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Draco sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He had just had a refreshing nap, and it did not surprise him to see the evening sun from his room window. He had been tired.
The events of the afternoon came back to him slowly, and he facepalmed automatically. Seriously, Draco? You can't think of any other ways to make a woman like you other than throwing pillows at her? But then women usually were attracted to him after taking a single look at his face.
Draco did not have much experience in the crush department, and Hermione Granger was different from most women. Well, at least he had made her smile.
He started when he heard footsteps approaching, and relaxed when he realized it was just Hermione. He pulled the covers over him and clutched a pillow to his chest. When Hermione came up to his bed, he tried to tell her to fight him again, but he failed miserably.
He started to cough, drool spewing out of his mouth. He couldn't breathe. It was probably a good thing that Hermione, expression never changing, cast a spell to stop his coughing and forced a few potions down his throat.
As the potions burned their way down to his gut, Draco flushed bright red when he realized how badly he had messed up. He looked up at Hermione, who was currently scribbling something on her bloody clipboard, and very fortunately not meeting his eyes. He did not think he could look at her directly after what he had just done.
When Hermione finally looked up, she smiled warmly at him and reassured him: "Coughing fits like this are to be expected, Draco. This time, it was because you slept slightly too long and didn't take your potions. I was just going to come over to check on you."
Thus reassured, Draco returned her smile and started to drum his fingers on his bedside table. He searched for a topic of conversation, and what he blurted out was: "Why am I in Mungo's, um, Hermione?" He still wasn't quite used to calling her by her first name.
"Would you really like to know, Draco?" Hermione said, then blushed fiercely. "I think I know what I want, Hermione," Draco smirked, pleased at the discomfort he was causing her.
"Ah, yes." Hermione cleared her throat before continuing. "Well, you and your friends were at the Dragon Heart, and, um, you had quite too much to drink, and the night ended with you challenging a slightly woozy Zabini to a duel over…." She trailed off before clearing her throat again loudly.
Draco was now as pink as a bloody strawberry as he basked in the lovely glow of knowing he had done embarrassing things. And in public, no less! "Over what, Hermione?" he managed to force out through gritted teeth.
"Oversomewitchwhichyouhaveacrushon!" Hermione sputtered quickly before flushing red. "What?" Draco asked again, some of his embarrassment fading away because Hermione was clearly sensitive to this topic.
"For Merlin's sake, Draco!" Hermione shrieked. "I said, over, some, witch, you, have, a, crush, on!"
"And?" Draco asked, smirking.
"And nothing! Take these potions before night, as you can go home tomorrow morning. I'm leaving now. Um, bye." Hermione said quickly before turning round and leaving.
Draco chuckled quietly to himself before picking up a book to read.
Draco knows what Hermione is thinking! What's going to transpire…..tomorrow? Please review and let me know what you guys think. Thank you!