Hermione couldn't really think of a person she hated more than Draco Malfoy. The boy was a coward hiding behind his father's name; he was nothing more than a snide little jerk. Sure, he wasn't terrible to look at, particularly as he had gotten older and some muscles developed, but a fair face couldn't make her forget the worm within.
Malfoy disliked many people, one being the Granger girl. She always believed she was better than him, despite the fact that she was nothing more than a filthy little mudblood. Sure, when she learned how to actually take care of herself and developed a bit, she was quite the looker, but he could never forget the snobby know-it-all she really was.
Fangirl x [since I don't feel like giving her a name XD] was carrying some temporary love potion, or actually more of a lust potion. She had a huge crush on Malfoy, and would give anything to kiss him; unfortunately for her, things were not going to go as planned.
Malfoy and Hermione were in an outright screaming match- very up close and personal and very loud. Fangirl x approached with two cups of spiked pumpkin juice, intending to, well, drug Malfoy, drink the second cup, and thus create the connection and emotion needed to get the so desired kiss. Yet as she approached, her foot managed to get caught in the end of her robe and over she went. The pumpkin juices did one of those epic, slow motion arcs through the air, to land, one each, on Malfoy and Hermione, of course.
Fangirl x ran off sobbing about how her plan had failed, but since her point in the story was done, no one really cared.
The screaming match had abruptly ended, and now the two were just staring at each other, the most curious expressions on their faces. They were getting closer too, the already short distance getting shorter. When their lips finally met, or kind of ran into eachother, Malfoy and Hermione both jumped back as if startled.
They waited like that for a second more, then, in a flash, they were entwined around each other. Kisses, gasps, hands moving everywhere. Their lips met again and again, Malfoy's hands going 'round Hermione's waist, pulling her closer, hers encircling his neck, going into his hair.
The intense necking session continued for quite some time, some ten minutes, before the two suddenly froze. Malfoy's hand was in the process of sliding up Hermione's vest, her own tightly gripping Malfoy's well-rounded butt. The two pushed apart quickly, turning awat form each other to fix their clothes and messed up hair; evidently, the potion had worn off.
Both turned back around at the same time, mouths open as if to say something. They both seemed to decide it was better to just keep silent, and went off in their respective directions.
Later, the two encountered each other again. No one was around, but where they would typically ignore each other, or break out into some sort of argument, they stopped to stare at one another, silent. After a moment, both continued on, thinking about their accidental moment of passion.