Disclaimers: I own the ideas, nothing else. This story is dedicated to the girl that led me to fanfic, she is also my bestist friend in the world… love ya Becki
Draco couldn't sleep; he was tossing and turning in his bed unable to find a comfortable position.
He growled to himself and rolled out of bed, he had to walk.
As he turned the corner on the 4th floor he spotted a small curly haired girl walking slowly in front of him, as he drew closer he realized that she in fact, wasn't so small. It was Hermione.
He walked slowly and quietly, wondering if he should say something, or just follow. Where was she going at this hour anyway!? He glanced at his watch, it was 1:30am.
She didn't know she was being followed. Hermione continued her slow and peaceful walk down the corridor; it wasn't unusual for her to be walking around late at night. She couldn't sleep and needed to stretch her legs other than around the GCR.
She gasped as a hand gripped her arm and pulled her sideways in through a door,
Just as she saw Snape and Sprout round the corner.
"Look, we need to talk" he whispered urgently, despite the rather tiny room they found themselves in, he was oddly comfortable.
"Don't say anything, just hear me out ok"
By the time she re-gained her composure she found herself in a rather tiny broom closet… alone, with…
"Please just listen to what I have to say!" he pleaded as she opened her mouth as if to talk.
She closed her mouth and leaned her back against the door, with a confused and rather worried (but interested) look on her face. She gazed upon him and realized she was body-to-body with a gorgeous 17 year old boy, with ahem rather entrancing eyes.
"Look Hermione, I know that you've always thought of me as a jerk, and I know you hate me, but when you talked to me this afternoon I felt like you could understand me, like, what I'm thinking… and I wanted to apologize for being a right royal arsehole for these last 6 years. And maybe I could explain that well, I think I'm in love with you. And I'm nothing like my father, and I want to help you." Shit I'm babbling! He thought…
As he spoke, she noticed that he leaned slightly forward on his leg and tapped his foot nervously…
As it was a rather TINY closet she could feel the quick tapping movement of his leg against her hips and thighs… and his words softly faded away. Wait a second!
Her head snapped up as she realized EXACTLY what he had been saying. She looked him deep in the eyes and saw only sincerity. Her heart gave an involuntary wrench.
"I-I-Uh-I, I need to… air, away. Cant! But I don't…" her words were all a mess. She couldn't form a sentence. She stopped, took a deep breath and started again.
"OK, I don't know what exactly is happening right now, why you are telling me this or why we are being friendly. Or WHY I'm squashed against you in this closet. But, well I uh, I have to go… I cant…" With that she pulled her body away from his and turned towards the door, facing her back to the tall good looking boy that had just told her he…
"What just happened!?" she asked herself, as she was running back towards her common room.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot" Draco repeated as he smacked his head against the door that Hermione had just recently departed through.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot" Hermione repeated to herself as she sat in bed. She recalled that Draco had told her that he LOVED her, or at least that he thought he did.
"Ohh God!! How could I have been so Stupid!" she stated as she remembered herself leaving in a hurry without so much as a response. That must have hurt!
But! What would she have said if she did respond? Did she love him back? What exactly were her feelings for Draco..?
As Hermione walked into potions the next day, she glanced at Draco before taking a seat directly behind him. To be sure that there was no eye-to-eye contact. Although, she wasn't sure how safe this seating would be, as she found herself staring at the back of his pale porcelain neck. As if he could sense her eyes on him she saw small Goosebumps rise over his perfect skin.
She looked away and turned her gaze to snape, who had just entered the potions room. He turned to the class and smirked, almost as if he had a deadly secret.
"Today class… we will be brewing 'il tiro di amanti'. It will not be taken by any of the students, but it will be brewed." She sneered at the class's obvious lack of understanding
"Ok does anyone here know what that is..?"
"Lovers Draught" drawled a voice from in front of Hermione.
"Very good Draco, you seem to be the only student that can speak French, I take it your father taught you this?" snape replied evenly
Hermione noticed the very small wince that Draco made at the mention of his father. He must really not like him she thought. Which then made her wonder why…
"Yes sir" was all that he replied with, although he knew snape wished him to elaborate; he did not want to talk about his father. His stupid, arrogant, moronic father…
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Sorry guys but that's the end of the chapter, I know it's short and I wish I could write more. But I'd like to keep you coming back, wanting to read the rest…. Please R&R!!!