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When Hermione woke up the next morning, she was extremely tired. She hadn't fallen asleep until twelve o' clock midnight. She had been thinking about that smile. She had never seen Malfoy smile like that...

Hermione got out of bed and sleepily walked into the Common Room. Draco was sitting on the couch. She knew that he knew she was there. He simply chose not to turn around.

He got up a few seconds later and grabbed his things. Then, unexpectedly, he got up and walked out of the Common Room and into his Dorm.

Draco had gotten up at six thirty in the morning. He didn't know why he had gotten up so early. What had happened last night was not supposed to have happened at all. He didn't know what had come over him, but it was certainly gone now, and Hermione was no longer an object of his so called affection.

He sleepily put on his black Slytherin robes and pinned hid Head Boy badge to the front of them. When he had finished slicking back his platinum-blonde hair, he walked back into the Common Room and straight out the door and into the seventh floor corridor, while making a very large show of sneering at Granger.

Once out of the Heads Quarters, Draco stopped sneering and started thinking again. Last night, he had stayed up very late wondering what had come over him, and then woken up very early with the same curiosity. The Imperius Curse had come across his thoughts. Had he been under that? But then Draco realized that one knows for sure when they had been placed under such a curse, and Draco had barely considered it a possibility. Besides, who in the world would try make him fall in love with Granger anyways?

Was he simply lovestruck for the second or two that he was kind to Granger and smiled at her? No! He gave his mind a heavy whacking for thinking that one. How could he ever be in love with Granger?

Preposterous.

Impossible.

Never, Draco thought. I could never fall in love with her, even if I wanted to, which I surely don't.

He kept thinking, but he couldn't think of any other possibilities. He would just have to erase what had happened from his mind, and hope it never happened again.

Hermione was stunned. She had thought that the so-cute-know-it-all-Slytherin had actually liked her. Had she imagined that cute, loving, and affectionate smile? She hadn't thought so. It had seemed so real.

Hermione knew that she was supposed to hate Malfoy, because of Harry and the two boys' disputes, but she couldn't help having a crush on the cocky Slytherin. Since the first day on the Hogwarts express upon seeing his beautiful face and soft, white-blonde hair, she had fallen in like with him. But, seeing how he and Harry didn't get along, she had trained her mind to love and hate him at the same time, so if Harry needed her to hate him, she could hate him, and if Draco needed her to love him, she could love him.

But, right now, if she couldn't so much as get him to notice her anymore, she had to focus on school. So, to take her mind off the night before, she decided studied for the little time she had before seeing Draco first period. But her plans "fell through the attic", as muggles from her childhood used to say, because Draco walked back into the room and sat next to her just a few seconds later.

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