Draco's POV

Her troubled face contorts, as if we've just met.

"What did you just call me?" Her fierce eyes spit fire, igniting her beauty.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" I cautiously step toward her.

Her mouth drops slightly at the mention of her name. I notice her fist clench as she steps toward me.

"You may not call me that, and whatever kind of apology you're trying isn't going to work! If I could, I'd never see you again, unfortunately, you're Head Boy and I'm Head Girl."

My brows scrunch together as I realize what just happened.

"Are you breaking up with me?" I whisper, as my throat tightens.

Is this real?

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, as her thin fingers rest on her hips.

"You are a piece of work, but I got tired of dating a ferret." She shoves me aside. "See you around, duche!"

My head hurts suddenly, as if I'm just remembering where I am.

I hit my head way too hard.

Hermione's POV

If that's what he thinks is an apology, he's mental!

Furious, I make my way to the dormitory and slam my door. As if my day couldn't get any worse, I think back to my first night here. Malfoy was so kind and sweet…. and his lips were soft too.

If only he was always like that.

I slap my forehead as an attempt to block my feelings for him, but the harder I try to not think about him, the more I do. I've always secretly thought he was attractive, and smart. I love Ron, but somehow I realized it's a friendly love. Either its always been that way, or things changed. Ron is sweet, but he's never given me the feelings Malfoy has. With Malfoy, I am always on my toes, always trying to be the best. The way I am with Ron, I never can reach my full potential. I lift my body off the bed and carry myself out the door. Three words.

Go find him.

Draco's POV

It takes me a while to move my feet again. As my brain puts everything together, I realize how stupid I was. I hear the click-clack of heels on the stone floor, and before I can guess who it is, Anastasia almost runs me over.

"Oh! There you are!"

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"To finally tell you what I've been assigned to do! I grew impatient to wait, so I stole Slughorn's felix felices instead. Where's Granger?"

"I don't know." I say quickly.

I gulp. I'm such a bad liar.

"Oh really? I think I'll just drink some liquid luck right now, since you're so stubborn!"

She pulls out the glass, and before I can stop her, pours it down her throat.

"Anyway, so where is she?"

My head feels slightly fuzzy as I try to fight the truth. Three words.

Go save her.