Chapter 4; A Shocking Revelation.
"Drat!" Draco cursed. "I didn't want you to wake up!"
"What the hell are you doing in my room at this time?" demanded Hermione, her eyes flashing with anger. Draco immediately started to look sheepish. "Well, erm, I... I was watching you sleep, you look really beautiful when you sleep," he blurted out, and then he clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide.
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Malfoy... do you like me?" she said curiously. Draco looked into her eyes. His eyes were a grey colour, they were so mesmerising. "Yes," he replied quietly. "I pretended to hate you so that no one would make fun of me, I mean, a pureblood with a Mud- muggleborn?" he corrected himself hastily. "But once I learned that we were going to be sharing a tower, I knew that I couldn't hold it in any longer. I really like you, Hermione." Hermione didn't know what to say. Draco realised this, and said hurriedly, "You don't have to say anything; I know what an arrogant dickhead I've been to you..."
"It's okay," Hermione cut him off. "But you should know that, I'm with Ron, and I don't want to do anything to hurt him. I'm sorry."
"But do you love him?" Draco persisted.
Hermione sighed. "As a friend, yes, but I need to find a way to end this, I don't think it's going to go anywhere."
Draco's face lit up. "Does this mean that you and I have a chance together? Not that I'm eager or anything," he said, drawing himself up to his full height and trying to look dignified.
"No, I don't think so. I'm so sorry Malfoy- erm, Draco," replied Hermione, her voice faltering as she watched his smile fade. "I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."
"Yeah, night," Draco mumbled, trying not to let her see that she had just broken his heart into a million little pieces. He closed the door quietly and headed back to his own room to drown his sorrows.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling, tears dripping down his hooked nose. What had he done to deserve this? Well, he had made her life hell for a few years... but he truly liked, maybe even loved her, and she won't even give him a chance?
It just doesn't seem fair. With a sigh, he leaned over and blew out the candle, sending the room into darkness. Maybe everything would be better in the morning. Maybe. Probably not.