A/N: Thanks for your support. It means a lot to me and gives me courage and ideas for the next chapter. Oh, and sorry if Draco is too OOC. I'll try to either explain it or fix it. Whichever comes first. I'm also sorry that this may seem a little mushy. Feel free to ask for less fluff in reviews (hint, hint).

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

No one spoke, no one moved for a long time. Draco stared at Hermione and Hermione stared straight back at Draco. Neither one blinked.

Finally, Draco broke the silence with, "How long have you been standing there?"

Hermione hesitated but her gaze did not falter. "Since the beginning of the song," she said, hoping that he wouldn't be angry with her.

Draco sighed and put his hand over his face, his eyebrows drawing together in worry. His thoughts were racing. 'Does she know I love her? Who told her? No one could have figured it out, though, could they? Was it that obvious?'

Finally, Hermione said, "You know Josh Groban's music?"

Draco was startled out of his frantic thoughts to look her in the eye. "Yes," he said.

"He's my favorite singer. I love his voice," Hermione confessed.

For some odd reason, Draco's heart lifted a little. "I do too. I wish I could sing as well as he can."

Hermione blushed and said, "I think your voice is lovely."

Draco looked at her, a question in his gaze. "Really?"

She lowered her eyes and nodded.

He grinned and said, "Thanks."

There was silence.

All of a sudden, she asked, "Who were you singing for?"

"Excuse me?" Draco replied.

"That song. It was written for someone special and you were singing it for someone special. Who is she?" Hermione said, timidly taking a step toward him.

Draco didn't reply.

"Well, if you can't tell me her name, can you describe her to me?" she inquired, sitting gracefully on an armchair that magically appeared.

Draco hesitated for a moment, then looked right at her and said, "She is beautiful, with eyes like dark chocolate and hair like a bronze waterfall. She is smart, funny, and sensitive. She cares for everyone except those she believes to be on the dark side. She is loving and protecting, like a mother wolf, never leaving her loved ones' sides. She stands up for what she believes in, she is outspoken and maybe a little stubborn. And even though I've never heard it, I'll bet she sings like an angel." His eyes were glazed over now.

Hermione smiled slightly and said quietly, "Doesn't she return your love?"

Draco came back to Earth and replied with downcast eyes, "Not that I know of. As far as I know, she hates me. We've spoken on civil terms only twice. And even then, I could not tell her how I feel about her. She wouldn't accept it. I was mean to her, calling her foul names and insulting her family and friends."

"Do you regret that now?" Hermione asked. She was prying, and she knew it. But she wanted to know.

"More than anything. You have no idea…" he trailed off, never letting his eyes leave hers.