Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. And as far as I'm aware there aren't any stories that follow this storyline. If there are then I apologize.
Hits
The first time she hit him it was purely because he was being a jerk. He really shouldn't have said anything about Hagrid and Buckbeak, he really should've known better.
He hadn't really been able to think straight after that. He had never expected her, or anyone else for that matter, to hit him. No, he was much more prone to believing that someone like her might hex him, and even that was pushing it with such a goody-goody like Granger.
Her friends, as well as his, had been a bit shocked. Her friends were a little bit, or a whole lot, proud of her for her violent feat. His friends had been baffled, not that bafflement was uncommon for them.
To be perfectly honest, looking back, he was a little proud of her. He had deserved it.
That hadn't been the only time he had ended up being hit by her. The second time had also been his fault, but he didn't think he had deserved it, no matter what she said.
Maybe he shouldn't have expected her to respond well, considering how mean he had been to her in the past. But his mind wasn't working with him very well and that thought hadn't exactly occurred to him.
So he had looked her right in the eye and told her that he loved her.
And she had promptly punched him. She hit his cheek and he had nearly fallen over from shock.
"What in Merlin's name was that for?" he shouted.
"Don't mess with me, Malfoy! I'm not interested in your games!"
His games? He felt the statement had been rather straightforward actually. There wasn't really much room for games or interpretation.
So he grabbed her arm pulled her to him and kissed her. Her friends, who were across the room up until she hit him, at which point they had started moving toward them, stopped dead in their tracks.
And then all Hell opened up.
"Get your hands off of her, you bloody ferret!" and Weasley was dragging him away from Granger getting ready to pound him into the ground.
"Ron!" she looked horrified by everything that was going on around her. Harry was standing between her and the fight that was about to occur. Ever the golden boy but never had to get his hands dirty.
"Don't worry, 'Mione, I'll make him sorry!"
"Stop it, Ron!" she shrieked. Everyone had been watching for some time. And if they were shocked that he had kissed her then her telling Weasley not to hurt him would probably send them all over the edge.
Actually, he was a little surprised himself.
"Just… just leave it, Ron. You'll just get yourself into trouble. So let's go."
Weasley let him go; okay, really he shoved him away violently and made his way back over to the rest of the Dream Team.
As they walked away, with everyone staring at him, Granger had looked back and given him a small smile.
He had returned that with a grin much goofier than he would ever admit to and then he had high-tailed it back to the Slytherin common room.
Nobody would understand. But he was okay with it.
She had left a bruise.
He was okay with that, too.
A/N: Please R&R. My first Dramione ff. I think it came out pretty well (time spent... under 10 minutes).