Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot..THIS IS ALL JK ROWLINGS Hermione spent her mornings staring out her window watching the sunrise. And

every night before she would get into bed she would watch the moon and just purely

spend the time thinking. She knew it was the best time to think; it was so peaceful and

was ensured that there were no interruptions. But of course, no one knew about this time

that Hermione spent to herself everyday. In fact, there was a whole side to Hermione that

no one knew about. A side that was impractical and wished for silly.but wonderful

things. Now to most people this may sound stupid, but what Hermione loved more that

anything else was the first snow every year. Maybe it was the sentimental side of her

taking over.

Hermione had always loved winter and snow, but this may be because her mother

loved them as well. Every winter her mother would remind her that the first snow was

'magical' and that anything can happen then. And Hermione always believed her. The

story just stuck with her through the years. Of course, this story had been told years

before anything Hogwarts related was known in the Granger house. So the 'magic' that

Hermione's mom had spoken about wasn't the same as the witch/wizard kind. It was

always more.pure to Hermione. Anyway, good things seemed to always happen to

Hermione on that day, so every year she made a tradition of wishing for it. This year her

wish came a bit early.

The day was usual as ever. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were in Potions doing

what they do best, fight. There was nothing new, everyone was used to it by now. The

only difference was that Draco wasn't into the fighting as usual. Normally he would be

in the thick of things, instigating everything. But today he was just staring out the

window looking at the sky throughout the entire class. He didn't pay attention to one

word of the entire lesson, but Snape would never dare punish him.

It's as cold as January and its only September he thought idly. It bothered him

because it would make quidditch conditions bad to say the least. However, a small voice

in his head said that the cold weather was going to bring good things. He wasn't sure

why, but he was nearly positive that something wonderful was on its way.

The class ended and the students all got up and started to leave. Draco left,

following the Golden Trio, chattering mindlessly about nothing. It bothered him that

they could be so comfortable with each other. Actually it only really bothered him that

they could be so comfortable around Hermione while things were so awkward with

himself and her. They had been avoiding one another as much as possible since the

Viktor Krum incident (as he had come to call it.) They had barely exchanged two words

since then. No insults, no flirting comments, just polite remarks concerning schoolwork

of Head duties. And that bothered him. He would rather have her telling him off with

some passion than the polite indifference she was offering now. Shaking his head, he

began to walk in the opposite direction.

Hermione had noticed him walking behind them, so she had put extra effort into

acting like she was happy. Ron and Harry hadn't seemed to notice, but then again they

weren't exactly noticing anything lately. They certainly hadn't noticed after the whole

Viktor problem. But she didn't like to think about that, because there was something

about it that was making the whole thing not.right. Anyway, she normally devoted her

thinking to Draco rather than Viktor, which surprised her. He was just such a walking

contradiction. Sometimes he was her rescuer, sometimes her enemy, and right now just

an acquaintance. They hadn't been anything but civil to each other in over 4 days, and it

was infuriating her. God, he was making her crazy and he wasn't even doing anything.

Maybe it was his lack of doing anything that made her angry.

The rest of the day droned on and on with 3 other classes and a double Herbology

for the Gryffindors. Practically all the students were in bad moods. They all wanted to

hold on to the summer weather as long as they could. Hermione was in a bad mood, but

for a reason concerning a blond haired boy. The weather was actually the only thing that

Hermione was happy about.

It was dinner in the Great Hall when Hermione realized that she had left her

Herbology book outside in Sprouts' classroom. So she waited until she finished and then

set off across the grounds. Ron and Harry volunteered to come with her, but she was sick

of making cheerful conversation with them when she felt anything but cheerful most of

the time. So she turned their offer down. It wasn't that she had something against them.

She loved them both like brothers. The problem was no matter how much she loved

them; recently she didn't love herself when she was around them. She couldn't stand

herself being so fake with them.

It was during dinner that Draco decided to go outside and fly around a little bit

after his meal. It was barely a week into school and he was already sick and tired of

dealing with Crabbe and Goyle who were mind numbingly boring. So when he finished

he set off for his rooms, grabbed his broom, and went outside.

The first thing he noticed when he got outside (other than the coldness) was a

small figure making her way towards the Herbology greenhouses. He hopped on his

broom and started following her, hoping to get a glance at who it is. It was dark out now,

but he just knew it was Hermione. Getting nearer to her he came to the conclusion that

this wasn't going to be one of their polite meetings. No, this would be different. He

would make her angry with him, or attracted to him. One or the other, or maybe even

both. Wanting Hermione to be attracted to him was something he hasn't acknowledged

in his mind yet, or analyzed, but he knew with all of his heart that he wanted her to be.

He caught up quickly and landed right in front of her. She wasn't startled to see

him like he expected her to be. But then again, she never was what he expected of her.

They stared at each other for a full minute, looking into one another's eyes, not blinking,

and not saying anything. It was Hermione who finally broke the silence, but she said

merely one word.

"Hey." It was barely a whisper, but that one syllable conveyed the most emotion

that Hermione expressed to him in 4 days. How can one word, one syllable show

vulnerability, confusion, and.acceptance? Acceptance of what? Then it hit him like a

tidal wave, it was acceptance of him. He hadn't done anything, said anything, but he

accepted him. He couldn't believe that what he heard was true, but then he looked at her

and from her expression knew that it was.

Draco didn't speak, he just started walking towards her until they were mere

inches apart. And without any further words, he took her into his arms and kissed her. It

wasn't planned out, it was just instinct.

After an eternity they broke apart and surprise was written on both of their faces.

Both being utterly speechless, so they did what seemed like the smart thing to do, they

sped off into the opposite directions as quickly as possible.

As Draco was heading towards the back entrance of the school, still not really

believing what had transpired between the two, a solitary snowflake fell from the sky and

landed on his arm. It should have surprised him, but it didn't. It was as if he had been

anticipating it all night. Anyway, he had had enough surprises for one evening without

adding snow to the list. He had surprised himself, of course, by kissing her in the first

place. An even bigger surprise was what he felt when he did so. But he wasn't ready to

face the real reason he knew subconsciously. It's just a physical attraction. It's

something that can never happen again. I can control this. He tried to convince himself

of these things, all the while knowing that they weren't true.

Hermione was walking to the main entrance of the school. And like Draco, a

solitary snowflake land on her. But she took more notice of it than Draco. Hermione

remembered her mother's words of snow being 'magical' and making people act

strangely. So that's why we kissed-because of the snow. Well it wont happen again, I

can guarantee that. I should stay away from him if we ever have a blizzard. She thought

the last statement with a smile on her face.

Little did they know that they were dealing with something much more powerful

than physical attraction or even the 'power' of a first snowfall. No they were dealing

with something neither would be able to control or forget, no matter how hard they tried.

After all, how can someone forget or control love?