Draco gawked ( not physically of course, god forbid that Draco should show any emotions on his face!) at the message on his parchment. He wrenched himself from his innermost thoughts for a few milliseconds to ponder: For two days he had managed to sustain ignoring her, though it seemed like centuries, now, the message? He idly wondered what splendorous inevitable conversation Hermione had in store for him. (Dot dot dot) As Draco gracefully walked out of sight, down the hall, and into his common room, his stomach grumbled ( yes, even Draco's stomach does grumble for food I suppose, he is human.we think.) , signaling (and complaining) to him about his forgotten lunch. Potions had gone rather well today, of course, and he needn't do the homework, but as for all other classes, the loads were piling up to the smooth gray ceiling. Rather than finish his homework, now long forgotten, Draco drifted around in swirls of misty and dreamy lands also known as Draco's mind. He fantasized about Hermione, though admit it he would to no one. Her eyes.were a dark deep brown.with little rings of fire in them that sparked when Hermione got excited or furious. He imagined what her eyes would look like at night, filled with love directed at him only. He twirled around in one of his roommate's muggle rolling chairs, and it was soothing of how the effects of his spinning were in sync with his swirling thoughts. Draco couldn't seem to get a certain pair of exotic eyes out of his mind. It was agreed throughout the Slytherins that Hermione was a besmirching filthy female creature who reeked of scummy mudblood, but it wasn't her fault. The wind howled with rage at Draco's unsaid insult, though it wasn't as if he fancied repeating random insults at her, and Draco was immensely relieved when Crabbe and Goyle interrupted his train of thoughts on Hermione. "Draco, you seem a tid-bit preoccupied lately," said Crabbe, the craftier of the two (from doing all of Draco's homework in earlier years, though now Draco insisted on doing his own homework, for there were tests to pass, and with Snape retiring soon, he wasn't quite sure how he would pass), though chunkier (lol.chunky.thanx for that adjective lili). Goyle nodded his large, rather hairy head dim-wittedly in agreement to Crabbe. Draco hesitated only for a millisecond, before nastily replying back, "Crabbe, Goyle, do you, or do you not, enjoy living? I suggest you retreat back to your beds, where you can suck your thumbs as aggravatingly loud as you wish, without anyone else noticing (to this a very annoyed Draco had witnessed before)." Crabbe, and Goyle took the hint and glomped and clambered off to their side of the dormitory, not daring to disturb precious little Draco again, but not before Crabbe managed to avert a icy glare directed at Draco. Consequently, Draco sneered back at them, evidently eluding and disregarding anything else Crabbe or Goyle would do. Draco glared at the window for existing, and no other reason besides that, watching the silver raindrops plop and slide down it. He decided on the spur of the moment that his chances of getting Hermione were like his chances of counting how many raindrops managed to drip down his (oh yes, Draco no like that HIS window gets soaked. *Draco gives window a dry warm blanket*) window. Unaware that he had fallen into quite a deep slumber, he was rudely roused when a second year, Blanche Kraken had tapped him lightly on the shoulder to inform him that the desk he had occupied as his sleeping quarters was needed for Blanche's homework. Draco emphatically shot him a sinister look blearily, and obliged, reluctantly walking his disgruntled sleep-deprived self to his inviting warm feathery bed, though sleep did not welcome him instantaneously. ( LOADS UPON LOADS OF BIG WORDS!!! Actually, I think I put quite a bit too many adjectives there, but, I'll keep it there anyway until someone complains. ) The next morning, breakfast was unusually refreshing to a Draco well acquainted with exhaustion, and he ate plate upon plate of waffles, and toast, though this was a futile attempt at avoiding starting up a conversation with Pansy. Eventually, he was able to escape to the nonexistent comfort of the hallway. Someone tapped him on the shoulder in a business-like way. He whirled around scathingly, already quite prepared to snarl and give 'em a scalding glare, until he realized who the would-be- receiver-of-the-glare would be. Hermione. " What do you want?" Draco said unconcernedly. Hermione didn't answer, quite shocked that she had the guts to go up to him. Now where were her guts, though? She stood there, sputtering and stuttering, attempting to say something at least sordidly intelligent. She had had it all planned out, what had happened along the lines to have caused this? (well, Draco's dead hot sexiness of course!) Her stomach clenched and unclenched, performing gymnastics that only stomachs in a body that was in love could do. (only stomachs that are inside a person who is in love can do flip flops like that..GAH u know what I mean, I hope. I'm trying to expand my vista of vocabulary, some words I don't even know if I'm using correctly, if u know I'm not using it correctly, or if I misspelled it, or even used a nonexistent word, please notify me, BY REVIEWING! Mwauhahaha* thankx)
Since Hermione was still standing there, ogling him, Draco decided to take matters into his own hands.
" Are you going to answer, or are you just going to gawk at me? Well, I suppose you want to know all about why I sobbed my dear little heart out, and I'm not going to tell you." Draco said tiredly. He couldn't really quite see why Hermione was interested anyway, or concerned, but he assumed (correctly) that it was just out of curiosity.
That snapped Hermione out of her dandy dream world, and she recalled why she had confronted him in the first place.
" Please, Draco, it's really not wise of you at all to be all bottled up just because you are ashamed of crying, everyone cries, you're aware of that, are you not?" Hermione said matter-of-factly.
" Maybe I am out of your league to tell secrets to, but can you honestly say that you could trust your "friends" more?" To this, Draco's nostrils flared, for he, of course, knew how right Hermione was. Oh, how he hated her. He desperately wanted to tell, his dark heart was bursting to open up to one person, to just show one person what truly went on in his heart of hearts, and he truly thought that Hermione would be the right person to tell, even if she would tell Potter and Weasel. For once in his short life, Draco ran away from a situation, (actually he walked but u must understand my point) but Hermione took a firm hold of his shoulders and forced him to face her.
" Draco!" Hermione said exasperatedly in a demanding voice, staring desperately into his eyes, searching for an answer. He didn't know what to do, and as Hermione let go of him, he walked away, glowering at his polished trainers (shoes =^_^=). She stood watching him walk towards the Slytherin common room, until she scurried away so that her absence would not be questioned furiously by Ron and Harry.

Authors note: geezus christ, I feel as if I am placing my life into this fanfiction, and just changing around the names..Hermione is me, Draco is Alex, and everyone else is people and my friends and stuff. Yeah. Lol. I'm fantasizing and obsessing obviously, so don't be annoyed pleaz if characters get OOC (out of character, or out of control!!!). my fantasizing is what keeps me writing though. it's alwayz nice to escape from the oh so obvious pains of reality in my life. It's nice to think.WHAT IF and stuff. If u are protiva, barbara, or ella and u read this, as the plot grows thicker it will become increasingly obvious that I am inserting myself and Alex into the story kaz im fantasizing. Lol. Im silly. Its fun. Im sad. Sometimes. But its my fault kaz that stupid bench makes me cry, im just bein' nostalgic. HELL YAH big words. Watch me put the bench in the story. -- evil grin-- nobody cept barbara, protiva and ella knows what im talking about.sorry if im confuzzling u, although I'm sure you would not find the idea of me telling you all about my adolescent tears in the neverending drama of middle school very appealing at all. In fact, u would probably find it appalling. New word! Yay! English class is realli useful.so are the prentice hall literature books they give u in class too. Im blathering and raving on and on. Tho this it what happens when anyone says the word Alex, including myself. Oops I just said it again. Hope I stop typing some day. Yep I think im done now. is anyone insane enough to read this whole authors note?? **giggles** if alex reads this I will turn beet red. Or strawberry red. There I go again. I hope he doesn't read this. Btw, he's the one with ocean eyes. Lol. He knows I wrote that too, because I forced him to read my fanfiction even tho he hates fanfiction, specially ones about harry potter. Lol. He skimmed, yet he still saw it. SORRY!!!!!!!! Im rambling. Take caution to never ever ever read anything I write if you see the word alex anywhere near it. Lol. *giggles *

READ THIS ITS NOT ABOUT ALEX I SWEAR AND IM NOT BLABBING ON: I PROMISE there will be kissing and romance later on, I just haven't got to it yet, and I have to do researching on kissing and stuff. I've never kissed anyone, so how would I know? Lol.its fun to pretend. If u don't like romance, there will also be death eater draco stuff.solol. Sorry that this chapter was so horrible, I know it wasn't interesting at all..next chapter will be much better I PROMISE. * evil evil evil smirk* do u see any corrolation between the highlited and capitilized promises..SPOILER: yes, mayb kissing in next. Iono. Well actually I do know, but I don't want u to know. Lol. Im rather bored, can u tell?