A/N: Just a little drabble I wrote up while on the train today. Let me know what you think, and happy reading ^_^

He had always liked her, despite what everyone thought. He had always found her pretty, even. And she was just so smart…not to mention funny. She was actually pretty hilarious, but a lot of her jokes were intellectual, and you had to be at her level of literature to understand. And most didn't. But he did. He even caught her one allusion to Freud the other day. Not that he would admit it. Because Freud was a muggle. And Draco Malfoy was not supposed to know of the accomplishments of muggles. But still.

They were friends now. Him and Hermione. And that was more than he could have ever asked for. It was more than he had ever expected.

Ok, so they weren't friends friends, but they were getting there. And he wouldn't stop until they were.

"I bet I can guess your favorite color!" she said happily one day, putting her sandwich down.

He looked from the sandwich to her, and blinked. It was just them out, having a picnic at his request, on account of him wanting to get to know her better. She seemed pretty excited about it, because it proved to Ron and the others that people could change. He didn't know why, but she always seemed to have this certain amount of faith in him. He didn't mind it. In any case, his asking her on a picnic proved to her friends that she was right about him. And she loved being right.

So now here she was, convinced she knew what his favorite color was. Convinced she was right about that too.

The truth was he didn't have a favorite color. But her eyes were shining so brightly, and her smile was so determined, that he couldn't bring himself to tell her that.

"Ok, what is it?"

"Yellow!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide and hopeful. "It's yellow isn't it? Wanna know how I know?"

He blinked at her in complete surprise. She had logic to support her answer? Of course she does, he thought, smiling, she's Hermione Granger. He encouraged her to explain.

"Second year in transfiguration. We had to turn our parchment into flowers, do you remember? Almost everyone had a rose or a tulip. But you had a sunflower."

The smile on his face seemed to grow, and he shook his head, his hair falling into his face. "I do remember that."

"And?" she said happily, biting her lip, waiting to hear confirmation of her assumption.

"Yeah. Yellow is my favorite color."

"I knew it." She smirked, picking her sandwich back up and taking a big bite.

She seemed so content just then, that it made him feel sort of happy too.

After that, he started to see yellow in everything. Like the sunlight, it seemed to touch everything. And in this everything he saw her bright smile.

So, after years of not caring, and of not bothering with something so trivial, he now had a favorite color. And it was all thanks to none other than Hermione Granger. He smiled at the thought. All this from a sunflower, huh? Maybe he'd build up the courage to give one to her one day. He scoffed at himself, trying to shake the stupid smile off of his face. Yeah. Maybe one day.