Draco's POV:

After all this time, I never knew anything about myself. That was up until a certain woman entered my life, standing out with her wit and courage. 

I couldn't help but let the unknown feeling wash over me. Merlin, I had no idea whatsoever what was wrong with me. 

I needed help. With my new-found obsession. Her.

After countless minutes or even hours were spent pondering about her, I grew utterly restless from it and became resolute to approach her. Not to confess my 'feelings'. Absolutely not.

I just needed....help. Yeah, just help. That was certainly a great excuse to meet her.

I abruptly stood up and headed for the Gryffindor Common Room, where I was certain that she would be in, buried in one of her textbooks as she researched peacefully.

When I did approach the Common Room, I uttered the password out 'Godric Gryffindor' and the Fat Lady squinted her eyes in suspicion upon looking at my Slytherin robes before swinging up to let me enter.

Instead of meeting with a Hermione studying rigorously, I was met with a Hermione in her pyjamas, sitting on the scarlet red couch as she sang magnificently while gently stroking her long, wild hair as her eyes slowly fluttered close:

"But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze
My footsteps on the ground
You'll see my face in every place
But you can't catch me now..."

Oh Merlin, did she figure out everything about what I thought of her..? I didn't know but I was too enthralled by her beauty to be oblivious enough that I was leaning against the doorway.

Out of the blue, I heard a slightly quivering voice boom across the Common Room.

"Um...Malfoy?"

I snapped back to reality and met with Hermione's deep gaze. She was...enchanting.

"Yeah..?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Were you staring at me?"

I spluttered, panicking on the inside "Yes- I mean..no? No! Yes...NO!"

Hermione then pecked on my cheek, to my utter astonishment and attempted to comfort me as her hand ran down my back, which slightly soothed me "It's fine to be nervous sometimes, you know, Draco?"

I nodded shakily. After all, being nervous was something the Malfoys' were never associated with. Being nervous were basically considered cowardice of us and so, I was taught in my childhood years to be mostly emotionless.

"Now, tell me..what were you nervous about? It's fine if you don't want to tell..."

I closed my eyes before I took a deep breath.

"Oh um..I was nervous about the tournament.." I lied through my teeth, clenching my jaw but surprisingly, she hadn't noticed my lie.

Seem like the odds may be in my favour today..

"Oh and um..my American friend who studies at Ilvermony is coming to the Triwizard Tournament this year...His name is Quinn. Quinn Williams."

I groaned. Oh Merlin, what if he gets to her first?

"What happened? she quipped, somewhat worried by my reaction.

"Oh it's nothing." I lied again.

I mean it was nothing. Not until she was involved.

And since she was, I was going to try to get to her first.

Why?

I had no idea...