A/N: ...

Disclaimer: Oh, I don't own Harry Potter, but I DO own the feelings that Hermione happens to be expressing here. And the italicized writing is not mine. It's a quote that I found but I don't know who said it.

She couldn't help it. She hadn't even known him for too long. Sure she had known the evil, 'I -am-my-father's-son' side, since she started Hogwarts with him, but she hadn't known the layers under that. Once Voldemort was defeated, she got to know the other side of him much better. It still hadn't been that long though; only a month or two at the most. And yet she found that she was falling in love with him. She loved everything about him: his personality, his eyes, his hair, and his voice.

She loved the smile on his face when he was looking at her, or when he was happy. She loved the way his eyes sparkled when he heard good music. And the way he responded to it...as if he was born with a conducting baton and a conductor's score in his mouth. She loved the mildly hurt and mildly amused look on his face when he was playfully teased and made fun of by his friends. She loved the look of concentration on his face when he was playing a particularly advance section in a piece of music. She loved the way he laughed and sang, and the way that he was always so sweet to her. And how when she was scared, he'd always be concerned, and when she was nervous, he would give her a hug to comfort her. The way his hair was more manageable then hers would ever be and especially how he made her laugh at the most ridiculous things.

He was slowly becoming her everything. He was the reason she woke up in the mornings. If she didn't see him, then it couldn't be a complete day, or even a good day at that. She always looked forward to the one class she had with him. She could come in the room in a terrible mood, but just seeing him everyday would put a smile on her face that would usually remain for the rest of the day. If he wasn't there, the day would not have any hope of being reasonably ok unless she saw him at least once.

Meeting him must have been fate.

Becoming his friend was her choice.

But falling in love with him she had absolutely no control over.

And even if she did have control over that, she wouldn't change it. She loved this feeling. It was new and confusing and she had never felt this way about anyone before, but that was fine with her. If love was easy, then they would call it Divination. Love was a challenge, and she liked challenges.

If only she had an idea of how strong he felt about her, if he felt anything towards her that was more than platonic. Could he possibly feel the same way about her that she feels about him? If only he had any idea to the depth of her infatuation. Is it possible that he could be infatuated with her? If only he knew how crazy she was about him, how far beyond infatuation she was, and how deeply in love she was falling. Could he ever fall in love with her? Could he be falling for her now?

As much as she sometimes wanted to deny it, she couldn't. Hermione Granger was in love with Draco Malfoy. She could only hope that he felt the same way about her.

A/N2: My fav chapter. I'm left completely speechless. I'm sure Ducky is also. (Maybe Kaare and Spencer are too.)

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