A/N I know this isn't very long, but I am having troubles with the story! I'm sorry if the writing keeps getting worse. I wouldn't be surprised… REVIEW!

Draco's head pounded as he put his clothing back on. He regretted having gotten so drunk last night. He should have just gone to bed. He left a little note on the tall blonde's bedside table, wondering what Granger would think of him, coming back at eleven in the morning, it being obvious as to where he had been. But of course, why would she care. She was kissing Dean Thomas outside the castle on walks now. He hated the fact that he was so jealous. The whole thing could have easily been avoided. He could easily just tell her how he felt. But no. Instead he had to annoy the crap out of himself.

He stormed into the castle, finding himself on just as much of a murderous path as he had been on when he had left. He somehow managed to get to the portrait on the ninth floor where their common room was.

When he entered, it seemed Hermione was the only one there. She was sitting on the couch, seemingly absorbed in a book. Draco, frozen, realized she was crying.

Taking a deep breath, he said: "Good book?"

"Hm?" She jumped. "Oh. Malfoy. I guess. I'm not really reading it."

"Oh. Why not?" He asked, although he almost didn't want to ask, afraid she would start gushing over Thomas.

"Dean Thomas kissed me, yesterday, but I told him I am not interested in him that way. I just… I'm so annoyed at myself. I can't seem to get this guy's eyes out of my head. It's tiring."

"Weasley's?" he wondered, even though judging by her voice that wouldn't be it.

"Yours actually." She admitted.

"Mine?" Draco was shocked.

"Yes. Ever since you apologized, I have had your eyes stuck in my head, and it is quite bothersome! I mean, I'm grateful that you got Ronald out of my head, but at the same time, I just want your stupid eyes to stop watching my every thought!" She insisted.

"Granger, you are not being serious, right now, are you?"

"What makes you think I'm not being serious?" She glared.

"Well it's just… you didn't really seem to except my apology yesterday."

"Well can you blame me? After the way you have treated me?"

"Can you blame me for being surprised then?"

"No. I suppose not. Can we just keep that between us though?" Hermione wondered. Draco nodded, immediately, understanding exactly why she wouldn't want it to get around. "Thanks. I really appreciate that, Draco." She said, using his first name. The way she said his name made it sound like a poem. It had nothing to do with his name, but with her voice. She had such a musical voice.

"No problem, Granger." He nodded, walking through the common room, to his bedroom, so he could analyze everything she had said, to see if he might tell her how he felt.

As soon as she heard his door shut tightly behind him, she quickly followed down the hallway, walking to the room just past his. She couldn't believe she had told him! That was humiliating. He probably thought she was mooning over him, or something. The cocky bastard. Except that is exactly what she was doing, wasn't it?

She should be mooning over Ron though. It hadn't been that long, since they had broken up. Only a month. She tried to picture him.

Ron. Big blue eyes. Annoying red hair. It looked good on Ginny, but on Ron it was a big, annoying mess. No, not annoying, she reprimanded herself. Nice. Oh who was she kidding. It was annoying. And the freckles. Some guys who had them looked cute, but Ronald, you couldn't tell whether it was a pimple or a freckle. Hasn't he ever heard of a face cleaning spell?

Draco, on the other hand, has perfect, clear, pale, soft skin. Now that he wasn't gelling his hair into terror, his hair fell all over the place, in a cute mess. Where Ron's eyes were boring, blue, and emotionless, Draco's were grey. Full of emotion and- wait, when had Hermione been staring into his eyes enough to know that? What was all this crap about him being better then Ron? She shook her head.

Maybe he is better than Ron though…

Anybody was better than Ron.

Maybe it's the way he smiles…

She hadn't see Draco smile, since she had arrived.

Maybe that is exactly what is better about him…

Draco probably wouldn't smile at every single girl they passed in the street, even if they were pretty. Ron had.

"Gah!" Hermione shrieked. "Get out of my head!" She was so frustrated! Maybe if read a book... She got up, picking out one of her muggle novels. The Hobbit. It wasn't a romance novel. There was no way he would stay in her mind through that.

She was about half way through the fourth page an hour later, when she threw the book away in frustration. Getting up, without giving it another thought, she stormed out of her room, and knocked on his door. No answer. Of course.

It was probably for the best. What had she even been going to say to him? She had no idea, that's what. Maybe it was a lack of fresh air. That spot under the tree had been nice.

She stormed out of the castle, without another thought, and into the forest. She settled under the same tree as the day before, a new book in hand, and an apple she summoned from a tree. Now she could concentrate.