DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters or anything, you all know the drill…
Ron mentally kicked himself for not hiding his gaze. Blushing red to the roots of his hair he hoped Harry wasn't noticing. He finished his shower quickly and stumbled out of the steam, carefully avoiding his friend. He dressed sullenly and exited the building just as Harry turned his shower off. Harry was still analysing the look Ron had thrown him. When their eyes had met Harry had felt something… Something unusual, something he hadn't felt before, and it scared him. He made sure to stay in the shower until he heard Ron close the door as he left.
Wandering through the hallways back to the library Hermione still couldn't get her brief encounter with Draco out of her mind. Uncomfortable with the direction her thoughts were taking she detoured and for the second time that day began the trek up to the owlery. Reaching the top she walked to the window, catching sight of her red haired torment red faced and angry, walking swiftly away from the change rooms. Her heart caught in her throat she held back tears and her eyes took in his stumbling progress. What had caused him such anger she wondered, and wished once again to be the one able to take away all his sorrows extinguish his anger. She dreamt of a time where a single glance from her could light up his world. She longed to be the source of all his laughter and joy. Dissolving into heart wrenching sobs she once again brandished the silver weapon.
He heard her call his name, the sound echoing through the empty halls and reverberating in his mind. He hesitated for a moment, considering, but was off again, unsure and confused about everything. He knew he loved Harry, but wasn't willing to stand between him and Ron. He wanted Harry to be happy, but he wouldn't sacrifice Harry's happiness for his own, ever. Wandering aimlessly for a while, bumping into students and taking his confusion and unhappiness out on them, he decided to head back up to the owlery to think about Harry and ponder on how the encounter with Hermione had made him feel.
Reaching the last stair Draco became aware of a soft sobbing. He let his gaze settle on the dishevelled Hermione in the corner, skin pallid, streaked with crimson dampness. Her vulnerability so clearly exposed excited him. Here was someone hurting more than he was.
So engulfed in her own sorrow Hermione didn't notice Draco as he walked into the room. He lowered himself beside her and touched her arm. Shocked at the contact she jumped, turning her head to stop eye level with him. She stared into his eyes, barely registering who he was, and allowed herself to become tangled up in his gaze. Draco felt stripped by her, it seemed as though she was seeing right into his soul but he couldn't break the contact, it seemed too special, too intimate. Overwhelmed by the day and seeking relief Hermione dropped her head onto his chest and burst into tears, the silver blade forgotten at her side. Delicately and hesitantly Draco slid his arm around her heaving shoulders. She leaned into him, tangling her fingers in his shirt. Protectively he tightened his grip, clutching her gently to his chest.