Author's Note: Finally, I'm getting around to that double update I promised a few weeks back. Well, anyway, this is my way of simply not doing my research for my French project. Enjoy all.
Summary: Standing at a crossroads saying nothing they had a misunderstanding.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything...I wouldn't be here right now.
He felt so heartsick.
He could not look at her without wondering about what she was thinking. With one look, she could shatter his cool façade. With one look, she could melt his heart. Draco didn't think that she knew about that little detail but her ignorance did not make it any less true. He avoided looking at her straight in the eyes; what would happen if one look from her made him do something stupid? Draco's pride couldn't handle that.
He couldn't quite come to terms with his feelings. What was so special about her anyway? She had no dowry, no assets, no lineage---her parents were dentists for Merlin's sake! Hermione had nothing to recommend her, no features that set her apart from the crowd. Yet that innocent simplicity only made ger more extrodinary to Draco.
Draco knew perfectly well that she could never see him as anything other than a friend. Nothing passed between them that could evovle into something more. Draco refused to delude himself into thinking that she pined after him; he was not so cocky as that. And yet, it didn't stop him frim pining after her; it was a horrible predicament that could only end in tragedy if he stolled up to her and said "Just so you're clear Hermione, I've been pining after you for years now and I think I'm totally in love with you. Care to have some tea?"
No, Draco could never tell her the truth.