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Hermione went through the day, dreading the coming evening. She and Draco had made plans to get started on their project that night. After dinner had finished, she whispered a quick goodbye to Harry and Ron before rushing off to the library. Seeing that Draco had not yet arrived, she grabbed a few books and sat down, skimming through the pages while she waited. After a good thirty minutes had passed, Hermione finally heard Draco come in.

"I thought we said we were meeting at seven?" she remarked irritably, "It's already 7:30. You're late."

"Stop nagging," he snapped back, "You sound like my mother. But then again, my mother isn't quite as annoying as you."

"Well I would stop nagging if you would learn how to show up on time."

"Blah blah blah. Do you ever shut up?"

Her cheeks flushed and she glared at him, "Let's just get started."

Draco bit his lip as he watched her sit down, seething with anger at his retort. He really hadn't meant to say all that. It had just come right out."

"I'm sorry," he muttered under his breath, but Hermione continued reading as though she hadn't heard a thing. He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry."

She looked up at him, her annoyance shining brightly in her eyes, "What?"

"I said," he faltered for a moment and then spoke again, "I'm sorry. I can't help it. I don't be rude."

Hermione raised her eyebrow in confusion. Draco Malfoy was apologizing to her? The girl that he had gone out of his way to insult every second she had spent with him. "Um…It's alright…" she trailed off, feeling an awkward silence set in.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, flipping through the pages of their books. Draco continuously looked up as though he was going to say something, but never did. He wanted to find an excuse to say something to her, but could think of nothing.

"Malfoy?" she began, cautiously waiting for him to react, "I think I've found something." She scooted over to where he was and pointed to the page, reading out the words etched onto the paper.

Draco's breathing hitched as she moved closer to him, and the words that came out from her molded together, incomprehensible. She was sitting so close to him. Her body was pressed slightly against his, as she made an attempt to share the passage with him. He couldn't think straight, only managing a slight nod whenever it seemed appropriate.

"Malfoy? Are you listening to me?" she asked.

He swallowed and nodded, his voice barely a whisper, "Yes."

She felt uneasy, unused to conversing with him without sending an insult or glare his way. She watched him as he read the books, his platinum blonde hair falling into his face. She could feel the muscle in his arm press against her every time he took a breath, his chest rising and falling slowly. Suddenly, she became very aware of how close she was sitting to him. She didn't move as it seemed that Draco didn't seem to mind. From her chair, she could smell his shampoo as the wind blew over it, and along with it she caught a whiff of his cologne. Cologne? What was he doing wearing cologne? It was only the library. She sniffed again before speaking, "Malfoy…why are you wearing cologne?"

He flinched, she hadn't expected for her to be able to smell it, but then again he hadn't expected her to sit so close. "Why're you smelling me Granger?"

"I wasn't smelling you!" she exclaimed, looking as though she had been offended, "Who in their right mind would do that?"

"You were smelling me," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, "How else would you know that I am wearing cologne?"

"It's impossible not to smell it! You've put on so much!"

"I barely put any on!"

"Enough for me to smell it from here!"

"I can't help it if you're sitting so close to me!"

"That's besides the point!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Are we really doing this?"

"Yes."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Look Malfoy, I just asked you a simple question, no need to get so defensive."

"Alright, alright. I put on cologne because I like to smell nice. Girls like guys who smell good, do they not?"

"They do."

"Exactly. I smell good don't I?"

"Delicious," Oh God, Hermione thought to herself, I did not just say that. I did not just tell Draco Malfoy he smelled delicious.

Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked, "I smell delicious?"

She stuttered, searching to find her way out of the conversation, "No. You smell terrible. Awful, really."

He laughed, "You just said yourself that I smelled delicious. Make up your mind Granger."

"I did not say that."

"Yes you did."

"No I did not. I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

He leaned in closer to her, and she could smell his cologne as it stretched out to her. "Really? You really have no idea what I'm talking about? You really don't think I smell delicious?" His face was a mere inch away from hers now, and she felt all her thoughts fly out the door. "Smell me again Granger. Tell me what you think."

She inhaled deeply and she answered him silently in her head. Yes, he certainly did smell delicious, and if he hadn't been Draco Malfoy, she would've kissed him right then and there. But the truth of the matter was that it was Draco Malfoy, and she would not be kissing him anytime soon. "You smell terrible," she scowled, holding her breath so that the smell of him would be unable to continue to tempt her.

He put his elbow on the table and leaned onto it, a playful grin arriving on his lips. "Awww," he faked disappointment as he snatched up a lock of her hair that lay on her shoulders. He smelled it and smiled, "You smell like strawberries," he licked his lips, "I love strawberries."

Hermione could feel herself beginning to cave in, so she did the first thing that came to mind, she ran. Quickly, she darted out of the room, escaping his presence, and she could feel her thoughts return to her mind. What just happened? She thought to herself as she walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room. For a moment there, she had almost fallen for him and his tricks. He's not that bad though, she thought, he's actually very attractive. She gasped, surprised at the thought. Slowly, she approached her bed and collapsed onto it. The only reason she was having these thoughts was because it was very late and she was tired. At least, that's what she hoped was the reason.

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