A/N: Okay, so this is a short story I wrote in the spirit of Velentine's day...so it's mostly fluff. Basically it's Hermione and Draco's meetings each Valentine's Day. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter (and all the other gorgeous guys in the series) would I be writing this to make up for my lack of love life?

Year 1 - Hermione's Point of View

Tears stung my eyes as I made my way through the deserted castle. I caught my reflection in a window as I made my way back to the common room. I looked a mess, my eyes were red and swollen from crying and my hair stuck out at odd angles. I focused my vision on the view outside the window, instead of my reflection. It was dark, well past curfew. I had hidden in the library and lost track of the time.

I sniffled as I reflected on the events of the day. It was Valentine's Day after all, but I never had good memories of this Hallmark Holiday. I remembered the days at my muggle school, when I would never receive a single card. It was supposed to be different this year because, for once, there was actually someone who I wanted to be my valentine. Stupid Ron! He doesn't even realize I like him. I crossed my arms and glared out the window at the lake.

A noise startled me bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked around trying to find the source. Then I saw a blonde head turn the corner into the hallway I was currently occupying. My heart pounded as Malfoy saw me. His eyes glinted maliciously; it was obvious I had been crying. I tried to leave before he began taunting me, but he swiftly moved in front of me blocking the exit. I sighed and looked down preparing myself for the insults to come. I was in no mood to argue with him, maybe if I didn't respond he would leave faster.

"Don't tell me you're crying over Weasley?" He spat venomously. I ignored him, and tried to move around him. He stepped in front of me again and was about to continue speaking when we heard Filch's voice approaching quickly. I stared at him for a moment panic-stricken, and then he snarled before grabbing my arm and yanking me into a broom closet. I was shocked into silence and my arm tingled from his touch, it was an odd sensation that confused me thoroughly. He let go of my arm roughly, and I lost my balance. I stumbled back and hit a bucked noisily. He glared at me then hissed, "Shut up."

I silenced immediately, not because he told me to, but because I could hear footsteps approaching. We stood rigidly still waiting for them to pass. The slowed and waited near the door for a moment, and in that moment I was too scared to even draw a breath. I sighed in relief when I heard the feet walk away and the noise faded. Malfoy scoffed at my reaction.

I shoved past him, and had my hand on the knob ready to leave, when he pulled me back again. I was about to protest, when I heard a soft meow coming from the end of the hallway. We waited a few more minutes, before I hastily left the closet and headed back to my dorm. I heard him leave and walk in the opposite direction. My mind buzzed with the events of the day, especially the ones that occurred in the past fifteen minutes. I never imagined being in alone with Malfoy and not arguing, but it had happened and for some reason it intrigued me.

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