A/N Like usual, all HP stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling…I decided I wanted to write Draco/Hermione. So this is what came of this idea mixed with writer's block…Enjoy!
"Class dismissed."
Hermione grabbed her books, double checking that she had turned in her homework and had brewed her potion acceptably. Bottling up the small bottle of the Draught of Living Death, she made her way to the front of the room, handing the bottle to Professor Snape.
Five minutes later, she was in the Great Hall with her two best friends, laughing and eating the best food Hogwarts could offer. Realizing it was time for post to arrive, she looked up, searching the ceiling for Hedwig, who usually brought her mail in as well as Harry's, and spotted the owl just coming into the hall, carrying a small envelope. Hedwig landed on the table, dropping Harry's letter in his lap, and sped off.
"Who's it from, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry grinned. "It's from Hagrid. He wants to know if we can come for tea later." He grabbed Hermione's quill, and scratched an answer, stating the three of them would be there.
Later that afternoon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione exited Hagrid's Hut, creating a detour in order to throw Hagrid's treats into the Black Lake.
Hermione grinned. "You know, we really should tell him he's a horrible cook."
Ron laughed. "I think you should do it. You wouldn't hurt his feelings."
Hermione smiled at him. "So you're saying I'm the least heartless in the group?"
They soon finished feeding the Giant Squid, and, preparing to return to Hogwarts, turned around to come face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"So, Potter, still low enough to visit the idiot giant, are you?"
Hermione scowled, stepping forward. "Oh, and you're not one?"
"How dare you talk to me, you filthy Mudblood!" He scowled at her.
Hermione glared at him. "When are you going to grow up and realize that you're not superior to everyone else in the world?"
"When are you going to realize that I think someone else is the best person in the world?"
"You stupid git, when are you going to realize that all these insults are empty on both sides?"
"When you realize the same thing." A few seconds passed while they both realized what he had just said. He stepped forward at the same time Hermione did, enveloping her in his arms and kissing the top of her head.
She looked up. "You should be less Slytherin cunning and more Gryffindor bravery." And kissed him fully on the lips.
A/N Number 2: This was not as long as I thought it'd be…but that's what happens when you write with writer's block. And if you have seen A Very Potter Musical, here is an alternate ending:
And then they lived happily ever after at Pigfarts.