One-shot. Not happy ending. Sorry.

Harry was in his invisibility cloak, spying on Draco. After he had finished his speil on Death Eating, his compartment-mates left to get in their robes.

Draco pulled out a parchment and began to write.

Dear Hermione, He scribbled it out.

"Hey Hermione" Again, scribbled out.

"Hermione,

I am one of the Slytherins that makes fun of you, calls you names, and vulger terms. For this I am sorry. I wish I could tell you who I am, but the shame would be unbarable. Anyway, it's not as if you would return the feeling.

Well, here goes.

I love you, Hermione Granger."

Harry gasped almost audibly, and covered his mouth to keep from laughing. He ran back to his compartment on the train, and laughed as loudly as ever.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"You'll see." Harry chortled. Sure enough, a paper bird flitted outside the door. Hermione grabbed it and read it.

"It's from Draco," Harry said, between gasps of laughter.

Hermione smiled slightly. Then hugely. Then she began giggling. Then laughing openly.

"What does it say?" Ron asked, exhasperated.

Hermione read it, though one could hardly understand what she said between her laughs.

"That git," Ron, who was jealous, exclaimed.

"It's ok, Ron. I still choose you." Hermione said. Then she howled with laughter.

"We're going to hold this against him, correct?" Ron asked, smiling deviously.

"Absolutely," Harry and Hermione said together.

At school, in a corridor, Hermione, Ron, and Harry spotted Draco.

"Hey, Draco!" Hermione yelled out. She waved the paper frantically and sprinted towards him.

"What do you want, Granger?" He asked snidely.

"I just wanted to say, 'unbearable' is spelled like the animal, bear, not b-a-r." She smiled as his expression grew scared. "And also," Ron appeared beside her. "I love," she paused, watching his face grow hopeful.

"Ron." And then she kissed him, a long, passionate kiss.

Draco couldn't believe what he was seeing. Weasel? She had chosen Weasel? He felt as though his heart had shattered into a million peices.

His face grew a hot crimson. How did she even know it was from him? Besides the heartbreak, he was feeling such intense humiliation at the moment that he ran straight to his dormitory and hid under his covers. He sat there for a long time, lost in thought, agony, and mortification.

END