Author's Note: Hey guys what's up? What is the 411? What is everybody talking about? I ain't no hollaback girl! Sorry for a moment there I had a trance of craziness. Well on with the story because Spiky is barking at me to start a fire to warm up the igloo.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of J.K. Rowling's or I'd be rich and famous and Hermione and Draco would be together.

Chapter 11: Feelings and Knowing things, kind of

Draco couldn't stop thinking about those hands or the girl who they belonged to. When he was released from the hospital that was all he could think about. He would wake up from dreams of the girl, but her face was always blurry except for the warm brown eyes. Somehow Draco was always drawn to girls with brown hair and brown eyes; they were shyer than girls with another color of hair and girls with blue eyes. (Yes I know it's stereotyping, but who cares.)

One night while he was dreaming, he pictured Hermione's face. Why I am I thinking about her, he wondered to himself. He had to rid himself of her face because it really bothered him. Over the next couple weeks it was something he puzzled over the mystery girl and whyhe was picturing Hermione Granger's face at odd times. His instincts told him that somehow everything with the whole situation between the two girls was related.

One Sunday Draco was out strolling through the grass outside enjoying himself. It was one of the moments when he wasn't doing anything or him thinking about the mystery girl. Of course she came to his mind but he wasn't puzzling about it. He looked out onto the lake, it was one of those peaceful moments when you don't have to worry about anything or even think and you can just stare out at the beauty of the world and appreciate it. (If you know what I mean.)

Draco walked to the lake and skipped a couple of rocks. He remembered back to that day when he tortured Hermione about her saying she would shove a stick somewhere, he wondered if she meant it. He smirked at what she said. Draco also thought back to the moment in the library when he just popped up at her table waiting until she looked up. The look on her face was priceless. He loved it when she was riled up.

Only a girl like that could get a guy like him to get riled up too, he didn't know why but she was like no other girl. He didn't like her (He's in denial) but only she could bring out that side of him. Even wonder boy and weasel noggin couldn't do that. He was taken aback that she had the last word, he had left more in shock. But he loved how that had happened even it was a blow to his pride and his ego.

As his thoughts drifted here and there he looked up and saw a sight that surprised him. Hermione Granger was sitting under that same tree that he had tortured her on the first day of school. It seemed that she was more of an outdoor girl when it came to wanting to be alone and think. Well it seemed to him they actually had something in common. He observed her a little more closely and saw that she was crying.

Now that was something that made him uncomfortable and he didn't like it. He hated it when girls cried but this made him feel a little more differently because he saw that she was hurting. It made him feel a little more sympathetic towards her. Just then she saw him so he scrammed. He got out of there fast, all she was a blur of him. He didn't want her to think that he was spying.

He thought it was odd that he wanted to scram out of there, but he shook his head and resumed walking towards the castle. It made him uncomfortable, looking at her when he shouldn't be, and then when she looked up. He knew that he had startled her. Draco knew that these feelings were odd, so he tried not to think about it anymore. The mystery girl and the memory of her soft hands were driving him crazy. He should have looked up, it was a cowardly thing just to stare at the ceiling the whole time except when he had looked up. But he had also been scared to look at her because what if he knew her.

So many what ifs ran through his mind so Draco decided to hit the sack. With that notion in his mind he went up to his room to take a much deserved nap.