"So…you came?"
"Yes, did you expect me to sit around all night wondering who the hell you were?" whispered Hermione in a haughty tone.
"No, I just thought…that maybe you wouldn't come because you figured out who I was."
"Well, I didn't figure it out, so I came."
He stepped forward so that she could see him better. Their faces were inches away from each other. His hair looked almost white in the dull light.
"Malfoy, I don't know what to say-"
"Please," he interrupted, "Call me Draco."
"Okay…Draco…I just can't believe you're the one who's been sending those love notes. I didn't know you could love. I didn't know you could touch me so deep just through writing…and I thought you were with Pansy." Hermione said very quickly in one breath as her face turned slightly blue.
"Well, actually," Draco said, scooting closer with every word, "I kind of told her it was over because I loved someone else."
"Oh, that's why she was so angry today at lunch-wait you LOVE me…"
"…Yes," Draco paused slightly.
"How could you? You barely know me…you're in Slytherin…and…and-"she didn't know what else to say so she stopped talking.
Draco came closer, their lips were centimeters away. Hermione could see his sparkling eyes, glistening as they looked deep into hers. Their lips almost met when all of the sudden the door swung open. Ronald walked in pulling Lavender by the hand, not realizing they weren't the only ones there, then they both gasped in surprise…
Hermione looked away from Draco, embarrassed, realizing that someone had fallen in love with her. But to her surprise it was her worst enemy.
"Hermione, is that you?" Ron exclaimed.