Hogwarts Romance chapter 4

Hermione was sitting in the Gryffindor tower looking out of the window. She had tried to do some homework but had to much on her mind that interrupted her. It was a week since the incident with Malfoy in that corridor and Malfoy had behaved most bizarre during the past days.

Ron and Harry had noticed it to. He just wasn't himself. He for example hadn't teased anyone, as far as they knew and he had spent most of the lessons they had together staring at her and it just got worse by every day.

At care of magical creatures lessons he had tried to approach her and only making studdering sounds. When she had wondered what he wanted he just had blushed and turned away, which itself was odd because she had never seen him blush nor appear totally speechless.

But the worst thing was this afternoon when he had ran after her after potions,(in which he had stared at her all the time before Snape had asked him if he really was going to ad more afodill because the potion was deep red instead of turquoise) and told her that she got to stop, but she was to frightened to do so, she thought he had got mad or something because he was breathing so heavily. Although he looked kind of cute with his pink cheeks, panting.

First when she had noticed him watching her she thought she had something between her teeth. But when she asked Harry if she looked strange or something he told her that she looked fine, even cute. That was another thing, Harry had started to compliment her. Hermione thought that he might had a crush on her, but hoped it would go away soon because although Harry was really cute and handsome, he was nothing else than a good friend and she preferred it to stay that way.

But back to Malfoy... when she realised that she was looking all fine and Draco still kept on glancing on her she thought that he might like her, but that itself was so bizarre because he had always hated her. Always did he tell her what a ugly besserwisser she was and that she was a filthy mudblood. So it just felt so odd that he might have some romantic feelings towards her that she dismissed the thought right away.

In a different common room someone was tearing his hair apart out of frustration. Draco Malfoy thought he was actually going mad. This love was like poison. He had realised that he liked, fancied, adored and even loved Hermione Granger. He couldn't take his eyes of her at lessons and thought of her all the time. The high points of his day was when he was in the same room as her. He felt really happy and at the same time terrified that he never would touch her. But he wanted to do more, so much more.

He dreamed of her at night and fantasised of her at breakfast at brakes and at lessons with Hufflepuffs and Rawenclaws and they all seemed to end up with them humping in the broomstickshed.

This afternoon he had tried to tell her how he feel but scared her off and she ran away. How was he ever going to tell her? He was running out of ideas and the thing in Hagrid's lesson was a big disaster. He had tried to compliment her by her hair or something but the tongue didn't want to pronounce the words and all he made sound was some embarrassing studdering. But tomorrow was Friday, last day of the week and tomorrow something had to happen. He was going to make another attempt to approach her.

Hermione had finished her homework and had went trough Harry's and Ron's essays to professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher and corrected them.

" well I think I go to sleep now" she said.

"All right, Mione" Harry said "well goodnight Hun"

"Yeah and sleep tight" Ron added.

"Thanks, Goodnight you guys..." Hermione replied, smiling and climbed the stairs up her dorm.