Hey there! You're gonna have to read this chapter again for the oncoming chapters to make sense - at least the part where Hermione asks Draco something when he comes back.

Warning: Slash

Disclaimer: I own no characters mentioned

Summary: Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Head Girl. Hermione falls for Draco and Harry agrees to accompany her to get nearer to the Slytherin Prince. EEP! Is this just the chance for Draco to get Harry, or does the ice prince melt his heart for the girl?

The sound of stone scraping against stone made Hermione Granger looked up from her copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. She scrambled off her bed and to the door. She had been waiting for Draco to come back to get a chance at talking to the blonde.

The Head Girl couldn't help but grimace a little at how much she was sounding like a Slytherin girl who was always clinging to the Slytherin prince.

Hermione then reverted her attention back to peeking out through a small crack of her door. When she caught sight of something so blonde it was almost white, she opened her door slightly more and stepped out and in front of a disgruntled Slytherin Head Boy.

Draco Malfoy pulled his head back when he noticed that the cold grey stone floor had abruptly changed shape and colour to that of a pair of bare feet. He blinked, trying to comprehend why his messed-up mind chose feet of all things to confuse him further. When he still didn't make a move to raise his head, the toes on the feet wiggled. Only then did he look up into the brown eyes of one of the Golden Trio.

"Hi, Draco," the girl greeted albeit a little nervously.

"Ah… Granger." Although the two of them had become somewhat of friends, the Slytherin still couldn't bring himself to call whom he once called a Mudblood by her name. "Is anything the matter?"

The lack of sufficient light must have been getting to Draco, because he thought he saw a pink tinge spread across the girl's face. She looked down at her feet.

"Um… nothing, really. I was just thinking… um, well…"

Draco tried not to let his irritation show on his face, not that the girl could see, what with her head bowed so low like that. Draco made a mental note that if ever he became better friends with the other Head, he would advice her to have more confidence in herself. But the lack in self-esteem hadn't made itself known until now. He vaguely wondered what was wrong.

But anyhow, the blonde boy was getting slightly agitated. He was tired, he was getting hungry and he had just been through something he wasn't very pleased with – which coincidentally involved the girl in front of him and her two other pals.

He suppressed a sigh. No matter how much of a Slytherin he was, he did still have manners.

"I'm really quite tired, Granger. If anything is the matter, I think I'm mentally prepared enough to know what it is," Draco cut off Hermione's nervous shifting and the girl looked up.

"Er, yeah. I'm sorry. But I was just wondering… Do you want to… you know… um, studyafterschooltogether?"

All Draco did was raise and eyebrow and give a look that not-quite-subtly said, 'Waste more time and not only will you be ignored, you will be dead.'

So Hermione gulped and trying not to run back into her room just to hide the flaring redness of her face, she said, clear and loud this time, "Do you want to study after school together? Tomorrow."

Draco frowned and opened his mouth to reply. But Hermione interrupted him.

"I know you think this is weird, I mean, we've known each other barely a month! But, you know… Well, Er… Studying… studying is good! So I was just thinking, you know," Hermione explained.

The Head Boy furrowed his brow as he thought about it. Then he shrugged. "I'm all right, I guess. Tell me the details some other time."

And he was gone up the stairs.

Hermione couldn't help the feeling of disappointment from spreading through her entire body at how the boy had seemed eager to get out of her presence.

Oh, well, she thought as she retreated back into her room and allowed a smile to grace her lips. At least he agreed.

She put away her book with a flick of her wand and settled down comfortably into her pillows and sheets.

She couldn't wait until tomorrow.

As the Slytherin prince closed his door quietly behind him, his robe slid from his shoulders to the floor, and the boy was just too tired to pick it up right now. He walked over to his bed and plopped face-down.

He sighed as he remembered the events that had just happened a few moments before he had come back.

As many of you may have guessed, yes, Draco Malfoy did follow Harry Potter.

The white blonde covered his eyes with his arms as he scolded himself for being carried away.

No matter how smitten he was with the Golden boy, it was no excuse to go stalking the boy.

And yes, Draco Malfoy was… in love with the-boy-who-lived. It was still a little hard to think it outright, even if he had admitted – to himself of course – that he did love (not just like, mind you) the Gryffindor boy almost a year ago.

Draco ran his hands through his hair as he tugged at the strands. He shouldn't have gotten carried away and followed the brown-haired boy. He almost gave himself away.

As he got up to take a quick rinse, he shuddered at the consequences of the raven-haired boy knowing about his feelings. No, he couldn't bear it.

45 minutes later found a much more relaxed Draco sprawled across his velvet green sheets.

Just as eyelids were ready to shut grey orbs from the world, a loud peck on glass made Draco shoot up in his bed.

He whipped around to look at his window and squinted to see a dark barn owl resting on his window ledge. He furrowed his brow as he walked over to the window, wand in hand and ready to strike.

Whoever would be sending him something so late at night?

A tiny ray of hope shone as he thought over the possibilities. Could it be Harry? He was the only one known to have an invisibility cloak. And seeing the time, whoever had sent the owl needed the cloak.

Then he shook his head. Why would the green-eyed boy send him something anyway?

But anyhow, back to the task at hand. Draco cautiously lifted the window, but the owl stood where it was, holding out the leg that carried the small piece of parchment. He untied it and the bird flew off.

He shut the window again and walked over to his armchair and unrolled the piece of paper.

His eyes widened as he let his jaw drop.

He stared at the seven words a moment longer before he slumped back against the chair back, eyes still wide, jaw still down.

He didn't even notice the parchment drop from his hand and to the floor.

Now the words were for all to see.

'I love you. I'll be watching you.'