I closed my eyes and forced myself to clear my mind. Feeling that familiar pull in my middle, I felt my body constrict and twist, a rushing sound filling my ears, as I left my family for possibly the final time. 

'I felt myself begin to drift off to sleep, thinking about how good it felt to be home.'

'I wanted  it to  be free.  I needed it to be free.  I needed all of that rage to be gone and so I directed it at the person standing in front of me.  At Malfoy.'

'He’s gone. You can stop hiding now. Or do you intend to leave me to all the work alone?’

 'Well I just wanted to say thank you, again, for what you did last night.  I wanted to say thank you for helping me.'

'Because whenever I look at you, I see the same thing haunting you that's haunting me.  And I can't help but think that out of everyone, you might understand.'

'Something had changed between us.  It was small at first.  So small that I didn't even notice it.'

'Fine, today, here and now,' I challenged.  'We'll see who makes the best potion.'

‘You know what that’s not even what matters, actions speak louder than words Malfoy,’ I said rather stubbornly not willing to back down.  ‘And your actions said it all.’

‘Stop pretending, Hermione.’  He stepped even closer to me, forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his gaze as he towered over me.  I wanted to step back, but my legs felt like lead, gluing me to the ground, freezing me in place. ‘Stop pretending that you can’t feel it. Feel this,’ he said, indicating between the two of us.'

'I could see from the line of his shoulders, from the tension within him that he was ready for a fight, perhaps even looking for one.'