I don't own anything except my dreams of Draco.

In the blink of an eye

All your trace evils die

Have you seen longer days

Tell me we're still awake

-Alex Lloyd

(Herminoe's POV)

I was curled up on a few old, saggy cushions at the library with some Numerology textbooks, completely absorbed.  That's why it took me so long to notice Malfoy, who had been standing in front of me for quite some time.  He had much the same look about him as the night before, but he seemed desperate to hide the fact the he had any feelings whatsoever about the death of his mother, who, judging by his ease around her at the Quidditch World Cup a year ago, he was very close with.  Silently, he sat down on the floor a few metres away with a Potions textbook and regarded me with interest, as though searching for something.  I was amazed – he still hadn't insulted me in any way.  Finally he spoke in a dull, mechanical monotone that held no emotion whatsoever.  For some reason I found my self leaning forward to listen. "Sorry about last night."

"You were upset," I said softly, as though this gave me some reason for my out–of–character behaviour.  He still looked at me, his gaze not wavering.  His blue-grey eyes bore into mine.  I could almost feel the pain these eyes held, and with much embarrassment I looked away.   What had happened to Malfoy?  The once sophisticated Ice Prince of Hogwarts had become an emotionless mess.  I was unsure how to act around him.  I tried to imagine how I would feel if my mother were murdered by my father.  Complete devastation, of course, but I couldn't quite imagine feeling that utterly alone. 

----Draco's POV----

Whe she finally noticed me, I felt the sudden urge to sit as close to her as I possibly could.  But aside from the fact that she was Mudblood Granger and it would completely ruin my reputation (not that it, or anything else, mattered at all to me anymore) I was certain she would push me away in disgust.

 I apologised for last night and was pleased with how secure and emotionless my voice sounded.  A while ago I would have spoken with authority, expecting to be treated like the social royalty I knew I was.  What has happened to me?

----Harry's POV----

I stood alone in the Owlery for almost an hour after Draco left.  I couldn't help but worry about Hermione.  I think that I am in love with her.

 How can this have happened after seven years of such close friendship? Perhaps I am going out my mind, just like Malfoy has always said.  Malfoy.  The name alone is enough to make me sick, especially when I think of him with Hermione.  What if they do end up together? A few days ago, this suggestion  would have made me laugh, but after Colin Creevey's revelation I have quite changed feelings on the matter.

----Hermione's POV---- (sorry about all the changes here guys!)

Malfoy stood up.  Suddenly I realised I didn't want him to leave; didn't want to let him out of my sight.  I was so worried that he might try something really stupid.  But he wouldn't, I told myself firmly.  He wouldn't do anything like that to himself. 

He had sat down again, with a different book – this time much closer to me.  I tensed, but found myself edging a little closer to him too. 

"Are you sure you're OK?" I whispered, but we were so close he could hear me quite clearly. 

"I'm fine," he replied quietly, but I could see by the look in his eyes and the tear now creeping down his face that he most certainly was not fine.

"I don't think you…" I began, but was cut off by Malfoy's lips brushing against my cheek.  I looked up in shock, and was caught by his cold grey stare. 

He leant in to kiss me again, this time on my lips.  My arm went up to encircle his neck without my knowledge, my other hand supporting my weight on the floor.  He moved up so that he was almost on top of me, and I fell back against the old grey cushions.  Suddenly, I realised what I was doing: KISSING MALFOY.  I gasped into Malfoy's mouth and Malfoy, taking it as a sign of pleasure, deepened the kiss.  His fingers ran through my hair that I had permanently straightened with a potion last year, and my arm was still around his neck….

"Hermione?!" A shocked voice interrupted us.  I pulled back from Malfoy; my arm went straight back down to the floor.  Malfoy's hair was tousled and his lips were red.  I looked up to see Harry, standing above us with a look of astonishment and something that looked like hurt spread across his face.  I stretched out my arm as though to catch the leg of his jeans as he turned away.  "Harry! WAIT!" But I was too late, as Harry had ran out the library door.

I turned to Draco (Did I just call him Draco??).  "Look, whatever happened…"

"It's OK.  I know that I have no chance against Wonder Boy."  He gave a half-heartedly sarcastic smile.  "Don't worry about it.  I guess it was just a one-off thing."  He stood up and left.

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