A/N: This will only be a one-shot. So please do not ask me for more. Thanks!
Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had had a rough few months in the middle of their school year, and just to make things worse, they were head boy and girl for the year. Even after the war, they did not get along very well, but there was no rude names being overheard from first years, or nasty words coming out of each other's mouths. But that was only for a few months.
You see, Harry Potter had been in the Great Hall when this happened, and yet couldn't get the mental picture that scarred his life momentarily. He had been talking with his mate, Ron Weasley about him and Hermione's big break up over two weeks after school started. And yet, Hermione hasn't shown herself except for classes and patrols with Draco. Alas, the whole of Gryffindor didn't mind of Hermione's long-lost existence, and they sat talking excitingly; Harry over hearing his name over a dozen times.
That was when Hermione reviewed herself with her new fashinable blonde hair (possibly from a hair-coloring hex) and strolling in next to her was none other than Draco bloody Malfoy.
"You arse hole! Why can't you just leave me alone?!" a feminine scream curupted through the gigantic room. Harry turned his head towards the entrance doors where it was blasted open from Hermione. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one that saw this; everyone turned there heads once the scream broke everyones regards.
"Oh c'mon Granger. You look better with blonde hair anyways..no need to be ashamed of it." he replied cooly, lifting a smirk on his chissled features. She made a loud 'argh!', and stomped towards the Gryffindor table, where sit a surprised Harry and Ron. She gave them a hard glare, and they turned to talk again. But Harry widened his eyes back and forth between him and Hermione, where Ron immediately changed the subject about quidditch.
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Nothing happened again, until the end of it all. Hermione had sat there the whole time not talking to anyone, when she got up, and walked casually to the Slytherin table about fifteen feet away. Harry turned from Ron and Luna, (who somehow barged into their conversation along the way), and looked towards Hermione, who's hair had turned back to normal again. He stared at her, until she sat directly in front of Draco, and grabbed his middle of his robe, pulling it towards her. Leaning right to his face, she planted his lips onto his, closing her eyes quickly. Apparantly, Draco had not seen this coming; knowing that his eyes widened for a moment, then closed slowly. He was returning the kiss, while everyone watched in awe. Was this supposed to happen? What ever happened to them?
Draco was slowly deepening the kiss, while Hermione's arms snaked around his bare neck. Harry just watched as Hermione's tongue slipped into his mouth, moulding with him. Even though they were the table's length apart, they could still reach each other, and grip each other easily.
After what felt like five minutes (but only a mere ten seconds), they broke apart, foreheads resting together. The Slytherin table wolf-whistled and howled, while the Hufflepuff table clapped merrily. Then Draco...smiled. As did Hermione, and they giggled. They broke apart their bodies, and then walked out, not noticing the giant pile of students who smiled.
Ok. I admit, this story was a little wonky, but ya know...
I just felt the need to make one for this. I am indeed making more after this!
-Kyra