Look at the way he's standing there. That dangerous grin on his face that could mean one of a thousand things. Leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He thinks he's a god. Ha!

"Oh look, Granger's back on the hunt. Looking for Weasel, are you?"

"Now that you mention it..." She doesn't let him see how interested she truly is. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"And why are you looking for him at the dungeon doors at this hour of the night? I can set you up with a detention with Snape, you know."

Hermione moved close to Draco, invading his area of comfort and daring. Now he was terrified. Now... She had his attention.

"I can cast wretched spells on you so that when I'm done..." she waited until he had stopped breathing to continue, "they won't even find entrails to use as evidence." She could hear him whimpering now. "The door to the dungeons is nearly soundproof. Scream all you want."

Draco's incessant whimpering became strangled. He was stifling faked sobs, mocking her, which eventually became cold laughter. "You stupid Mudblood. Think you can outsmart me in a duel? You thought wrong."

He would've continued if she hadn't prodded him in the chest with her wand. "I have a bit of an advantage, don't you think?"

"You wouldn't." Judging by his eyes, he knew she would.

"There are no witnesses. I could."

"You're going to... kill me then?" For the first time, he seemed truly frightened. Hermione leaned in a bit more than was allowed by his social stature. He was inches away from a muggle-born!

"No. Worse." Hermione slid a hand behind his head and crushed her lips against his. He could feel that it wasn't... sloppy, not like he would've done. It had a certain amount of grace that stole his breath from his lungs. Oh god... A Mudblood was kissing him. And what was worse- he loved it. That was it. Life as he knew it was over. If his father ever did return, it would mean expulsion from the Malfoy family and the Death Eaters, and possibly his execution. But it was wonderful while it lasted...

Hermione looked down on the blushing Slytherin. Blushing! My, she'd had an effect on him. She'd dropped her wand the moment their lips touched (or rather, collided), but now she retrieved it from the ground. Hermione glared and with a sigh... "How I hate you," she stormed off down the hall.

"Oy! Mudblood!"

Hermione turned to him in disgust. "What now?"

It took a moment for him to reply, but then a demented smirk swept across his face, "I hate you, too."

A/N: A simple one-shot that I took a chance on. Whaddya think?