Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction, can you tell? It's just a one-shot caused by tiredness and dehydration, but hopefully it's good :]

Disclaimer: Characters and settings belong to J.K Rowling, not me.
I own nothing but the plot.

"You know what I think, Granger?" Hermione's thoughts were rudely interrupted as none other than Draco Malfoy sauntered into the library and sat across the table from her.

"To be honest Draco, I'm not sure I want to," Hermione said this as nonchalantly as was possible, all the while forcing herself to keep her eyes on her book.

"I think you're in love with me. I think you're hopelessly and madly in love with me and you don't have the guts to do anything about it. I think.. I think I reciprocate these feelings. But we both know it can never work due to the tiniest of details that make so large of an impact on our lives: I'm a Slytherin and you're a Gryffindor. And that's all there is to it, really. Goodbye, Granger. Enjoy your book."

All throughout his speech Hermione had just sat there, speechless, staring at him. But just when she was going to say something, she realised it was too late. He was gone and she was left sitting there, no longer able to concentrate on her book.