Payback

Disclaimer: Don't own it- Never will.

A/N: Takes place in their Seventh year. Ron and Hermione were going out, but he dumped her for Lavender.

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Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were cramped together in the Great Hall. There had been another Dementor attack on Hogwarts (led by three Death Eaters), and so everyone was herded into the Great Hall for the night. The only thing keeping them from being right on top of each other was the fact that they each had their own, individual sleeping bag.

"How can they sleep?" Hermione asked Ginny, indicating Ron and Harry.

"They're guys! They can sleep through anything," Ginny said, yawning, "We should sleep, too. Or at least you should. Reviewing for the N.E.W.T.s start tomorrow, right?"

Hermione was about to answer, but Ginny had already fallen asleep. Instead, she laid her head back down on the pillow and tried to clear her mind. Somebody stirred and muttered in their sleep to her left. She looked over and saw a head of silky, blonde hair. He turned over, his face now toward her, and Hermione saw a single tear slip silently down his cheek.

On impulse she reached out and brushed it away with her thumb. As she pulled her hand away, Draco's hand flew up and caught her wrist. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked at her face.

"Granger…" he whispered her name in a husky voice before pulling her to him.

His mouth was on hers before she could say anything. Draco wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her body closer to his, while the other was massaging the nape of her neck.

Hermione was missing- SERIOUSLY missing- the safety of her sleeping bag. Draco's kiss was like a narcotic. It swept through her brain, dulling and sharpening her senses at the same time. It slowly moved through her veins, setting her blood aflame. It was ecstasy and torture, pain and pleasure, mixed into one feeling. Killing her slowly from within.

His tongue was inside her mouth, dueling her own. Had his mouth not been covering hers so completely, Hermione would've gasped at the intense sensations flowing throughout her entire being. When Draco pulled away from her, they were both breathing heavily. Hermione caught her breath and smiled at him.

"Funny," she giggled, "I never would've thought you fancied mud-bloods."

"Well, you may be muggle-born, but I never said you were ugly. In fact," he looked her up and down, "I find you quite alluring- annoying though you may also be."

"I have an idea," Hermione said, grinning mischievously, "You like to play mind games, right? And I'm looking for payback on a certain somebody- so why don't we, you know- mess with them a bit. You know… act all cozy, kiss, and that general type of "couple" stuff."

Draco smiled like a chesire cat. Hell! Why not? I've nothing better to do… "Sure, what the hell."

Hermione nodded resolutely. Draco unzipped his sleeping bag and patted it invitingly. "Want to start now?"  he asked.

Hermione smiled warmly as she crawled in next to him. He zipped it back up and wrapped her in the circle of his arms. And it was just like that, that they fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

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Kay… that was the first chapter. Sorry for it being so short, but that was how I wrote it. Review please! Reviews are the favorite food for my Muse. Thanks to Elmo and Maggie for prereading this story! (And being my inspiration fairies!) You'll forever be the nagging voices in my head! DRAGON