A/N: this one's a little longer, and it's all in Hermione's P.O.V. Please let me know what you think!
The noises Malfoy was making while he was sleeping slightly horrified Hermione. He was making noises that sounded, well, sexual. He even mumbled a name, but she couldn't quite make it out. It sounded a little like her own name, but she quickly dismissed the thought. Malfoy hated her. He was a arrogant pureblood and to him she was a stain in the magical community. Hermione always scoffed at the ridiculousness of it, but some wizard families, like the Malfoys, took it a little too seriously. In their second year, Malfoy had called her a 'mudblood', one of the worst name possible for a muggleborn. Then during the war, Bellatrix had carved that word into her arm while Malfoy stood by and watched. It wasn't that Hermione had never thought about Malfoy in a romantic sort of way, she just didn't have the feeling that he didn't want anything to do.
She went into her room and changed into muggle clothes for the trip to Hogsmeade. She grabbed her purse and some change to get a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks with Ginny and Luna. Since Harry and Ron weren't with her this year, she grew closer to these two girls and even considered them her best friends at Hogwarts. At first she was a little quiet with them. They had been through war together, but whenever they spoke to each other, it was usually battle strategies or information or sometimes small words of encouragement. Eventually she opened up to them and talked to them about anything. Whether it was about school work or even which hair products they used, Hermione felt that she could tell them anything. With Ron and Harry, she kept a lot of things to herself to save the embarrassment to the two of them and herself. It felt nice to have some girls to share her personal information with.
Hermione walked back into the common room and was relieved to find Malfoy gone. She quickly left the Head boy and girl dormitories in case Malfoy was in his room. She didn't have the patience to talk with him right now. She hurried down the corridor and met up with Ginny and Luna before heading out to for the first trip to Hogsmeade.
At the Three Broomsticks Hermione, Ginny, and Luna were laughing over some butterbeers and talking about how ridiculous Pansy looked in her new headband.
"She looks like a birthday present with a bow on it!" Ginny said and Hermione and Luna agreed with stifled giggles. While Luna was explaining how those types of headbands can attract Nargles, the bell to the door rang as Malfoy walked in with some Slytherin boys Hermione didn't know. Luna's voice dropped to the back of Hermione's mind as she watched Malfoy find an empty table and ordered butterbeers for everyone at the table. Draco's grey eyes flashed to Hermione's and she looked down at her drink with a little redness tinting her cheeks.
"Hermione, are you listening?"
She looked at the two girls on either side of her and they looked back at her with questioning looks.
"Uh no, what did you say?" Hermione asked, a little ashamed of her behavior.
Ginny's eyes darted to Malfoy's table. "Draco Malfoy is looking at you."
"Oh, he is?" Hermione tried to answer as nonchalantly as she could, but her voice cracked a little at the end. "I never really noticed."
Ginny eyed her suspiciously, but Luna interrupted. "Maybe he's attracted a Wrackspurt. I could've sworn I felt one flying in here." She looked up and around the ceiling and started swatting above her head. Ginny spit some of her butterbeer back into her cup and tried to keep from bursting out laughing. Hermione laughed too and sneaked one more look at Malfoy, and found him staring at her. She looked away again, determined not to let to let him get to her. When they had finished their drinks, all three of them left and started back to Hogwarts. Ginny and Luna started a conversation on Crumple-Horned Snorkacks and Hermione was left to herthoughts. Much to her dismay, they kept going back to Malfoy and she couldn't find her way out. Eventually she gave up and let her thoughts travel where they wanted too. She couldn't stop thinking about those grey stormy eyes. She had heard other girls talk about his eyes, but she never really got into those conversations. Now she could see why they would fawn over them. And his hair. It looked so smooth and soft she felt herself wanting to touch it. She started to play with her fingers as they walked into the school. She said goodbye to Ginny and Luna and went back to her dorms. The common room was as cheery and warm as when they had left it and Hermione sat on the couch. She stared into the fire and tried to keep her mind off of Malfoy, but she couldn't. She jumped up to her feet and started pacing in front of the fireplace. What was wrong with her? She had never thought about a guy this much before. Not Viktor Krum, not Ron, and especially not Malfoy! Her hands combed through her hair and she had a strong desire to scream. He hated her. She knew that. But he kept looking at her in the dining hall and in the Three Broomsticks. Ginny had noticed that too so it wasn't just Hermione. He also said her name while he was sleeping. She didn't know that for sure. Hermione let out a frustrated sigh and sat back on the couch. She put her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. She didn't know what to do. Should she confront Malfoy and tell him how she felt. She let out a harsh laugh at the thought. She couldn't do that. The thought of Malfoy sneering at her sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine. Did she dare tell Ginny or Luna? Ginny might understand, but she might not. He was on the side of the Death Eaters during the war. She had lost so much in that war. A brother, many friends, and mentors. She would think Hermione had gone loony. Luna would say that a Wrackspurt had found its way into her head or blame it on some other creature she claimed existed. Hermione snorted and laid on the couch. She stared at the ceiling and wondered what she was going to do with herself.