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Draco sat down by himself at the Slytherin table and ate his dinner silently. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw Harry throw him a few glances. After his meal, he returned to his common room and studied for a while. Though boring, Draco knew good grades would look great to Hermione. But he couldn't concentrate, his mind kept wandering. Eventually, he gave in to sleep.
Hermione spent the duration of the next day avoiding any period of time alone with Ron. She basically stuck herself to Harry. Although she didn't know it, this really peeved Ron. "Are you going to come watch us practice today on the pitch?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded, "Of course." She told them with a reassuring smile.
Hermione made her way down to the Quidditch pitch that afternoon, bundled up in all of her Gryffindor gear. She watched them play absentmindedly, her mind entirely elsewhere.
Afterwards, Hermione left and went to the room of requirement, where she spent a while studying before going back to Gryffindor tower. Once she'd finished all of her homework, she went and took her books home and then went to the Great Hall for dinner. Hermione sat on the side of her table that faced the Slytherins, and Draco did the same. He smiled at her and she smiled back, wishing she was able to actually sit with him. They gave each other a few looks through the meal, and Harry and Ron sat on the other side of the table. Ron noticed Hermiones facial expression and thought she was staring at Harry, which angered him very much. "If you guys want to flirt secretly, you might want to wait until I'm not around!" He yelled. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron and then at each other. "What are you talking about?" Harry asked. "Like you don't know! Hermiones been avoiding me all day and especially close to you. Do you guys think I'm stupid?" He asked. For a moment, Hermione considered answering this question, but decided against it. "I don't want to talk about this here, Ronald. But Harry and I are most definitely not a couple, nor are we flirting." She said angrily.
"No. Lets talk about it. You'll just keep avoiding me." Ron told her. Hermione sighed, "What do you want me to say?" she asked. "I told you I loved you and you completely ignored me." he said. "I stand by what I said after the war. I just don't feel that way about you." She whispered. Ron stood up and left the room. Harry and Hermione exchanged looks and finished their dinner quietly.
Back in the common room, Ron sat in the chair, staring into the fire. He didn't know how to feel, he'd been sure that Hermione did love him deep down, and just hadn't know it. He was wrong, and it hurt. Hermione entered the room and sat in the chair beside Ron's. "I'm sorry." she said to him. Ron didn't look at her. "Who is he?" was all he said.
"Who?" She asked. He looked over at her. "Whoever this guy is that changed your mind about me." he answered. Hermione stared at him for a few moments before saying anything, "Nobody changed my mind. I said this to you months ago. It just isn't what I want."
"Alright, then. It is what it is." Ron told her as he went upstairs.
Hermione went upstairs and changed into her favorite pair of fuzzy, warm pajamas from home. She'd gotten them from her mother. Warm in bed, Hermione dwelled on her conversation with Ron, but eventually fell asleep.
Draco had watched the argument between Hermione, Harry, and Ron. He wasn't entirely sure what it was about, but he thought he heard Ron yell something about feelings. He'd always had the impression that Ron liked Hermione, so it could've possibly been about that.
Later that night, Draco laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. He tried to sleep, but his mind kept wandering to Hermione and this led to an idea. Draco grabbed his broom and a blanket and went up the stairs to his dormitory, and walked over to the window. As he was unlatching at, a young Slytherin asked him what he was doing. "Nothing, and you didn't see me." Draco said threateningly, and the kid nodded and left. This made him smile to himself, at least part of his old life still remained. People were still intimidated by him. He dove out the window on his broom and steadied himself, flying all the way to the other side of the castle. Draco was unsure of which window would be closest to Hermiones bed, but decided to just try his luck anyway. He picked a window and approached it, tapping lightly on it. Unfortunately, Hermione was not the girl who came to the window. "Can I help you?" Pavarti asked, sleepy and confused. "You're only dreaming." Draco told her, "Get Hermione for me, will you?" and Pavarti walked to a different bed. "Hermione, Draco Malfoy is at the window on a broom for you. This is a really weird dream." She said, walking away and returning to her own bed. Hermione got up quickly and rubbed her eyes, utterly confused. It was very late, why was Draco at her window?
"Draco. It's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked. Draco grinned at her warmly, "Nice pajamas." he teased. "I just thought I'd do something nice. Come on." He gestured to the space behind him on the broom. Hermione stared skeptically at him for a moment, but his face was pleading and she couldn't say no. She climbed on behind him and they soared off into the sky.
Hermione kept her arms wrapped tightly about Dracos torso, her face against his back. He was extremely warm and this made Hermione smile. Draco landed them smoothly in the clearing and stepped off the broom, spreading out a blanket on the ground. He sat upon it and patted the ground next to him, "Sit with me." he said sweetly. Hermione obliged and sat down close to him in an effort to obtain some of his heat, it was mid October cold. Draco must've sensed this, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I thought you might like to look at the stars with me." Draco said. Hermione blushed as she smiled, astonished by this romantic gesture. She leaned against him and stared at the sky, and they stayed that way for a while making small talk. Around an hour had passed and Draco sighed, "I should return you to your bed." He spoke. Hermione frowned, but she knew he was right. "Yes, you probably should." She agreed and stood up, assisting Draco in folding the blanket. They flew back to the open window and Hermione climbed inside, and Draco kissed her cheek before taking off and she watched him disappear into the darkness. She laid in her bed and fell fast asleep, the experience temporarily allowing her to forget about her whole ordeal with Ron.
Draco climbed back inside his window and changed into his night clothes, continuing to smile. He fell asleep quickly and got the best sleep he'd had all year.
The next morning as Hermione was dressing, Pavarti Patil came up to her. "I had the strangest dream last night!" she said, proceeding to explain how in her dream, Draco had appeared at the window on his broom, asking for Hermione. Hermione genuinely laughed, finding it quite humorous that Pavarti believed it to be a dream. "I agree, that is a strange dream." She replied.