Harry Potter had the strangest look on his face, the next morning at breakfast (which, Hermione had to admit, it was a miracle he was up for). "Here you go, Hermione," he said casually, as he dropped a small hankerchief with a celtic knot on it in front of her. Hermione's heart felt like it stopped, as she had to physically prevent herself from glancing up at Malfoy. "Where'd you get this?" Hermione whispered.
"Snub-nosed pug," Potter said, speaking in code even though nobody was sitting nearby. Hermione smirked, and swatted at him. "As I can't imagine why she'd be giving me this... and since everyone knows when I don't understand something, you're the first person I go to..." Harry batted his eyelashes, and Hermione laughed at him, giving him a warm hug.
"Thank you," Hermione said, knowing that Draco Malfoy's eyes were sure to be on her. Unlike Hermione Granger, he had a reputation of staring at Harry Potter nee Scarhead. She hoped he'd take the displaced hug well, and wasn't looking jealous. Jealousy never looked good on blondes.
Hermione ate quickly before heading off to the library. Harry tagged along, at least halfway, teasing her about not knowing what it meant. She looked around, checking to make sure that no one was looking, and then said, "That's part of the fun!"
Harry laughed, his head tilted up towards the sky, and then sobered, looking fondly at Hermione, saying, "Only you, Hermione, only you."
[a/n: Draco was driving himself up a wall because he was unable to see Hermione. Guesses as to what a Celtic knot means?
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