Draco and Hermione, Forbidden love part 4

Not just Draco was staring at me, practically everyone in the class was glaring at me. Parkinson eyes burned into mine. Harry and Ron stared unblinkingly at my face. I knew I couldn't see, but I could feel the redness growing in my cheeks.
Someone spoke. It was Draco.
"What is everyone staring at?", he looked accusingly at the class, he continued,"Granger here was telling me about a poem she had wrote, why do you all have a problem with that?" he said.
Everyone looked back at their test papers. Even though everyone was forgetting about what had just happened, but I could still feel Parkinson's, Harry's and Ron's eyes on me. Once I was halfway through the test I decided to thank Draco.
"Hey erm, Draco, (He looked up from his paper) thanks for, er, improvising for me", I whispered silently. He smiled.
"No problem, erm, Her-mi-on-ne", he whispered back slowing down at my first name.
"About what I said, Draco, about your eyes and that".
"don't worry about it Hermione, Its no big deal,"
"Thanks Draco"
"No problem"
I turned back around, smiling. Then I thought to myself, what if I've got a crush on Malfoy?
NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY!!
That can't happen, he has tortured me since first year. It can't happen, what would Harry and Ron say? Wait they would never know, unless I showed signs. Which I can hide quite easily.

I was checking over my work once I had finished my test. I looked at the time, only 20 minutes until the end of the lesson. Since I had nothing else to do I decided to quickly make up the poem in case anyone asked. It went like this.

When I see your face light up
My love can't be kept in a cup
Your sleek blonde hair and shiny eyes
You and your face are my life's prize

Yeah that's OK, they'll buy it. Lets face it, my friends aren't the smartest of them all. The poem reminds me of my childhood when i was in year 6 of my Primary School. The last day was amazing, we played games, had a party and all made speeches in front of the whole school about our life there. My best friend at Primary was Rebecca Walton, we did everything together. I still call her sometimes in the school holidays. She asks me which school I go to, I just say "Private School". She doesn't know about Harry or Ron, I cant risk it, with everything that's going on with You-know-Who.
I was gazed in my memories when there was a knock on the dungeon door. Snape went up to answer it.
"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall he sneered, with a not so bright look on his face.
"Yes good afternoon Professor, I would like a word with Miss Granger If you please" I looked up and tuned out of my own world. I thought 'this must be bad' but i realised i hadn't done anything bad.
"Have you finished your test Miss Granger", asked Snape
I nodded and started gathering my things again and giving my test paper to Snape, while following Professor McGonagall out the door. The last thing i saw was Draco staring at me solemnly, as if he knew something.