A/N: YELLOW BLUE AND GREEN TO YOUUU. This is for my bestest friend, Kayla. I love ya, and don't worry. I'mma post two chapters in a row because this one wasn't that long. I know, I know it just didn't fit right. Enjoyyy:

Hogwarts was slow for this time of year. Most everyone had left for Christmas Break. However, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley stayed behind. Harry did not have a family to return to and his loyal friends wanted to stay with him.

"Good morning," Hermione said to the boys sitting at a long brown table in the Great Hall. They looked up at her.

"Good morning, Hermione. Sleep well, I hope?" Harry asked, knowing Ron's relationship with Lavender kept her up.

Hermione gave a slight smile and sat down next to Harry. "I slept fine."

Ron looked at the ground awkwardly. "I guess I better find Lavender," he said lamely into the silence. He bounded up out of the Great Hall. Hermione looked at Harry hopelessly.

"What do I do, Harry?" She pressed her hands to her eyes.

Harry had never seen Hermione in this state of confusion. "Just tell him how you feel, Hermione. If you feel the same way about him as I do about Ginny," he whispered, "then he'll have to feel something for you in return. Think about it. You've been friends longer than he's been with Lavender."

Hermione looked up at Harry. "I don't know," she said, indecisive.

Harry shrugged. "One of you has to make a move." He got up and threw his bag over his shoulder. "I'll see you later." He walked away.

Hermione sat at the table for awhile. Then, she saw a movement toward the door. It was a shadow.

"Ron?" No answer. "Look Ron I'm sorry," she said.

The shadow stepped into the light. It was Draco Malfoy. Hermione was instantly disgusted.

"Problems with your boyfriend, Granger?" he sneered. Hermione grabbed her things and ran out of the hall. Draco followed her from a distance.

"Not as if I'm surprised. A mudblood deserves a blood traitor." Hermione held her head high. You're better than him, she thought.

Draco laughed. "I can't imagine what horrible creatures you'd produce together."

That was it. Hermione whipped around and stuck her wand at Draco's face. "One more word, Malfoy. I dare you."

Draco was caught off guard. "What spell would Granger cast on a guy like me?" He stared into her brown eyes, full of loathing and revulsion. "As if you haven't casted one already." Malfoy leaned in, and kissed Hermione. It was electrifying. She had never felt an emotion of detestation and magnetism so prudent before. Malfoy reached his hand up and curled his fingers in her brown, twisted hair. No, Hermione thought. No, not him.

She pushed him away, his slender, pale body hitting the brick walls.

"Stay away from me," she said, hoping she was convincing. Then she stumbled to the Gryffindor Common Room. She didn't allow herself to think quite yet. She said the password hazily and saw Lavender and Ron snogging on the couch. She passed them soundlessly and almost fell onto her chamber bed.

She had just kissed Draco Malfoy. What the bloody hell?