(A/N: Sorry about not uploading for so long! I had bunches of fun on my school trip, and even got a boyfriend! Then I actually had to write the chapter, which is oh-so-much fun, because I now have a lot of new plot twists to keep you guessing. Or so I hope. And I know this is OOC, but we have to realize that all the HP books are seen from Harry's point of view. So, since we know so little about his character other than that Draco loathes Potter, I make up anything I want. It works out in my head, anyways. And a note to EternityofSong, its winter right now, so even France would be cold. And I'm not telling about anything else. So, without any further ado, as there has been too much already, here we go!)

The two broke apart, quietly. Hermione gazed into Draco's eyes, a doleful look creeping into her face. Draco slowly dropped his hands to his sides, from the precarious position they had attained around Hermione's waist.

She said nothing, merely turned back to the book she had been examining on the shelf. "What?! Are you going to just say nothing?!?" Draco exclaimed, drawing attention from onlookers not already captivated by the events unfolding before their eyes. "Fine, then. I guess my feelings are not reciprocated. I'll leave then." He spun away from their cozy niche, attempting to avoid letting the tears spill out of his liquid steel eyes. He ran to the magical door, shouted, or at least attempted to shout, 'Jolilieu' and barreled through it head on. The door was ignored as she wheezed open at Draco's lack of respect. Draco even ignored the gnarled man's comment of What's the matter, old chap?

The wet air was a waker to Draco, and he slumped down into the mud at the edge of the town wall. He pulled his knees to his chest and didn't sob, simply put his head on his arms and shook with contained sorrow. After he had accepted what had happened, he glanced up to see the happenings of the settlement. A figure was coming towards him. Thomas. Just the last person he wanted to see, after having made a move on his girl and all.

"Ahoy there, matey! Have you seen Hermione? I can't find her anywhere," Thomas chirped as he approached.

In a monotone Draco replied. "Last I saw of her, she was in the library in some section or other. Ask the door." Thomas noticed nothing of his friend's foul mood, and flounced away. Draco stood up, and walked slowly in the direction Thomas had glided. The color appeared to have been sucked from this once glorious landscape, and a light drizzle dribbled onto the countryside.

He couldn't believe what he had just done; it was the last thing on his mind that he ever expected to do! And what about Thomas? Thomas deserved better than that, as he was one of Draco's very few real friends. Everything was too much, nothing was too much. How was he going to explain this to anyone? What about his father? That would not bode well for Draco's future if he died suddenly as he explained it to his old man. How would he tell Hermione? Draco couldn't just lie to her and say he had been under a spell or something. Hermione, smart girl that she is, would never believe it.

He sighed, and continued on his way. He stopped at the foot of the hill, and looked to his left. A creaking sign announced the place to be 'Twisted Twig Pub,' apparently a reference to broomstick tails. A pub was just what Draco needed, he decided. He entered the shop, into a haze of good-smelling pipe tobacco. This place seemed to appeal to the older sort of witches and wizards. Draco slumped down into a low wooden table in a corner close to the boisterously chuckling fire. Sprawling into the timber stool, he raised his hand for a waiter. One came over, and he ordered a pint of butter beer. Nothing strong for him today; it wouldn't do to return to Beauxbatons stone- drunk.

Just as the man brought him back his beer, the door to the tavern opened wide, giving access to two young scholars. Oh, crap. It was Thomas and Hermione. Perfect. He ducked down into his chair, and pretended to be an innocent bystander. The two sat down together at a small table within hearing distance, and ordered a meal together.

"It's so sad that the day turned all gloomy like it did. I had hoped that it would stay sunny all day long. Oh well. So what did you do while we-I was in the library?" Hermione quizzed Thomas.

"Well, I went shopping, and I got you a present," he told her.

"A present? For me? What is it?" she squealed as he handed her a petite box wrapped simply in wine-hued ribbon. She pulled the narrow band off, and opened the lid. Draco couldn't see what was inside, but he could distinguish the look on her face as she lifted out something from the package. She was ecstatic; and Thomas' face mirrored hers. She reached around and hugged Thomas as hard as she could as thanks for the gift. He lifted the something up, and Draco could at length catch a glimpse of what it was. A necklace, sparkling in its entirety, flowed over his fingers as Thomas raised it to Hermione's neck. As he went to clasp it around her slender neckline, he paused.

"What's this other necklace? Can I take it off before I put this one on you? Oh, look. The little charm looks like a flying broom!" At the word 'broom' Draco, who had been staring sullenly at the wall, sat up and looked alert. Could this be the necklace he remembered from his dreams? He strained to see what hung from her neck. "Weird. I can't seem to find the fastener," Thomas was saying. "Surely it doesn't fit over your head. It can't!"

Draco craned his neck as far as possible. Hermione's face was burgundy with embarrassment, and she would glance around fearfully every few seconds as Thomas tried to remove the necklace. After a few moments, she finally pulled Thomas out of the saloon with her, still crimson. Draco followed at a close distance, only seeing a silver chain hung around the back of her neck. He trailed them without realizing the way he was headed, and was stunned as his foot sank into mire. They were at the edge of the river, and he had missed the dock. He shook his foot off emotionlessly, and looked up at the wharf. Apparently it was time to go home, and he had missed the announcement. He got into his boat, the one that pulled itself around to him as he neared the edge. Hermione and Thomas were already in; Hermione didn't look at Draco, and Thomas was clueless to any strife between the two. Obviously, Hermione hadn't told Thomas just what Draco had done, and that was fine with him. Draco didn't want to lose any more friends than he already possibly had.

He lay down in the bottom of the boat, looking like Jimmy Dean in his mannerisms. He tilted his head down, and fell asleep.

Draco started dreaming immediately, and this time in full color and sound. The brown-haired girl stood over him, watching his every move. As soon as his dream-eyes opened, she started talking. "Draco, I'm so sorry. I was shocked when you kissed me. I couldn't help pulling away. And you shouldn't have cornered me like that; I can't think when I'm feeling trapped. And you knew I was going out with Thomas and that threw me off too. And," she continued lamely, "I liked it more than I expected I would." The dream leaned above him, blocking the sun and silhouetting herself. She reached down to him, and violently shook him awake.

As he stirred, he was confused. Had the dream ended or not? The girl was still over him, the same one as in his reverie. Shock crossed his mind as he realized he was indeed fully conscious: the girl w as Hermione! And dangling from her neck was a broom to match his Snitch!