Ugh, my head.

Draco woke up with a headache. He could hear the other boys shuffling around the dormitory. He knew that he should get up and get out of bed and dressed as well.

He felt like he was on autopilot. Well, from what Hermione had explained and from what he learned in Muggle Studies as to what autopilot was. He didn't want to think about anything.

Crabbe and Goyle walked with Draco as he left the Slytherin house and traveled to the Great Hall for breakfast. Draco just nodded at them when they said, well, Crabbe and Goyle grunted more than said actual words, good morning to him. As he got closer to the Great Hall, the noise was already starting to get to Draco. He was going to have to go by and see Madam Pomfrey for a quick remedy before class.

Draco ate a small breakfast and headed off to the Hospital wing. The pain in his head was slowly getting worse as he went up the steps. Of course, Madam Pomfrey had a potion for his headache, though it tasted awful, he thanked the nurse and went to class.

Muggle Studies was his first class of the day. He took the course so that he could get a better understanding of the world that Hermione grew up in. Draco had to admit, life without magic was fascinating. As he climbed the stairs, he thought about his father's reaction to Draco telling him that he was taking the class. Lucius went on a tirade about how Muggles and Mudbloods weren't worth the time of day to any decent wizard. Needless to say, the Malfoy household wasn't a safe place for a while. Draco couldn't stand to be in the same room as his father, when he was home. Lucius would sometimes take his frustrations out of the family's house-elf, Dobby. Draco would tend to Dobby's wounds as much as he could. He didn't like having to leave the house-elf behind when he went to school.

As Draco entered the Muggle Studies classroom, he saw the strange box that produced moving pictures, similar to the ones in the Daily Prophet, was in the front of the room. He learned a few weeks back that Muggles called this device a television, or more commonly known as the telly. Professor Burbage was busy connecting cords to the telly as the students began to fill the room.

Muggle Studies went by quickly, but the same couldn't be said for History of Magic. Professor Binns could hardly stay awake while he droned on with his lecture. Draco wished that he had this class with Gryffindor, instead of Hufflepuff. At least he would have somebody to talk to pass the time.

Finally, the bell rang to end class, though it didn't stir the sleeping ghost professor. Everyone left the room quietly. Then, as the students emerged from the room, they all started talking to one another. Draco strayed away from the crowd. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the next few hours. After all, he had a break, free period, lunch and then another break before he had another class, which was Herbology.

Draco decided to go to the library to do some homework, like the Potion essay that was due on Friday. Usually, Draco didn't work this far ahead of a due date, but he didn't have anything else to do. So, he figured why not. Draco headed for the usual study area that he shared with Hermione.

Doing the Potion essay did take up his break and some of Draco's free period. Draco spent the rest of the free period working on his star chart for Astronomy. His concentration was broken when someone cleared their throat next to him. Draco could smell a floral scent faintly fill the area. He looked up to see Hermione there, leaning back against the bookshelf.

"Hey Draco." she said with a smile. Hermione was twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. Today, she was letting her hair hang down naturally, but she had her black headband in.

"Hey Hermione." he replied. Draco started to pack away all his things.

"Thought I might find you here." Hermione said as she sat down next to Draco.

"Just doing a bit of homework." Draco said as he finished putting his stuff back into his schoolbag.

"Umm…" Hermione shifted in her seat. Draco wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what to say, or how to say it.

"Excited for the Halloween feast next week?" he asked Hermione.

You daft fool! Draco thought to himself. He had to hold back the urge to hit himself in the head with his palm.

"Oh, yeah." She sounded like she didn't care too much about this subject. Hermione's eyes traveled around the study area for a brief moment. Then, her eyes came to a stop, staring into Draco's own gray eyes. He felt his heart skip a beat.

Why don't you tell her? Because, it would mess up our friendship. But it could turn into something more. Or it might ruin everything. Draco's thought kept arguing back and forth in his mind.

"Draco, are you ok?" Hermione asked with concern. She leaned forward and he could see that her eyes mirrored her tone.

I just want to tell you how I feel.

"Yeah," he looked down as he said that, "I'm fine." He looked back up to her with a smile. Hermione smiled back. He hoped that meant she wouldn't worry.

"Let's go get some lunch." she said as she stood up.

"Sure." Draco tossed his school bag upon his shoulder and got to his feet,

They walked next to each other as they went through the library, ignoring the whispers from the students that they passed. Draco couldn't help letting his fingers brush against Hermione's cloak sleeve, close to her hand. He wanted to take her hand and hold it, but Draco knew that she was very conscience about stuff like that.

The corridor was empty when the two of them exited the library. Draco was grateful for that. His heart was already pounding just thinking about what he was going to do.

"Hermione…" his voice showed a little bit of his nervousness, "Before we go, let's sit down for a moment." He gestured to a bench, not too far from where they were standing. She looked slightly confused, but went to the seat and sat down. Draco took the seat next to her, turning his body to face her.

His heart was going to burst out of his chest. Draco's palms were getting clammy. He could hardly think straight from the crazy rush of emotions he was experiencing.

"Hermione, I-"

Wait, should I tell her that I like her? Or should I tell her that I lo-

Draco never admitted to himself, or to anyone, that he might actually love Hermione. His eyes searched the ground for some answer to his dilemma. Then, he looked back up to her soft, warm chocolate eyes. He knew the answer then. He took a deep breath.

"Hermione..." he paused,"I lo-"

"Oi!" A male voice shouted from across the corridor.

Ok, I am slowly figuring out how to work FanFiction. Once I do, I'll start replying to reviews and such!

And I know that the classes aren't set up like this at Hogwarts, but I needed to make it this way. Haha, yes, I have made class schedules for Draco, Hermione, Ron and Harry.

Thank you so much for the reviews, favorites, alerts and etc! ^_^v

P.S. I finally got the video for this made! The link will be on my Profile!