"I have come to expect that," Draco quipped breathily. "Seems you have a talent for this, Granger." He spoke impersonally because of the troubling feelings rising up inside him. He was supposed to hate her. If the Dark Lord had his way, which he would, Granger would likely be imprisoned if not killed. What would come of him if she ever said anything about this?
Pulling away from her, Draco began to straighten his uniform. Once he had restored his appearance to "appropriate" he looked to Hermione. He found that he really didn't know what to say.
"See you Friday, Granger," Draco said in an airy tone before escaping the closet without a backwards glance.