Draco woke up. Busy hands rubbing the temples. Thinking of Hermione, he unintentionally showed a subtle curve on the corners of his lips.

He walked on the deserted corridor. The chilly wind came flying the thin cloak. Unconsciously stopping at the end of the corridor, Draco turned his gaze away. Eyes contemplating as if he wanted to concentrate on enjoying the fragrance of heaven and earth, Draco thought about the train that brought him to know Hermione.

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- Draco, Harry Potter seems to be attending to Hogwarts.

Blaise quickly informed Draco after hearing the rumors in Pansy's room. Draco looked at him lazily, but he also paid attention to the two words "Harry Potter". Who are you after all? Which always makes people mention? Curiosity filled his mind. Draco fixed his tangled hair, not paying much attention to Blaise. He tease.

- Harry Potter? Anyway, it's not as good as this Draco Malfoy. Where is that guy?

- One wagon far from us. - Blaise heard Draco ask and pointed to the room where Harry was staying.

Draco coldly opened the door, heading toward where Blaise pointed. He was so focused that he didn't hear his friend's voice calling to him.

- I thought you didn't care?

Blaise looked in Draco's direction and muttered. The busy hand picking the frog chocolate box into his mouth also made him forget his strange personality.

- Harry Potter ?!

The clear sound of the girl resounded the name in his mind. Draco hid on one side of the door, watching the two people engrossed in conversation from afar.

- So allow me to be rude. Ah, this is the scar!

The bushy-haired girl's radiant face caught his eye. As if there was a miracle that made Draco fall in love, the gray eyes of the silver haired boy unconsciously gazed at the chestnut-haired girl inside. The corners of the lips curved in a magical line.

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While he was enjoying Hermione subconsciously, he was annoyed by a voice that was not very happy.

- Draco, I ...

- Call me Malfoy. Either speak quickly, or disappear from my sight. I have much work to do.

Draco left when Pansy held his hand.

- I like you, Malfoy.

He also did not react, waving Pansy's hand, lazily responding.

- I already love others, don't bother me.

Pansy stood still in place. Perhaps being rejected by him was unexpected. Hands clenched tightly. Every drop of blood dripped from the white hand as if sad for this love.

- Malfoy, answer me. Who do you like?

- Granger.

Pansy collapsed to the ground, watching the figure of the boy who was gradually leaving.

Hermione Granger, you don't expect to have my Draco.

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- You Mud blood, stop for me.

Hermione, on her way to the library, is stopped by Pansy. She did not want to cause trouble, so she moved to the other side to go, but continued to be blocked. Beyond her endurance, she looked at Pansy in disgust.

- Parkinson, what do you want from me?

Pansy smirked. It seems that Hermione's attitude makes she happy.

- If it wasn't you, Draco wouldn't hate me.

Hermione looked puzzled at Pansy.

- Hey, I don't know what your illness is, but you blocking my path and saying useless words like this is a waste of time.

If making the opponent angry is Hermione's forte, then maybe she succeeded with Pansy.

- Shut up, why not related to you, you filthy mudblood huh? Draco was fascinated by you, so he said that he love you. How the hell does Malfoy lineage never have a chance for you - a muggle witch. It's you who put the love potion in Draco. It's You.

Pansy shrieked shrill. The students who walked past them shyly looked at the two of them. Hermione looked helplessly at her.

- Now let me tell you again, Pansy Parkinson. Malfoy loves me or you are your business, and I have no feelings for him at all. Also, you lost your love in this situation, did you thing yourself look like a noble lady, or a madgirl who escaped from the Muggle hospital just now?

- You, fox, you're a bitch, you're good at seducing men.

- You shut up for me.

The cold voice directed at the two of them made everyone in fear scare. Draco walked slowly, lazily sending a sharp gaze to Pansy. He held Hermione's hand, in her bewilderment.

- If you still touch Granger, I won't overlook it. Just one strand of her hair, you would pay for your stupid.

Draco pulled Hermione away in front of many people. She quietly followed him, it is better than staying in that place anyway. Unconsciously looking up, Draco's jaw bone was fully admired by her. Hermione bowed her head shyly, watching the two of them grasp each other's hands. What's the meaning of the sense of security that she had right now? They kept on walking down the corridor in the discussion of bystanders.

Pansy followed the figure of a man and a woman, her eyes filled with indignation. Her wound in the morning because she pinned her fingernails into her hand made blood bleeding more.Everyone was terrified of not looking at that girl, only Blaise ran to hug her.

- Because of this, you hurt yourself, is it worth it? Pansy?

Blaise closed his eyes, gently pouring into Pansy's ears the words of concern that seemed impossible to say. Blaise is in love with Pansy, but she likes Draco. She always sought ways for Draco to pay attention to her.

So what am I Pansy?

The heart suddenly tightened as he watched the girl he loved to hurt herself more and more. To give up his's dignity, he hugged the girl who had been abandoned by his best friend. Ironically, she was not very happy when she was held in his chest. Pansy pushes Blaise with all her might and leaved.

Draco let me see how long you care about it. Soon, I will be your own.

Blaise did not want to stand up. His body was falling apart, not knowing what to do right now. Being pushed down by the girl he loved did not blink, even Merlin was also sad for him. Knowing Pansy was not good, but he still loved her so much.

Blaise cried.

Draco begged you. Just like you don't want Hermione to hurt, I don't want the girl I love hurting herself. Please Draco, I beg of you.

Just a little good with Pansy, please?

Draco still clutched Hermione's hand. He didn't seem to have the thought of letting her go. At a place where there were no people, Hermione shook off Draco's hand, thanked him coldly and left. He ran to grab her wrist, as if pleading for a chance. Hermione paused, but did not look at Draco's face either, and pushed away his hand. But he still clung to the chestnut-haired girl.

- Don't be so Malfoy.

Harry came from nowhere, taking Draco's hand off Hermione. The lady had a chance immediately ran behind Harry. He watched her, sighing in frustration.

Why is it Harry?

He walked towards the great hall. She also followed, clinging to his arm. The two laughed happily as if they wanted him to see. Draco went sadly and blankly to another path to the great hall.

Draco used his fork to pierce the Pudding made it crumbled, his gaze still on the two people sitting at the Gryffidor table. After finished eating, Hermione left the hall. And he left his position to follow her. Suddenly, Pansy approached him:

- Malfoy, you look angry, just drink some cool water.

Draco angrily snatched away the glass of Pansy that she was holding and drinking. Pansy's face showed a dangerous smile. He suddenly felt his mind become incredible. Pansy tried to lean forward in front of Draco but Goyle ran to shove Pansy away, putting a small picture in front of him.

- Hey Draco, I found this in the library.

A few seconds passed but still could not see Draco's movements and bent down to look at him. 

- Oh Merlin.

Goyle covered his mouth before saying anything worse. Does he not look wrong? Draco was looking at the small picture, the corners of his mouth curved softly. Draco turned to grab Goyle by the collar.

- Can I take this picture? 

Goyle widened his eyes at Draco and then nodded in bewilderment. He took the picture and walked out of the hall. At this point, Pansy could stand up and look around.

- Goyle, have you seen Draco?

- Oh, just came out of the hall.

- What? Are you kidding me, what did you do to Draco?

- I didn't do anything, I just found an interesting picture and showed it to Draco.

Pansy was speechless, the angry face screaming at Goyle.

- You're an idiot, you ruined my business. Stupid, stupid, too stupid!

Pansy said while stomping. Immediately she kicked Goyle in the foot and then walked out of the hall. Blaise did not know what happened, watching bewilderedly watching the three friends.

Draco walked down the hallway, his silly face mixed with a bit of laughter in his mouth, his eyes only shaped like a girl, his gait was a bit wobbly like a drunkard. His mouth always muttered the name of the girl he loved "Hermione Granger".

He unconsciously went to the library. It's dark at the moment, so the library is too empty.He searched around the library and saw Hermione's figure at a row of reading tables. Not fast or slow, he moved closer. She was probably too focused on the book she was reading so she didn't realize that someone was near her. Suddenly Draco carried Hermione on the table. He looked at those pink lips without control of his body to kissing it. She was surprised, her hand kept hitting his chest but it was so useless. He tightened her tiny waist. Draco saw Hermione gradually getting caught in the kiss and he used one hand supported the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. The force in Hermione's arm weakened and then disappeared.

He regretfully let go of those peach lips. She gasped at Draco, raising a voice of contempt.

- You're crazy, Malfoy.

Draco's hand still clutching Hermione's waist made it impossible for her to move. He once again approached her.

- I'm crazy because of you, so what?

- I still hate you, Malfoy.

Draco was annoyed, holding Hermione closer, gently beside her ear, softly whispering.

- Do not protest, I want to hug you, be with you longer. I miss you so much, Hermione.

Draco saw Hermione allow him to hug her, he enjoyed that warm little cotton in his chest. Hermione was even more surprised. Did Malfoy himself call her Hermione? Not Granger, but Hermione? The word Hermione emitted from Draco's mouth made her feel sweet, the heart that seemed to be escaping from the cover covering her heart all this time. Draco saw her in a daze and joked.

- Calling you Hermione is more agreeable than Granger, but I'd rather call you "darling".

Draco felt enough for the hug, he moved the spoiled mouth to Hermione's forehead. He kissed Hermione on her forehead and pampered.

- I love you, Hermione Granger.

When Hermione heard that, she quickly ran away with her heart racing, her face flushed. Draco just watched the figure of the little girl, his mouth showed a perfect curve.

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