Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Wish I did.

A/N: I am sorry that this took me so long. I got lost for a long time. Trying to find myself again, now.

Chapter 2: Confusions

In the brief moment before their lips met, Hermione took a shallow breath and dimly registered the fact that her elbows were scraping against the rough, stone wall.

As their lips met, Hermione's mind went completely blank. It was a curious feeling, as she had never experienced such a moment of complete confusion and speechlessness as she did just then.

All of a sudden, thought, feeling and emotion rushed back to her. With it came a strange, tingling feeling, which originated from where hers and Malfoy's lips touched and coursed, violently, through her. All the way to the tips of her finger and toes.

Malfoy was moving his lips over hers, his arms on her forearms having not moved an inch. Without any conscious thought, Hermione kissed him back. He was powerful, and at over six foot, she had no chance of moving him. Her first coherent thought was that his lips were softer and warmer than she would have expected. The sensation coursing through her was still unbelievably strong. Her second coherent thought was that this was Draco Malfoy; hater of muggle borns, a Slytherin and a completely hateful person. Harry and Ron would undoubtedly disown her if they could see her. Well, maybe not Harry, but Ron certainly would.

Finding a strength she didn't know she possessed, Hermione shoved Malfoy back far enough to pull away and squeeze herself out from between him and the wall. She put a safe amount of distance between them as he turned to face her, his usual smirk, and a trace of the initial anger, firmly in place. However, she saw something flicker in his silver eyes.

Still shaking from the tingling that had rushed through her, Hermione looked contemptuously at him, "What on earth do you think you're doing? I'm a mudblood, remember?"

Malfoy's smirk didn't falter. Hermione turned and stalked back to the Gryffindor common room. As upset as she was by the whole, confusing situation, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling of loss from the tingling sensation and Malfoy's lips. That upset her the most.

She covered the distance back to the common room quickly and crashed through the common room unnecessarily loudly. Without stopping to see who was in the room, Hermione disappeared up the girls' staircase.

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley looked at their best friends' retreating back. Ron looked at Harry, "Hermione looks red."

Harry shrugged, "I'm guessing it has something to do with Malfoy. No one else will be out at this time."

"She can handle herself," Ron stated.

"It doesn't seem like she did," Harry mumbled. "Come on, homework or we're not allowed to sleep." He threw a look at the girls' stairs again. Ron grinned and returned to his parchment.

Hermione threw things around every which way in the search for her pyjamas. She cursed both silently and aloud as she went along. Lavender and Parvati watched her wordlessly. She got into bed and wrenched the curtains round her.

As she settled into bed, despair set in. Hermione didn't like not knowing the answer to things, and she couldn't explain what the tingling that had coursed through her was. Worst of all, she didn't know why she wanted Malfoy to kiss her again.

Sleep would be difficult to find tonight. The thought that kissing Malfoy again would betray not only her best friends, but also her whole house was flooding her with guilt. She tossed and turned a lot that night.

I know this chapter seems more like a filler, but I feel that it's necessary for the progression of the story. See you soon.

Pure-HP