Hemione hadn't spoken to Draco in almost two weeks, and each day she felt worse about ignoring him. She could sometimes feel his eyes on her but by the time she looked over, he would be deep in conversation with someone else. She was starting to raise her hand less and less in class and Professor McGonagall sent her to see Madam Pomfrey when she forgot a homework assignment. It was then that she decided that she either had to get over Draco and pull herself together or talk to him. Talking to him proved difficult, but the alternative bordered on impossible. Every time she was in a class with him he seemed to be distancing himself from her and when she tried to catch his eye he deliberately looked away. She worried that he really didn't want to see or talk to her, but she pushed these thoughts to the back of her head.
Draco had been acting strange for about two weeks before Pansy got fed up with him and asked what was wrong with him. His only excuse was a bad grade in Charms and he said no more about it. The truth was avoiding Hermione was tearing him up inside. She was always present in his mind and usually the foremost thought. Especially since she seemed to be trying to catch his eye in class it had been more difficult to avoid her. He knew he would only disappoint her again if he let her back into his life.
In the great hall the next morning he watched her from across the hall laughing at something Harry had said. Then as Ron started telling her a story, animating it with his hands, she started biting her lower lip. He was jealous of the fact that she could bite her lip whenever she wanted to and he could only imagine it. "Draco!" the exclamation was accompanied by a light blow to the back of his head. "Mate, you still with us?" said Blaise with a concerned frown. "Was that really necessary?"Draco muttered while rubbing his head. "We need to talk," Blaise muttered so only Draco could hear. They both walked out of the great hall together and went back to the common room. "Alright, who is it?" Blaise asked Draco. "Who is who?" Draco asked back uneasily. Did Blaise know? Could he? "Don't play dumb. Is it Pansy? Caroline? Millicent?" Draco sighed and said, "Stop. Just stop. It's Granger alright. Are you happy?" Instead of looking shocked or horrified as Draco thought he would Blaise actually did look quite happy. "Good. Now first you really kneed to stop avoiding her so that she doesn't think your not interested. Then you kneed to-" Draco cut him short and snapped, "Well aren't you such an expert-" Blaise, in turn, cut him off and in a voice that made it clear he thought what he was saying was obvious. "Of course I am, I'm Italian." And so from then on Draco had an adviser when it came to Hermione.
A/N So I know I was offline and not posting for awhile, but from here till the end of the story i should be posting longer and more consistent chapters. Please review!
