Draco Malfoy's mind was whirling. There were so many things to think about - so many possibilities. He'd shoved Granger off to class, but, as he watched her, he could see that had been a mistake, just a lesser one. She was so transparent - every time she thought of a new question, she shifted in her seat - mostly straightened, and got this look in her eye that Draco thought meant "I should write this down."
Which she didn't. She had that much sense at least.
As to Draco himself? He had a lot of practice keeping his feelings hidden. And "do what you usually do" is an easy act to follow. He smirked, and executed spells, and even read an entire page of Ancient Runes in class.
That didn't mean he put the leastest bit of effort into any of that. It was all automatic.
Draco Malfoy didn't have the ghost of a plan. Instead, he had possibilities, and post-possibilities, and designs that might fit, if a pattern was to form at all... That's the problem with too little information - you wind up chasing after ghosts rather than after reality.
The only thing Draco Malfoy was relatively certain about was: She's going to think I'm insane for kissing her. Literally. Insane. There'd been nothing that she could recognize in their past encounters... at least Granger was likely to listen, and not instantly conclude he was hepped on some Love Potion or another.
That would be a disaster.
Ally? Lover? Friend? Wife? Draco's silver-grey eyes found Granger, and he sneered, his eyes trying - in vain - to predict outcomes that turned on things that hadn't even happened yet.
[a/n: Granger's just curious. Draco's busy trying to see the future, in vain. And too preoccupied to have seen the obvious...
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