A/N: Alright, so far I have one review (Shout out to UselessScottishTigerGirl556!). YAY! I know it's not much, but I really do LOVE reading reviews to see what everyone thinks. I really want to know if you guys want me to actually continue this fic. Let me know if you do! I am also thinking about starting a new fanfiction, and I don't really have anything figured out for it. So guys, in the reviews, tell me what you think would be cool for a new story and tell me if you want me to keep going on this! :D
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter or any characters. I'm still trying to figure out how to though ;D
Hermione Granger slowly walked to her bed and lied down. She had no clue what was happening. She didn't know what she wanted to have happened. She needed to know if he felt the same, but her best guess was no. She would always be a stupid muggle-born to him. He wasn't being soft, I just caught him by surprise. She did her best to fit this into her mind, but she couldn't. Just then, she heard the quiet steps of a girl walking up the staircase to the dormitories. She pulled her curtain back slightly and saw Katie walk in the room, after looking around for a second, she walked over to Hermione's bed and slowly drew back the curtain. Finding Hermione still awake, she perched on the edge of her bed and handed her a piece of slightly crumpled parchment. "It's from Harry," She said with a small smile. "Thank you," Hermione answered, returning the grin. "Sleep well." Katie responded as she stood up. "You too," Hermione said as she bid her goodnight. After she heard the shuffle of footsteps and the protest of springs as Katie went to sleep, Hermione pulled her covers up over her head after grabbing her wand. "Lumos," Hermione whispered as she held her wand so it wouldn't poke up the covers. Her small area beneath her blankets went alight her wand in between her lips she opened the parchment up to see Harry's terrible scrawl; Hermione, I saw you were upset on the train. Don't worry, I didn't tell Ron. He is a bit thick at times. If it's something to do with Voldemort please tell me. I hope you are a bit happier. And tell Katie I said thanks for having her bring this up. -Harry
Hermione shook her head. He worried too much. Laying the parchment on her nightstand, she whispered, "Nox," To her wand and put it away. Then she drifted off to sleep, with the thoughts of Draco Malfoy.
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"Draco, Draco get up, it's time for breakfast." Goyle said loudly, struggling to get the attention of a groggy Draco Malfoy. Usually Draco stood and yelled at him, but instead he pulled back the covers and stood, having had a change of heart after the little 'incident'. "One second Goyle!" Draco responded, slightly annoyed. He stood and went into the washroom to change. Walking out, he nodded at goyle and Crabbe, signaling them to follow. He climbed through the portrait hole and descended the staircase down to the great hall. Looking around the room, his eyes were trapped by soft, brown ones that looked timid and scared. he blinked, and his expression softened. Those beautiful eyes that had claimed his heart had ended their little game as fast as it had started. He smiled slightly and looked back to his table where he soon claimed his rightful spot. Blaise sat next to him and whispered in his ear,
"I know about you"
