Author's Notes: Chapter 2: Flashbacks… Hermione reminisce while she eats breakfast…

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here… just the plot…

Hermione sat on the porch with a cup of coffee and a sandwich. The sun wasn't up yet but she can see streaks of the sun's rays on the sky. It reminded her of an event that happened years ago.

"Hermione Granger?" Professor McGonagall said.

Hermione approached the chair where Professor McGonagall is holding the Sorting Hat. As she sat down, she saw a pair of handsome green eyes staring at her.

"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat said.

When Hermione sat down with the other Gryffindors, Professor McGonagall called, "Draco Malfoy?"

'His name is Draco Malfoy.' Hermione thought. 'What an interesting person!'

As Draco sat on the chair, the Sorting Hat yelled, "Slytherin!"

'Oh. He's on Slytherin.' Hermione thought. 'I wish I'll be sharing classes with him.'

Hermione went back to her senses. The sun was shining brightly on her face. Harry wasn't awake yet. She went inside and washed her cup. She threw away her sandwich in the trash.

Then, Hermione recalled something that would make her feel sadder.

When the prefects were on patrol, Hermione, as prefect, saw someone on the garden at night, throwing rocks at the lake.

She walked toward the person. When she got nearer, she stopped walking because the person was Draco, who is another prefect.

"What are you doing here, Granger?" Draco asked.

Hermione answered, "I came here to check who that person, throwing rocks at this time of night. Since I found out that it was you, I just better go." Hermione started to walk away.

Draco held her hand. "Please, join me. Keep me company."

Hermione looked surprised. "Why would you want me as your company? Am I just trash for you purebloods?"

Draco answered, "I want you to be here beside me. I want you because –" He stopped talking. Then, he continued. "because I just want to."

Hermione sat down beside Draco. A few inches more, Draco would be able to touch Hermione's shoulder.

"You smell so nice." Draco complemented.

Hermione blushed. "Thanks. It's called Autumn Roses."

Draco answered. "I see…"

Hermione suddenly shivered. "It's cold here."

Draco suddenly wrapped his arms around her. "Do you feel warm now?"

Hermione broke away. "Please don't do that." Then she stood up.

"Why?" Draco asked.

"It makes me too uncomfortable." She suddenly walked away. But then, she looked back. "I did feel warm in your embrace."

Hermione felt that today wasn't her day. She saw Harry walk out of the door.

"I guess he still thinks that I'm still asleep." Hermione said to herself.

Then, she remembered something from her sessions in the pensieve.

He entered the Hospital Wing like he does every night. Hermione was still asleep because of the spell Draco threw.

Draco touched her face. "I'm so sorry, my angel."

Draco stayed there for a few more moments, studying every feature of Hermione's face. Then, he left.

Hermione was crying as she recalled that memory. "He really does love me… and now I am so sure that I do too."

Author's Notes: This is Chapter 2. Short, yet it showed the true meaning of this chapter. Please Review.