Feelings Uncovered
Draco and Blaise sat silently in the Slytherin common room after dinner, their only light being the burning fire eerily projected from the hearth.
"So," Blaise began, "do you like her?"
"Who the hell are you talking about?" Draco asked, holding a bewildered look on his face. Sure enough, he knew who Blaise was talking about, but he was not to know of anything.
"You know," Blaise said matter-of-factly, "Granger. I see the way you interminably stare at her at the dining hall, in the corridors, in class, and everywhere else for that matter! Don't deny it."
Draco felt his face burn up and knew he was blushing. "Really, man, what are you talking about? Are you sure Pansy didn't drop some weirdo potion in your juice again?" He turned away from the fireplace, hoping Blaise wouldn't notice he was acting rather awkwardly.
"Seriously, Draco, you gotta admit, she's pretty hot for a Gryffindor! ADMIT IT!" Blaise accused, suddenly yelling out in the empty common room. He had gotten into it so much that he was now standing over Draco and pointing at him menacingly. Blaise shakily sat back down and calmed himself as he watched Draco turn red again.
"Shut up! She is not! Why don't you believe me?" Draco countered quite loudly. He was breathing heavily and gripping the arms of the chair tightly.
"Stop denying yourself," Blaise told him in a whisper, "I can see it in your face. Why don't you just tell me? I'm supposed to be your best friend. Best friends tell each other everything. I've told you every little thing that I've ever felt for a girl, now it's your turn." He watched Draco solemnly as his best friend bit his lip, signaling that he was deep in thought.
"All right, fine," Draco gave in, "I've got something to tell you then."
Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed, her Arithmancy homework spread out in front of her. She lolled a Lifesaver around in her mouth as she thought deeply about a certain person, while examining a chart of characteristics of the person she was required to research for her assignment.
"Him again?" Ginny asked, plopping herself beside Hermione on the bed.
Hermione rolled her eyes and grinned. "Yeah…" She suddenly remembered that she never told Ginny this and eyed her suspiciously. "How do you know?" This time, Ginny rolled her eyes and giggled.
"It's kinda obvious, Hermione. You're always eating a Lifesaver around him or when you're thinking about him and the whole guitar thing and those discreet glances directed at him during meals. It's kinda cute the way you two act around each other."
"It's sick the way you have an uncanny eye for catching love connections between people." Hermione told her, closing her book and rolling up her charts. She stared at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
"Look, you've adopted his smirk!" This earned Ginny a smack from Hermione's pillow. Ginny laughed out loud. "I can't believe you're totally into a guy, Hermione!" She began to bounce around on Hermione's bed.
"Yeah," Hermione answered sarcastically, "DRACO MALFOY!" With that last word, she pushed the bouncing Weaslette off her bed.