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“I won’t leave until you listen.”

“Mudblood, get out of my rooms!”

“They’re Harry’s too.”

Draco fought to control himself. “You have ten seconds. Talk.”

“I wanted to talk to you about Harry-”

“I gathered that.”

“—And his new behavior.”

Draco raised an eyebrow.

“I want to know what you feel for Harry.”

Draco blinked at her. A voice inside his brain was beginning to rant about the audacity of some people who would first walk into rooms that do not belong to them, barring for the minute how she even got the password in the first place, and would then dare ask such questions that should not be asked!

Hermione waited for the explosion that she hoped was coming. A rant, maybe, about how one Draco Malfoy hated one Harry Potter. But she didn’t get one. All she got was a strained:

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mudblood, now get out.”

With a grin, Hermione left the room. So Harry wasn’t the only one with these types of feelings. But they were both very much in denial. Well, desperate times…

As soon as Hermione was gone from the room Draco stalked up to the picture frame. “Medusa, NEVER let her into these rooms again. And pick a new password that you like. You can tell me what it is later.”

He didn’t bother to really listen to Medusa’s reply as he headed for the bedroom and his Potions homework. Hopefully that would get this whole experience out of his head for a while.

Hermione found Harry after dinner. (Again he’d watched Draco enter the Great Hall and sit down with his fellow Slytherins before even looking at his own food.) “Harry, I wanted to talk to you.” She said as she caught up with him walking slowly towards the dungeons.

“What’s up?”

“I wondered how you felt about Draco.”

Harry looked rather like Draco did when she’d asked him that same type of question earlier. “I don’t know-”