Hermione made her way to the library and walked to the corner she had sat in the previous day, but when she got there, he was already there, standing in the darkest corner of the room, arms crossed. She rolled her eyes and sat down, in the seat across from the one she had sat in the previous day, it was the one he sat in. She glanced at the table, where there were two sets of hand prints in the dust. His prints were slightly larger, she couldn't help but reach out and trace the edges of the prints without extending it.
"So I came here just to listen to the air?" He snapped. She flinched, his expression didn't change, still dark and shaded, but she could see the twinkle of fear hidden behind it all. She finally built up her Gryffindor courage to say something.
"Why? That's all I want to know." Hermione said, his eyes closed and his expression softened. He sighed and shook his head.
"It was an accident." He mumbled. She put her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands.
"I know it was a accident, but something had to provoke it. Accidents don't just happen, here has to be something that causes it." Hermione said, she leaned back in her chair. He emerged from the shadows and leaned over the table, his hands in the same place that hers were the previous night.
"Granger, I have fancied you since I first laid eyes on you, but like I said yesterday, my family is strictly pureblood and imagine my despair if my father hurt you because of your blood all because I was selfish. I have to the perfect Malfoy son, I am the heir, and that means, I have to marry a Pureblood, or things could get messy. I don't want to see you hurt, and over the years its easy to see you don't feel the same way. Its easier just to call you names, make fun of you and hurt you myself rather than get close to you and let my father hurt you more than I ever could. Yesterday I got carried away and it should never have happened." He said. She put her hands in the place his hand been the previous day and pushed herself up out of her chair, to the point where they were so close their noses were touching.
"Malfoy, if I hadn't of told Ginny that I wouldn't fall in love with you. I don't know what I would be doing right now." Hermione mumbled. He studied her eyes for a moment. Then both moved closer, both fighting it, but couldn't stop. Hermione had more self-control though, she stood up straight right as their lips barely touched each other. "D-Draco I cant. Ron." Hermione whispered. He stood and rubbed the back of his neck and nodded.
"Yes, yeah, sorry, forgot about Weasel." He started to walk but she grabbed his hand, they both looked at where the hands connected, she let go and stared at the floor.
"We can still be friends." Hermione whispered. He shook his head.
"That'd be too hard Granger." He mumbled before leaving. Hermione stood there silently for what seemed like forever. Finally she went back to the Gryffindor common room and sunk into the couch, until Ginny sat down next to her.
"You fell for him didn't you?" Ginny asked. Hermione looked at the fireplace, she really just wanted to curl in a ball somewhere. She nodded slowly.
"I don't even know why! I hated him for so long, and now all the sudden its like someone just flicked a light switch. Like iv been walking around with the light too bright, and now I'm in the dark, wandering around, waiting for someone to find me, then Ron found me and turned the light on, and now there's so much light I'm blinded. I don't know what to do." Hermione curled into a ball on the couch and put her head in her knees, now crying heavily. Ginny didn't say anything, she just pulled Hermione into a hug, they just stayed like that until Ginny finally went to sleep. Leaving Hermione to stare at the Fireplace the entire night.