The next day Hermione awoke. She rolled over her hand landing on an empty pillow beside her. Was it all a dream? Her eyes opened quickly and she scanned the room for any sign of Draco. She didn't see anything. Darn it. She lay back down and turned on her side only then seeing the indent on the pillow beside her. He had been right there. She scooted over and placed her cheek in the dent and breathed in deeply. It smelt of Draco. She smiled.

Draco walked quickly to class, unsure how to he would act around Hermione after the night before. She had been so delicate, lying in his arms. Just thinking about it his heartbeat quickened. He pictured how she looked in his mind, her soft lips slightly parted, breathing so precisely patterned, and the delicate smile she had when he kissed her goodbye on the cheek when he left. He smiled, but only slightly. After all… he was a Malfoy.

Draco quickly pulled out his notebook as soon as McGonagall started talking. "With this spell that I repeat may they see what I write May their quill repeat every word that flows and may they see What I want them to know" Draco muttered toward his quill. Then he paused with it above the paper contemplating what to write. Finally, he dipped the feather into the ink and placed it on the parchment.

Hey.

"Hey" appeared on Hermione's parchment by her own hand, and she smiled once again. She looked over at Draco and saw his give her a cautious smile before returning to writing. Her hand started moving again, but in his handwriting not hers. Can't believe I didn't notice that when he wrote me that poem. She read what he was writing.

Hey. I just wanted to… thank you for last night. You don't have to write back but if you do want to the spell is With this spell that I repeat may they see what I write May their quill repeat every word that flows and may they see What I want them to know.

Hermione whispered the spell and then wrote back.

Hey. You're welcome. Why did you leave so early this morning?

I didn't want you to get in trouble.

Oh. Well, you didn't have to worry; Mrs. Pomphry thinks I'm the schools' angel.

Ha-ha. Well, I didn't want to take the chance.

Thank you.

You're welcome. So…

So… how did you sleep?

The best sleep I have had in a very long time. And you?

I slept well.

Oh, that hurts. Just well?

Ok, very well. Hermione smiled.

Better. Can I tell you something without you getting freaky?

'Getting freaky'. What do you mean?

Like, thinking I'm some sort of stalker.

Hello. I already think you are some sort of stalker.

Ouch.

But that doesn't matter. I won't think of you any worse, so you can tell me.

No. its ok I didn't really want to tell you. Hermione looked over and saw him staring back at her teasingly.

Hey! I was just kidding. Tell me.

Nu uh.

Come on. Please!

What do I get?

The pleasure of knowing that I want to know.

Not enough sorry.

What do you want?

Hmm… oh there are so many things I can think of.

Draco!

Ok, ok. Hmmm. I can't think of anything off the top of my head. Well, yes I can but I don't think you would do them. Any ideas?

How about I put on the ring?

Ok. Do it and I'll tell you.

Fine. Hermione pulled the ring out of her backpack. She slowly slid it on her finger the warmth of it caressing her like soft kisses trailing down her hand. Happiness? She looked over at Draco wiggling her fingers to show she was wearing it.

Happiness?

Yes, are you happy now?

Oh, yes very happy.

So tell me.

Tell you what?

Not funny. Tell me.

Ok, fine just because it's you.

Huh?

Nothing. It's only that I miss you.

Really? How can you miss me, we are talking.

I don't know I just know that I miss you.

Describe to me this feeling of miss-age.

No thanks.

Come on. After last night I think we are open with each other.

You know I could say something very perverted right now, but I am restraining myself.

Thank you. Now describe.

Fine. It's like, a yearning to be next to you. I can watch you from here but it doesn't make the feeling go away. I just want to smell your hair again, intertwine my fingers with yours, and listen to your heartbeat. Hermione smiled as the blood rushed to her face, blushing. Gosh don't do that.

Do what?

Blush.

Why?

Because.

Because why?

Because it makes it worse.

Oh. Um…sorry?

It's ok.

Wait, you smelt my hair?

…yes...

Wow.

What?

You really are a stalker.

Hey!

I'm just kidding.

So not funny.

Yes it was.

Was not.

Whatever.

It smelt good.

Um. Thanks?

You're welcome.

You smell good too.

You SMELT me?

Yes.

Wow.

What?

You really are a stalker.

Very funny.

I thought so.

Well, you do smell good.

What do I smell like? I've never really stopped to smell myself.

Oh come on like I would remember.

You do though.

And how do you know that?

You're blushing again.

Oh. No fair!

What?

I blush.

So?

You don't.

And how do you know?

Because I've been watching.

You watch me. Oh Hermione.

Ha-ha.

Wait no. I'm really interested, what do I smell like.

It's like a mix of a musky scent, and peppermint.

Oh. Well, I have an excuse for both.

Enlighten me.

Shampoo is peppermint scented and my deodorant is the musky stuff.

Oh.

Yep.

So…

I bet I know what you're thinking.

Oh, really and what is that?

Oh Draco, what a hunk, will you sweep me off my feet and straight to the dorms?

Ew.

Ha-ha. Sorry I couldn't help it.

Obviously.

No, I bet what you are thinking is, 'what do I smell like?' That's it huh?

Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner.

You smell like vanilla.

Oh.

Is it perfume or something?

Shampoo.

Oh.

Yep.

I think I'm going to buy some vanilla scented candles or something.

Ha-ha. Very funny.

No I'm serious.

I have one.

Oooo, can I have it.

Hmm, what do I get?

Oh, Hermione, I think you have been hanging out with me to much. You are picking up on my bad habits.

But this one seems so profitable.

Yes, well it is.

So what do I get?

That isn't the question. The question is 'what do you want.'

Hmm, I want you to do something nice for me.

Oh good.

What?

Well, I was afraid you were going to make me stick ice down my pants.

Oh that is a good idea.

Well, I'd rather not.

Why?

Manly reasons.

Manly. Uh-huh.

3,2,1… Draco thought.

Oh! Hahaha! It's not as if I would be looking.

Suuuuuuuuure.

The perverted one out of the two of us is you. Don't forget.

Yes but remember, my bad habits are being transferred to precious Hermione.

Well, not that one.

You can't choose which ones will become attached.

We will see.

Hermione and Draco were both snapped back to reality at the sound of everyone packing up. She sent him a big smile before closing her notebook and putting it back in her backpack. He smiled back at her, common curtsey, all the while wondering what he could do that would be nice. Hermione stood and joined Harry, Ron, and Ashlee, who Hermione was beginning to get used to, as they walked out of the room. Ashlee noticed the ring first.

"Oh, Hermione. What a beautiful ring! Who gave that to you?"

"Someone very special." Hermione smiled to herself as she twisted the ring on her finger, too absorbed in the feelings she had of safety and happiness to notice Ron and Harry exchange looks of curiosity.

M/S: Hey! A long chapter! I know i know its mostly just one line each, but hey its longer! Thank you for the people who reviewed. Sorry it's been so long, i'm starting to loose the time, and addiction of writing. And dun dun dun the only thing keeping me writing are your reviews. So dag nabbit review! (well that is if you want me to keep writing of course)