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When Draco was on his way to the Great Hall, he saw someone in his peripheral vision, a girl. Figuring it was just some first year gawking, he chose to ignore her.

"Draco?" the girl called. He stopped and turned slowly. The girl was wearing a heavy winter coat, her face red, her eyes dark. Her hair was dark brown and bushy with tiny ringlets, the hair a few inches past her shoulders and filled with melting snow. Draco knew this girl.

"Granger?"

She nodded. "You're wearing the ring I sent you..."

"Sorry, I didn't get you anything," Draco said conversationally. "I didn't realize we were on good terms."

She grinned, her dark eyes sparkling. She drew closer. As much as he hated to admit it, he had missed Granger. He had missed her messy, curly hair. It was hard to say it to her, but the unspoken words lingered in the air, not needing to be said.

Granger embraced him, and Draco didn't hesitate in hugging her back. What he felt for Granger was something completely different than any feeling he had ever experienced. He wasn't exactly sure what it was. He enjoyed seeing her, though.

"I... Missed... You." he said slowly, unsure of himself. Granger tightened her grip.

"I missed you too, Draco."

She looked up at him, her eyes glittering. Granger's smirk disappeared and was replaced with a tender expression.

"Mistletoe," she whispered. "Look."

He did so and grinned. "It's been there this whole time."

"Yeah... I guess..." she trailed off.

"We have to..." Draco continued her sentence.

Before their lips met, Granger whispered one word:

"Kiss."

Their kiss was soft and tender like Granger's had been moments ago. Draco couldn't remember when he had ever felt so good in his life- maybe never. There was no denying he had missed her, because he felt at peace whenever she was around. He wanted her with him forever, for all eternity.

For him, that wasn't long enough.

Granger lightly pushed his chest, and he broke their kiss. Her eyes sparkled.

"You know what, Draco?"

He looked at her, shaking his head.

"That was as good as a Christmas present, you know. I don't need one."

"When's your birthday?" he asked.

"January 18th. What's yours?"

"July 14th."

"You're seven months younger than me..."

He put his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. "Does that matter?"

She looked startled. "No, it's not..."

Draco nodded. "So, er, what do you want to do?"

Granger shrugged. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bag and held it out to him.

"Want a licorice wand?"

"No thanks."

She sighed. "Just have one. You look hungry."

Draco scoffed. "If I was hungry, I would go to the kitchens and get the House Elves to make me something."

"Have one," she persisted, "They're delicious."

"And have you actually eaten one yet?"

"Yes."

"Aren't your parents dentists?"

She raised her eyebrows. "How would you know? You're a pureblood!"

"Aren't they?"

"Yeah, they are, but they're not here, are they, so have one!"

"No!" he shouted.

Granger sighed. "Please?"

Draco reached into the bag, pulled one out, and shoved it in his mouth. "Happy?"

Granger smiled, clearly pleased. "Of course I am."

She held out her hand. Draco was confused for a moment, but then he understood. He laced his fingers through hers and they walked up to the library.

"Enjoying the licorice?"

Draco was tempted to say no.

"Yeah, actually... They're really good."

Granger laughed, and Draco smiled. He felt good just being with her, not scheming nor planning, not snogging, but simply being together made him feel uplifted and joyous.

Could it be...?

Was he falling in love with Hermione Granger?

No, it wasn't possible.

But it felt like it.

Draco gazed down at their intertwined fingers and then at her. She was chewing on a piece of licorice, oblivious to his stare. She was humming a tune, and appeared to be deep in thought.

"Granger?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you to be honest because I'm going to ask you a question."

"Alright, ask."

"Why did you come back to Hogwarts?"

She stopped chewing her candy and swallowed. "I thought I explained in the letter."

"Vaguely. What is the real reason?"

"Well... I missed you."

He nodded. "I know. And?"

"That and I really enjoy hanging out with you." He could tell she was blushing.

"There's something else, isn't there, Granger? You can tell me, you know."

"I can't... I can't be away from you. I feel physical pain. All I think about is you. I can't concentrate on anything. It's like I'm the Damsel in Distress, and only you can save me...

And so ends the eleventh chapter! If y'all want chapter twelve... I suggest you review. Sorry to be like this... Favoriting my story is always nice, adding it to story alert is good too, but how do I know if you really like it if you don't review? Well, mates, that's it for now, see you next Wednesday!