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Pairing:Draco/Hermione

Hermione P.O.V.

I stormed towards the Gryffindor common rooms. I've just read the newest edition of the daily prophet, and Rita Skeeter has successfully ruined my day, again! That woman just doesn't stop! Of course my mood only worsens when I run into Malfoy. Well, maybe not. You see, during the battle of Hogwarts, Malfoy fought on our side, and despite what he did in the past, I couldn't exactly overlook that. He's become slightly more bearable, and even occasionally joins us, Hary, Ron, and I, for breakfast in the mornings. A lot can change over a year. Except his ability to annoy me.

"Whoa there, Granger! What's got your knickers in a twist?" He asks, looking me up and down from where he is leaning against the wall beside the fat lady's portrait. He looks all too nonchalant, and it makes my breath catch in my throat. It's not a feeling I recognize.

"Shove off, Malfoy," I snap at him, as I attempt to walk into common room without looking at his eyes for too long. His beautiful grey eyes… Wait, what! He smirked down at me and saunters into my path. I, all of a sudden, realized just how close were standing. And how tall he is. And the way his grey sweater hugs his abs, I mean... Hermione, snap out of it!

"I don't think I will," He teased lightly, bringing my eyes back up to his face.

'What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, incredulous. He just smiles knowingly.

"Just that you look like you need something to relieve your stress, or should I say someone?" He waggled his eyebrows as I realised what he was insinuating.

"Excuse yo-" I start to say, but he cuts me off, pulling me straight through a tapestry and into a cold narrow tunnel. He presses me against the side, and to my surprise, I'm not reciting hexes at him. Then again, I couldn't exactly reach my wand seeing as he is holding hands above my head, pinning them to the wall.

'Fuck you." I say calmly, my eyes narrowed. But I'm caught off guard by his response.

"Why I'd be glad to," He whispers huskily.

"Why you slimy little ferret! Let go of me!"

"Nope." I swear to Godric, he's actually having fun while psychologically torturing me. Absorbed in my mental ranting, I didn't notice him inch closer, closing most of the space left between us.

"Draco…" I grit out, but I'm only half-glaring. i'm painfully aware of the fact that our noses are touching.

"Hermione," He replies, still smirking, and I can't help but notice how attractive he is.

"What are you doing?" I ask, confused for one of the the first times in my life.

"Something I should have done a long time ago,"He says, the mischievous glint in his eyes reappearing.

"Are you messing with me? " That would explain a lot actually.

"Do you think so?" I seem to lose the ability to talk as I stare at him in the dark, my common sense lost in a mixture of confusion, anger, and is that…Affection? Draco looks at me with something akin to sympathy as he brushes a lock of unruly hair out of my face.

"Well, I'll just have to prove you wrong," He says, leaning in. In a matter of seconds, I feel his lips on mine. As I close my eyes I see fireworks. I feel myself kissing back. His hands move to tangle in my hair, and i place mine around his neck. As i let out a soft sigh, I realize that this is what I was missing in my life, what I had been looking for with Ron. Also, what I hadn't found before. I hear a low growl escape his lips as he leans more into the kiss. After a few minutes, we finally pull away for air. Draco smiles at me, cocking his head to the side.

"Now do you think I was messing with you?" He asks, humor evident in his voice. But, I just roll my eyes, use his tie to pull him down, and kiss him again.

Well, that's that!

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