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"How dare you!" Hermione shrieked at him.

"How dare I? How dare I? You filthy vile mudblood atrocity," but his words were cut short as Hermione let out another shriek of annoyance.

"I'm vile? I guess you would say that considering you can't even attempt to compete with this mudblood as you've so elegantly put it. How is it with my lesser blood status," the venom dripping from her every word," is able to out cast every spell you attempt? Every damned potion you try to brew I make one hundred times better? Vile? No, I'm not vile but you are insignificant if the only words you can muster to use against me are that rudimentary."

Draco was furious at her words and implications. Who was she to try and berate him, make him feel as though he weren't above her in every way imaginable. He would show her and her insufferable know it all demeanour. The slight tinge of anger was slowly fading from his pale complexion as he eased his facade back into slight indifference mixed with loathing. He smoothed the platinum colored hair back from his brow where it had become ever so slightly disheveled during the argument, that he felt he would win, as he took a haughty step towards her.

Hermione was not going to be intimidated by this pompous pious insignificant git that thought he could advance on her. She was a war hero. She was hardened by courage and forged in fire. She was Gryffindor and she had said her piece. Far as she was concerned this argument was over and he had no right to try to continue it. She pivoted on her heel to leave the classroom where they had their row away from the gossiping hoards of students and faculty. She was not prepared for his advancement on her from across the room.

Draco's hand grabbed her wrist at the same time his other hand landed soundly on the heavy wooden door. Turning her to face him he was momentarily shocked at the look on her face. Where he was hoping that she would have fear or intimation within her expression it was instead cold and calculating. Almost devoid to an extent.

"I'm not done talking with you," Draco said through clenched teeth, his silver grey eyes shimmering with malice and determination to make this witch fear him as she should. She had no right, in his mind, to traipse through the hallowed halls of this school as if she belonged here. Sure she had magical abilities but she still was not worthy, she never would be.

"You would do well to let go of me this instant Malfoy, lest this slip up be reported to Wizengmont. We all know they only allowed you back here under the agreement of your father and mother betraying the rest of the Death Eaters that weren't vanquished. Or do you need an even better reminder of your new" she wasn't able to finish her sentence as Draco placed a Silencio on her. Oh he was going to pay for that one.

She drew her free hand back to strike him and as she almost made contact he restrained that wrist as well. Her normally Amber shaded eyes burned with a loathing that darkened them to an unfathomable black and her inherent magic crackled around them splintering the door behind her back where she was pushed up against it.

Draco leaned in closer to her face so that he could make sure the intensity of what he had to say to her would not be mistaken. He would remind her of who she was dealing with and as he was about to speak Hermione did something that she knew would sully his name and reputation. It was meant to jar him to his bone and to keep the revolting words from leaving his mouth. She closed the gap and placed her mouth on his.

In that moment both of their magic flared with a blinding intensity. The look of horror she was expecting did not occur, instead mortified satisfaction was there ever so fleetingly. He wasn't supposed to return the furtive kiss, but he did. If she wanted to play that game he would make her lose because this was all about winning, about her learning her place after all.

He tightened his grasp on her wrists digging his immaculate fingernails into the soft flesh, but she dares not flinch dared not let him win. When he did not back away she dragged her tongue across his lower lip. That action sent a shiver down his spine and caused the blinding magic to escalate once more. This was infuriating he could not lose this game with her and so he pressed his hips into her, applying more pressure on her and the door.

Fine, she was going to play along. At this point she would not mind leaving him in a state of anguish at his revolting behaviour. She tipped her hips into him feeing the unmistakable presence of his erection. She licked his lip again and gave it a slight nip. The throaty growl that left him held so much lust Hermione almost forgot the nature of this game. She had to win.

Only a handful of professors knew she was talented in wordless magic. She had spent the better part of the previous year perfecting that practice while on the run with Harry. She silently cast a spell that undid the fastening of Draco's robes and shirt. While he was slightly taken aback by this move, he silently appreciated her use of wordless magic. "Damn that mudblood. I'll show her," he thought.

Draco released her wrists in lieu of the nape of her neck. His hand entwined in her curls and for a fleeting moment the idea of being able to continually touch that softness flooded his mind. He had to stop this, but how could he admit defeat to her? To this inferior magical abomination? This muggle-born that should not have this kind of power.

As Draco leaned back to break off the kiss, a satisfying thought occurred to him along the lines of Hermione being love sick after this and him not giving her the time of day. However, that is not what happened. With his body retreating Hermione's only thought was that he felt he was winning and she could not have that. She needed to unnerve him beyond just the kiss.

She slowly traversed her hands up the plane of his torso, over the definition that were his abdominal muscles. He reflexively tensed at the sensation of her soft, warm hands caress. Further up she went until her hands entwined behind his neck releasing a whispered moan into his mouth. She nibbled at his bottom lip once more but this time he responded fully, darting his tongue inside of her mouth gingerly.

He tasted of apples and whiskey, she thought. It was slightly intoxicating and for a moment she forgot the aim of this kiss, to humiliate him with the knowledge that he willing snogged a mudblood, willingly snogged her. She on the other hand tasted of vanilla and cinnamon along with other earthy spices. It was invigorating, and he was drowning in that taste now. Damned mudblood, she should not make him respond like this.

With that thought Draco pushed Hermione off of him with a look of disgust and horror on his face. As he stomped out of the empty classroom and into the deserted hallway she thought to herself, "serves him right for trying to intimidate me. I'll bet he never forgets what just happened. In fact I know he won't because I will always remind him." She left just after he did with a satisfied smirk on her face and a bounce in her step. She had bested Malfoy at his own game nothing would be able to dampen her spirits now it seemed.