I'm bored senseless, so I'm going to type a third chapter. This is one of my favorite chapters. Hermione's awake and Draco comes in and…. I'm going to shut up now and let you read. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

Chapter 12

Snowfalls and Awakenings

Draco's POV

I hadn't slept properly since the Masquerade Ball. I'd toss and turn all night, until finally, in the wee hours of the morning; I would fall into a troubled sleep, plagued with horrible nightmares. I would get up after two or three hours of sleep and go to class. After class I would go to the infirmary. After spending an hour or two there, I would go back to my room and summon a house elf for food. It was Thursday afternoon, and it had been over a week and a half since Hermione had collapsed. For some reason, I was worried about Hermione. My mind stopped. Why was I calling her Hermione? She is a mud…. I stopped again. She is a witch, and a damn good one. I shook my head and finished up my potion. Snape walked over and inspected it, nodding his approval.

"Professor, may I leave early today, I have an assignment to complete for another class."

"Certainly, Mister Malfoy." Snape swept off to ridicule other students potions. Draco packed up his stuff and left. As soon as he stepped into the hall, he picked up his pace and almost ran to the infirmary. He stepped inside the door and stopped short. She was sitting up in bed, and her face had turned toward the door when he walked in. Draco recovered quickly and walked over to her bed. She was squinting at him like she couldn't see him clearly.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell who you are. I can't see. Its one of the effects of the crap that lady gave me." She scowled and Draco smiled slightly at how angry she looked. She was actually mad at a professor.

"When did you wake up?"

"Ummm, I can't remember. That's the other effect of the potion. It's like a huge fog has settled in my brain. I can't remember anything. The lady said my name is Hermione Anne Granger and that I'm a witch at Hogwarts and that I'm head girl. I guess it feels right, but I'm not sure. Anyway, who are you and why are you visiting me? Your voice is familiar, but I don't know who you are or what you look like."

"You're rambling." Draco chuckled.

"I know. But who are you?" The questioning look returned to her face.

"You can call me Antonio." He smiled at her.

"Antonio" she said it slowly as if trying to remember. "What's today?"

"Thursday, why?"

"No, what's the date?"

"The 11 of November. But why?" He watched her expression. She looked shocked.

"I didn't realize it was that late in the year. The last thing I remember is…" She stopped and looked up at me, then shook her head. "Has it snowed yet?"

"No, not yet." Draco glanced out the window. "Wait, it's snowing now." He looked back at Hermione. She seemed to be debating with herself on whether or not to say something. "What is it?"

"I love the first snowfall of the season. It's always the prettiest." She looked at him, hope in her eyes. "I can't see it. Will you- will you describe it to me?"

"Sure." He looked back out the window. "It's falling softly, in big flakes. As it hits the ground, it melts; but it's just starting to stick to the roof. The wind is swirling it slightly as it floats down. There are a few people outside and the snow is falling around them." He turned back to her. She was breathing regularly, but a small smile sat on her lips. She was beautiful; anyone would have to admit that. He leaned over and planted a small kiss on her lips, barely touching them; then stood and left.

There! Chapter 12! My favorite. It's really sweet, at least I think so. Draco is coming out of himself. *sigh* Ok, I'm going to shut my trap so you can leave a review. *Wink Nudge* Reviewers get 'Mini Fudge Shoppe Fudge Stripe cookies!' (Ok, I know I'm hopeless, don't rub it in.)

~WF + LA~