Avoidance
Everyone knew why Hermione stayed in her dorm the Monday after Draco saw her drawing. Whether it was on the way to the bathroom or to get food, she would be avoided. Smirks and giggles followed her with whispers saying, "They say she had a drawing of a Slytherin, Malfoy I think," or "she's the girl who's obsessed with Malfoy!" She hurriedly rushed to her room and released the tears that had gathered up in the corners of her eyes.
She wanted more than anything to be noticed by Draco, but not like this, as the "obsessed girl," or the, "stalker girl". While only alone, so she wouldn't confirm the roomers that she had a drawing of Draco, she would take it out and gaze over every inch of the picture, usually ending up at his eyes.
When she drew the picture, she had never seen Draco so calm. He had ventured alone to the shore of the lake. Hermione had followed him in a delusional state, with the impression that she was going to tell him her amateur feelings, having before asked Ginny for advice anonymously. She hid behind a tree close to his back as he threw stones into the water. She especially noticed that he would feel the whole stone before he threw it.
As he got bored of that, he huffed, walked up to a tree to the left of him and sat against it with on knee propped up and the other leg under it. It amazed her that he would just stair into the water as the sun's cloud blocked light reflected off of it. She quietly took out her secret notebook, new at the time, and sketched him, taking extra time on his eyes.
She felt lucky to be hiding there at that moment because there was enough time to draw a decent sketch of him and study him. She memorized each inch of him, once against ending up at his eyes. Though her heart was beating excessively when she had followed him, it seemed to calm down, as if his peace passed on to her. Some sort of contagious calmness.
She watched him until he grew bored once more and left the lake, leaving his scarf behind. Once he was out of site, she ran to the tree he sat against and picked up the green and silver scarf. As it came close to her face, she could smell the scent of liquorish and cinnamon. Probably from the Halloween Banquet she immediately thought. She carefully folded the scarf and put it in her bag, along with her secret book. She walked back to the castle, no longer having a small crush on Draco.
During the nights in which she felt alone, she would take out the scarf from her trunk and wrap it around her neck, falling asleep to the scent and warmth from the boy who she had fallen in love with near the lake.
