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Hermione's POV:
The next day, Hermione awoke and glanced at her watch. Realizing she only had ten minutes to get to Potions. She rushed around her room gathering up her books and pens. After a quick look in the mirror, she hurried down to the dungeons.
She sat down next to Draco and smiled. "Sorry I'm late." She whispered. With a shrug, Draco replied, "Whatever". Hermione frowned. She didn't know why she'd expected Draco to care. After all just because she was falling for him, didn't mean he felt the same way. The thought of this bothered her and she spent the rest of Potions in a bad mood.
Draco's POV:
He woke up early and went for a walk. He had thought about her al day yesterday and all night. He now knew how he felt about her. He liked her- a lot. But he also new he couldn't show his feelings until he was sure she liked him back.
In potions, Hermione walked in late. She sat down and whispered, "Sorry I'm late." He wanted to say something along the lines of I missed you but would risk her laughing in his face. He was going to go for so what, why would I care if you're here or not, but he couldn't. So he settled for, "Whatever". She acted quite frosty for the rest of class. He would apologize later, he thought.
Back in their common room Hermione was laying on her couch reading a book. She finished the chapter and went to put it back on the shelf. Draco came in and walked over to the book shelve. Standing behind her, he prepared to apologize.
Hermione, however, was trying to ignore him, embarrassed about what had happened earlier. She placed the book down slowly and turned around to go to her room. When she did, she came face to face with him. His eyes were staring back at her. His cool, gray, eyes were burning into hers and she melted. He leaned in closer, and closer, his hand reached out and just as Hermione leaned in as well, he grabbed a book off the shelf behind her and swaggered off to his room.
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Dumbledore had assigned the two of them to arrange the plans for the Halloween ball. This meant long, sessions in the common room discussing what should be done. One cold night, they were sitting around the fire and trying to decide what food would be the main course of the ball. Hermione, tired from all the planning, got up and made her way to her bedroom. Draco, who had offered to stay and clean up the plans, followed suit almost immediately after finishing. Walking up the stairs to the left, (if u remember, those r Hermione's stairs.) he thought about nothing except how tired he was. He opened the door and fell into his bed and fell asleep before he hit the pillow.
The next morning, Draco awoke and stretched. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Hermione lying next to him. Wondering what she was doing there, he looked around the room one more time. He was surprised to find out that all the hangings and bed-sheets had a red and gold motif. Mortified, he scurried out of bed and into his own room.
Hermione, who had awoken just in time to see Draco close the door, remained puzzled for the rest of the day. She couldn't help but wonder why he had been in her room. (I mean if u had just seen a totally hot guy leave ur room when u woke up, wouldn't u b curious 2?)
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