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He Called Me Hermione

Hermione Granger was sitting in the Head common room on an overstuffed sofa with a book. Normally, she would have been fully absorbed with the piece of literature sitting in her lap but she was distracted by a pair of steely grey eyes burning into the back of her head.

"What!" asked Hermione as she loudly set her book down.

Draco Malfoy, who was sitting at a desk on the opposite side of the common room, looked back at his work. "Nothing…"

"Nothing? That's bullocks, Malfoy! You have been staring at me since we got back from dinner! You're driving me mad!"

Draco smirked. "That's the point, mudblood."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Insufferable git…" she said as she opened her book again.

Draco laughed to himself and looked into his cauldron. "Hey, mudblood?" Hermione didn't move. "Mudblood?" She still kept reading. Draco sighed. "Granger!"

"Yes?" she asked, annoyed.

"What color was your Sleeping Draft?"

"I'm not going to help you cheat, Malfoy."

"I'm not asking you to help me cheat. I'm simply comparing results." Hermione looked at him with disbelief. Draco made a frustrated growl. "Do you want to see the potion? I have it right here."

Hermione walked over, still with a disbelieving frown, peered into the cauldron of bubbling purple liquid, and nodded her head. "It looks okay to me."

"Thank you, mudblood," he said as he filled a vile with it.

Hermione frowned and curled up with her book again. Soon after, she felt the rise and fall of the sofa cushion. She looked to her side and saw Draco sitting right next to her. "What are you reading?" he asked.

"My Arithmancy book," she said as she shifted uncomfortably.

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

"Really? You read textbooks for fun? Wow, mudblood. You need a life really, really badly."

"Merlin, Malfoy! It's bad enough that I have to share a common room with you, but you don't have to constantly remind me of it!" A few strands of Hermione's hair had fallen in front of her flushed face.

Draco opened his mouth to say something but was cut off. "Oh, don't you dare think I'm finished with you. Why do you still call me that foul word? I mean, grow up, Malfoy! As Head Students, we're supposed to be examples for the entire school and you," she said as she poked him firmly in the chest, "still insist on calling me names as if you were a child!"

"Granger-"

"And why must you be so bloody annoying? Yes, I read my textbooks- get over it! I like to learn!"

"Granger, please-"

"And why did you want my help on your potions homework? Potions is your best subject!"

Draco put his hand over her mouth. "Granger, shut up," he said as he leaned down and replaced his hand with his lips.

Hermione went stiff as a board for about half a second, then relaxed into him, and put her arms around his neck. Oh, Merlin. Malfoy is such a great kisser… Shit. I'm kissing Malfoy.

Hermione promptly pushed Draco off of her. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!"

"Um, I was kissing you…"

"But why!"

"I don't know! It seemed like a good thing to do at the time!" Hermione got up from the couch and started to run up the stairs to her bedroom. Before she could slam her door, Draco stood up and called, "Jeez, Hermione! Live a little!"

Hermione started pacing around her room. Who does he think he is? Going around and just kissing people. Hmph. And I have a life. I have fun ...

Wait a minute…

"He called me Hermione."

A/N: Well what do you think? Should I keep going or just leave it a one-shot? Please review!