She pretended she didn’t notice him looking at her, but her eyes met his across a room over and over again. His eyes were the color of the sky in a snowstorm, but she never thought they were cold. For years, conforming to Slytherin and Gryffindor expectations, they pretended that they despised one another. Then in Sixth Year, Draco disappeared from Hogwarts for a while and came back with Voldemort’s mark on his arm. The first time Hermione saw it, she was sick in the girls’ toilet, but she didn’t tell anybody. When Sixth Year ended, they were both at Twelve Grimmauld Place, rather carefully ignoring one another. Nothing has ever been said between them or to anyone else, and now there’s a war on, and they have responsibilities. Now is not the time and this house is not the place to talk about childhood feelings, even if – especially if – those feelings have never changed.