Now I know that I shouldn't be starting another story since I have not updated my other main one since August but I just oculdn't help myself. This is a two shot to be exact and I hope everyone likes it and don't forget to review in the end!

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters that you do not recognize.

Hermione Granger liked her sleep. She saw it as an essential part of her life. If she did not receive enough sleep she would not be able to perform at her maximum potential the next morning at her job which was a very tiresome one. Indeed, she was the head of the Mggle Relations Department in the ministry and that did require quite a bit of her time, which is why she craved her sleep, since she only got a little of it anyways.

That was why, when at approximately 1:32 in the morning, she was very angry when she heard a knock at the door of her one bedroom flat. She threw her covers off of her, muttering angry, and stormed to the front door. Not even bothering to ask who it was, she wrenched it open and glared angrily at the person who was unfortunate enough to knock at her door.

She was met by the sight of one Ronald Weasley who seemed to be at his wit's end.

"Ron, what the bloody hell are you doing at my door at this time of the night?" she spat, her brown eyes taking on a most evil look.

Ron tugged nervously at his collar as he took in her appearance. "Er...sorry?"

Hermione stared at him for about two seconds before growling, "What do you want?"

"Well, about that..." Ron looked at her apologetically before enveloping her in a gigantic hug. He cleared his throat and said, "I just wanted to warn you before he came."

"What?"

"Well, you see-"

"Get on with it, Ron."

"Um, well..." Ron pushed his way past her into her house and turned to look at her. "I really didn't mean for this to happen Hermione and I have no idea what I was thinking and-"

"When do you ever have an idea what you are thinking, Ron?" Hermione glared at him, hands on her hips.

Ron raised an eyebrow and said, "What do you mean by-" He muttered an apology at Hermione's glare. "I was at Harry's earlier on this evening with Malfoy and you know how it is..."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Of course I know how it is, especially since I've never been to one of your bonding sessions."

Ron gave a crooked smile and said, "We were talking and well, the subject eventually turned to you."

"Am I supposed to be pleased that my name graced your conversation?" she asked sourly.

"Please let me continue, Hermione," Ron pleaded. Hermione rolled her eyes, giving him her assent. "We talked about Hogwarts and other things before the war and Malfoy casually brought it up that he...er...he had never seen you well, um...kiss anyone."

Hermione snorted at Ron's words and said, "What on earth is he talking about? I kiss you and Harry all the time."

"That's right, but Hermione, Malfoy pointed out that it doesn't count because we are your best freinds."

"Doesn't count?" asked Hermione with an incredulous look on her face. "Doesn't count? What is he? Five? Since when does a kiss not count as a kiss?"

Ron cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "That's what I said. Malfoy, as usual told me I was an idiot and that I knew nothing. Then...don't get mad Hermione because I honestly didn't know that this was going to happen next, but then I asked him, 'Well, Malfoy, if kissing us doesn't count then who should she kiss, you?' Then I started laughing because just seeing the picture in my head was the funniest sight ever and I couldn't help it." Ron yelped as Hermione's hand came in contact with the back of his head.

"What was that for?"

"For being a complete idiot, Ron." She shook her head and asked, "Where was Harry in all of this?"

Ron smiled sheepishly at her and said, "He drank too much and fell asleep."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Then what?"

Ron glared at her while rubbing his head and said, "I stopped laughing and he looked at me with that odd look he gets on his face any time he gets a new idea and he told me that I was right for once. And then I told him that you would never kiss him. And then he bet me that you would kiss him by tomorrow-er...today's end and I bet him that you wouldn't." Ron sighed and said, "Before I knew it, we had a bet right there and I was shaking hands with him. I'm really sorry, Hermione, I wasn't thinking and I thought it would be fair to warn you before he came and tried to do anything funny to you."

Ron watched Hermione who had an eerily calm look on her face. "You-you aren't actually going to kiss him, are you?" he asked cautiously.

Hermione looked at him with the calmest expression Ron had ever seen and said, "Ron, I am giving you until five to leave my flat. If you aren't gone by then, I will rip you to pieces." She closed her eyes and said, "Five..."

"But Hermione..."

"Four..."

"Just listen-"

"Three..."

"At least I-"

"TWO..."

"Hermione..."

"ONE!" Hermione's eyes flew open and she let out a shriek as she flew at one very scared Ronald Weasley. Ron yelped as her figure came dangerously close to him and whipped out of her flat as fast as he could, barely hearing the door slam behind him.

As he apparated back to his home that he shared with his wife and children, he knew that he was going to be in for it. Shuddering, he fell asleep next to his wife, nightmares about Hermione in a pointy hat, having long yellow fingernails, chasing after him on a broom as she shrieked loudly plaguing him for the rest of the night.

Hermione Granger was not having a good day. She had come to work exactly thirty seconds late, delaying everything that she had to do by thirty seconds. She was a very punctual person and an ardent perfectionist and Ron Weasley barging into her house at 1:32 in the morning had disrupted her daily routine.

She slammed her head down on her desk muttering about how the next time she saw him, she was going to murder him. He deserved nothing short of that. Why, he had been the most understanding of why she needed her sleep and usually Harry was the understanding one. Yet, despite all the concern he had shown, he had gone against her wishes and woken her up to tell her of an utterly stupid bet that he had stupidly gone and made because he was so stupidly stupid. Hermione slapped herself; she was stupid for not being able to come up with any other word apart from stupid.

She groaned and began flicking nonexistent specks of dust off her desk. She had absolutely nothing to do and there was still nearly half an hour to go before lunch time. She had been so obsessed about being thirty seconds behind that somehow, she had gone into overdrive and finished reading over and signing every single paper that had been on her desk and was now left with nothing to do. Hermione did not know what to do when there was nothing to do and as a result, she contented herself with flicking dust and staring murderously at a picture of her, Ron, and Harry.

Apparently, she found it so interesting that she did not even look up when her door let out a slight creak indicating that someone had entered her office.

"Planning on murdering someone?" came the voice.

Hermione looked up from the picture with a sneer on her face and snarled, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

Draco Malfoy, at the age of twenty six was a rather handsome wizard. He had short blond hair that he gelled back like during his school days, was very tall, and had striking gray eyes that he felt that no one could resist. It was safe to say that he had quite the ego.

He smirked at the bored witch and said, "What? Can't a friend come and visit a friend?"

"Are you insinuating that I am your friend or are you insinuating that you are my friend?"

"Either one," he replied. "It doesn't matter to me." He smirked at her, flashing he a set of brilliant white teeth. "How are you doing on this fine day, friend?"

"Just peachy," she snapped, her eyes flashing at him. "How are you doing on this fine day, friend?"

Draco laughed and asked, "So I'm your friend now?"

Hermione looked up at him with an unreadable expression and asked, "What do you want?"

Draco smiled at her a twisted smile and sat down on her desk, right next to her. He looked down at her, while she stared back up at him, a dangerous look in her eyes,

"Come any closer, Malfoy, and I'll push you right off."

He chuckled again, infuriating her. "You seem much more pleasant when you're angry like this." She rolled her eyes at him and turned back to glaring at the picture.

Draco raised an eyebrow and turned slightly to see what she was glaring at. A smirk graved his lips and he said, "What did Scarhead and Weasel Boy do now?"

"Oh, it's more like what did Weasel Boy and Ferret Face do now…"

Draco paled slightly and said, "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

Hermione looked at him with a dead pan expression and pulled herself up so that she was sitting up straight. She stared at Draco with a funny expression and after a while, stood up. Then, she drew closer to Draco so that their faces were only a few inches apart. Holding the collar of his shirt in one hand and drawing a finger down the side of his face in the other she whispered, "Tell me, Draco…" Draco was staring at her mouth.

"How much would Ron have to give you if I…" She came even closer and said, "Kissed you?"

Draco leaned forward to capture her lips and was surprised when she abruptly pulled away from him. "Granger…"

"You think it's that easy? That I'll kiss you just like that?" Hermione shook her head and said, "You can do better, ferret. A lot better. Besides, I don't take kindly to being bet on, so if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you left my office."

Hermione turned away from him and was about to walk out of her office but was stopped by Draco grabbing onto her arm. She looked at him and tried to yank her arm away but to no avail.

"You won't kiss me then?" he asked.

She laughed at him. "Are you mad? Of course I'm not going to."

Draco stared at her long and hard and said, "But if you don't, you let Weasley win the bet. Isn't he the cause of your horrible day?" He drew her closer and said, "You wouldn't want him to win at the cost of your misery."

Hermione smiled at him sweetly and said, "True, but if I kiss you, you win the bet and I don't want that happening either."

Draco stared at her at a loss of what to do. Suddenly he said, "Go to lunch with me."

"What?"

"Eat lunch with me today."

"Malfoy, if you think that-"

"Just eat lunch with me today. Please, that's all I'm asking, Granger."

"Don't you have other things to do, Malfoy?"

"Me. You. Lunch. Now."

Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed his hand off of her arm. Fixing him with an incorrigible look, she grabbed her coat and proceeded to drag him out of her office muttering that she got to choose where they ate.