Malfoy and I had never been closer to blows than we were now. He was taller by at least six inches, but I still managed to look up at him with all the malice of a half giant.

"Know it all," he snapped.

"Coward," I jabbed. With every insult we threw McGonagall and Snape, respectively, deducted points.

"Fur ball,"

"Bowling ball,"

"Teacher's pet,"

"Daddy's boy," before I knew it I was enveloped in the smell of sandalwood, the taste of pumpkin juice and lemon tart danced on my tongue. I froze in his arms, but my lips fought with his. Heat crackled between the two of us, filling the room with a tension that could only be called sexual. My hands clenched his robes violently, jerking him closely. It wasn't until Professor McGonagall could take no more of our display that she broke it up.

"20 points from Slytherin and 20 from Gryffindors."

I tore myself from his embrace, red faced and unreasonably flustered. His breathing was hard and he scowled at me, hate twisting his features.

"Mudblood," he spat. His lips were a little bruised from our encounter.

"Ferret," with that he stuffed his parchment into his bag and swept out of the classroom. I followed, Ron and Harry flanking me.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron yelled. I was so angry I thought I may burst, my own lips were tender from being assaulted and my hands shook with fury. I didn't answer him. Harry followed silently, his emerald eyes stormy. As soon as we were in my room Harry slammed his fist on the table.

"Who the bloody hell does he think he is," he roared, "you should have punched the git." I stripped from my uniform as they ranted among themselves. I wasn't sure how we ended up kissing. We hated each other and I hadn't even seen him move. I wouldn't have been able to reach his lips so the only option was option A. I couldn't deny the chemistry. Something about hating him made me want to rip the buttons off of his uniform. I couldn't understand why, lust was unexplainable for me. I didn't ponder it anymore as they ranted.

"Do you want me to heal your lip?" Ginny asked. I hadn't noticed her appear.

"Nah," I liked the bruising, it tingled.

"Malfoy must be one hell of a kisser." she commented, "I just can't believe he snogged you right in front of the class like that. McGonagall looked ready to cry, but Snape looked like a proud father."

"I can imagine." Harry muttered, "Her and Malfoy are on the top of Snape's OTP list."

"OTP?" I tilted my head to the side.

"One true pairing, it's usually a girl thing." Ginny explained, "it seems that Snape had a literal list of students that he ships on his desk. I've seen it."

We talked over our own set of cute couples, Lavender and Crabbe, Ron and Pansy, Harry and Lovegood, (according to my friends Malfoy and I would be cute together if he weren't an elitist prat.) It was a list thrown together based on looks and baby possibilities. Blaise and Ginny would be cute, but since I didn't want to out her crush on him I didn't mention it. Before long it was time to head down to dinner. We found a few seats along the end of the table. We hadn't finished serving ourselves when Malfoy came sauntering over.

"Can we talk?" He asked. I wanted to flip my bowl over on his head, not talk.

"No." I shoveled a spoonful of shepards pie into my face, before he shrugged. He cast the sonorous charm on his throat before speaking again.

"Hermione Granger? Will you be my date to the Graduation ball?"

I choked. The meat went down the wrong pipe leaving me breathless and gasping. He popped me hard in the back in an effort to right my breathing.

"I'm sorry, what?" I squeaked. He smirked at my reaction.

"You heard me Granger," he removed the charm, the hall was suspiciously quiet now. Even Professor Dumbledore sat with a spoon full of peas held precariously in front of his face.

"Why would I want to do that?" Everyone noticed how I didn't just say no.

"We're valedictorian and salutatorian, house royalty, and neither of us can deny this tension. It's unhealthy." I turned in my seat and gave him the once over. What harm could we do? He'd take me to an expensive restaurant, I'd hate a date, we'd release our tension in one of the head dorms, (four or six times that night) then when I woke up he'd be gone. We'd graduate the next day, end on a civil note, and go our separate ways. Sounded like a win win to me.

"Sure, why not. I'll let you know what color my dress it after Ginny and I come back from Hogsmeade." I turned around, my stomach twisting with anticipation. This should be interesting.

A.N./:: it had to be done. Review please. This will be rated M. For lemons. So long as I get reviews I update. Deal? Deal.