.

"Pothead, Muddblood," Malfoy's voice echoed as he saw them just past the shadow's. they both pulled away from one another and, holding hands, they turned to him.

"what do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes at his sight.

"five points from Gryffendor for Snogging in the hall way, such things should be done in private. You're lucky I don't tell McGonigal of your little escapades with Potter here Granger, you'd be stripped of your badges," he wrelished at the thought of Hermione not being allowed to have the one thing she wanted the most. It infuriated him that they were snogging in the hall's. had they know regard for others?

"you wish," Hermione said and holding Harry's hand stormed off to class Dragging Harry with her. Malfoy stood there and took in a deep breath. Her perfume still present in the air. It made his knee's go weak, which just made him more angry. How could he be attracted to her? He wasn't, he loathed her, and her looks, and her scent, and everything and anything about her.

He stormed off to class, knowing his mood would completely miserable for the rest of the day, regardless of all the teasing he could and would do.