Author's note: I love you guys! Thanks for reading! I forgot to tell you that the first part was in Hermione's POV. I decided to make this one Draco's so you'll know what's going on in his beautiful oh so perfect mind (favoritism!). Please read and Review

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"I am dead," I told myself after getting out of the crowded hallway to the Great hall. They looked very suspicious of me! Even after I kept my cool and strutted my way. Did my face look flushed in any way? I'd kill Granger if she gets out of there the minute I went out! Stupid mudblood. Why didn't she stop me! Idiot!

I set off to a deserted place. Where there will be no one to see me nor notice I'm there nor even bother to go there.

"The Shrieking Shack," I thought. I made that place a comfy hideout when I wanted to be alone during weekends. I even sometimes do my homework there. When I finally arrived at the very shaky shack I settled myself in and thought of the foolishness of my actions.

"It wasn't like me to go kissing around people who give me the chance too! And Granger of all of them! Who's stupid enough to not remember that I hate her and she hates me and that we don't like kissing each other! This is really a bomber because she is a good kisser and that I liked it and she's too beautiful for a mudblood!" I told myself.

"Well, actually, you did say you hate her, and she told you that she hates you too and you said 'good'. I have a question, what was good? The fact that you hate each other or her kissing?"

I punched the floor I was seating in and got a splinter.

"Great, I kissed a mudblood who I realized, until now, is beautiful and a great kisser then I started talking to myself and now I have a painful splinter that could kill me if it gets infected! This is not my day. Not my day at all," I said and looked at my wound. It was bloody red.

"Well, if you just stare at it, it will kill you," Granger suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"It just keeps getting better by the minute. Now I'm having a daydream. I really have to get some medication," I told myself and felt my forehead for my temperature.

"Ha.ha. Very funny, Malfoy. I'm serious! If all you do is stare at that splinter it'll do its magic and kill you," Granger said once more. I looked at her and cocked my head in contemplation. I blinked twice and rubbed my eyes.

"Is that really you?" I asked and she nodded. In panic, I stood immediately and leaned on the wall.

"How did you know I'm here?" I said in an oddly loud voice and pointed a finger at her.

"I didn't. I just felt like going here," She said and sat down on the floor.

"Sit down, you dolt. You look like an idiot being afraid of her like that,"

I sat down in front of her then she reached out for my hand.

"I can fix this, you know," She told me, referring to my splinter.

"Do it then," I commanded her.

"I would have. If only I had my wand with me,"

"That won't work on me," I said pulling my hand away.

"I can fix it myself," I drew my wand and muttered,

"Immuendo,"

"See," I stated looking at my now closed wound. She sighed and stared at nowhere.

"Why were you crying in the lavatory last night?" She suddenly asked which caught me by surprise.

"It's none of your business,"

"It is now. You decided to use me in a plot or something, right?"

"It's still none of your business. Besides, I wasn't crying," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What was it that you are incapable of doing?"

"None of your business,"

"Okay. So…was the kiss part of your plan?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Still none of your business,"

"Why?"

"Because I decided not to use you,"

"Hmm, okay," She stood up and dusted herself so I stood up too, my hands still over my chest.

"I have one last question. Why did you kiss me even if you hate me?" My hands fell to my sides at this.

"I…was just caught in the moment. That was nothing. I do that all the time. I just haven't thought of who I was about to kiss,"

"Right. Well then I'm going back," She started for the door but suddenly stopped mid-step.

"By the way, people got the idea of what we were doing in the cupboard. They said we were making out," Then she was out of the place.

"Did she just say what I think she did? Oh shit! Father's going to kill me!" I ran out of the Shrieking Shack and went straight to Hogwarts.

THIRD PERSON POV

Rumors spread so fast, just like fire. Soon Slytherins and Gryffindors were glaring at each other every second they could. Some Slytherins say it's a plot of Gryffindors to promote house unity and be good-looking in front of Dumbledore. While the Gryffindors supposed it was some kind of a sick joke some first year Slytherins composed to conquer the world.

While Hermione was on her way to the Gryffindor Dormitory, her mind was clouded with curses for the couple who made her Astronomy Tower a love nest that made her go to the Shrieking Shack which she thought, until earlier, was the least place a person would go to; and questions for Malfoy whom didn't answer anything logical.

"Hermione!" Someone called after her. She stopped dead in her tracks.

"I am going to have the most painful questioning of my life!" Hermione's mind said.

She looked back and saw Harry, Ron, and Ginny approaching her.

"Hey guys! I've been looking everywhere for you!" She said in an oddly high-pitched voice.

"Really?" Ginny asked. Hermione just nodded her lie.

"Have you heard what everybody is on about??" Ron asked. She shook her head, no. They gave her a you-should-know-all-about-it-because-you-are-what-it's-about look.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"Tell her, Gin," Harry ordered Ginny.

"Hermione! They have this gossip in the girls' bathroom that you made out with Malfoy inside a cupboard!" Ginny exclaimed for all the people passing that hallway to stop in there tracks. Hermione looked around at the students, her face flushed.

"You're not telling us something!" Ginny whispered and grabbed her by the wrist to lead her to the Gryffindor's dormitory. They stormed into their shared quarters and locked the door. Ginny told Harry and Ron to wait in the common room which didn't made the two boys very cheery.

"Okay. Straight to the point, it really happened. My only question is how? Why?" Ginny asked as she shoved Hermione to sit on her bed.

"That's two questions, Gin," Hermione pointed out. Ginny's mouth flew open for a second but got her composure back and closed it.

"Don't get smart on me, 'Mione, I'm interrogating here," Hermione shut her mouth and waited for Ginny to talk once more.

"Well? How did it happen?"

"It was nothing, really. He cornered me after breakfast; before I knew it I was immobilized and was inside a cupboard. He told me he hates me then ran out of the cupboard. I think it was a dare or something which depended on his honor as a Malfoy because what else would make him do that, right Gin?" Hermione explained in a swift.

"Right," Ginny nodded but Hermione can sense that she still has doubts.

"What? You didn't think I'd do that on my own volition now, did you? I can assure you I will not do it, not in a million years, not ever!" Hermione made her point which brought a smile on Ginny's face. They told everyone the story and in the middle of that day, Hermione slipped into the owlery and owled Draco Malfoy a note.

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Malfoy,

I made a story on why you and I were in the cupboard. I told my friends that you had a dare which depended on your honor as a Malfoy so you immobilized me, shoved me into a cupboard, and made it clear that you hate me before the kiss.

This is unless it isn't what it really was about.

HG

"What kind of an idea is this? Stupid Granger, doesn't even know how to lie,"

This was running on Draco's mind when Blaise Zabini came in.

"Hey, Draco, how was the kiss with the mudblood?" Blaise asked with a smug look.

"I'm still trying to wash away the mud inside my mouth. If you see Crabbe, inform me at once. I'll kill the bastard for making such a dare," spitting on a spittoon beside his bed.

"Crabbe made you do that?" Blaise asked incredulously.

"Why would you take command from Crabbe?" Blaise asked touchng his chin in contemplation. This gave Draco enough time to fetch a parchment inside his side table and tossed it to Blaise.

"Have you seen one of that?" Draco asked Blaise wh shook his head.

"That's a special from Zonko's, mailed it to me yesterday,"

"What is it?" Blaise asked.

"A cursed parchment. It won't do the trick unless you have a purpose for it," Draco explained.

"So what did Crabbe do?"

"He was here early in the morning looking for a piece of parchment. He looked inside my drawer and saw one of that. He folded it in a way then wrote stupid things in it like grab someone's arse or kiss a mudblood and so on. He tried it on me and woopdeedoo, guess what I picked," Draco said with fake enthusiasm.

"So, what might have happened if you didn't do it?"

"I told Crabbe to burn the parchment and get out of my sight because I will not do it. I found my robe burning. I almost got toasted because of that idiot Crabbe and that stupid parchment," Draco huffed in exasperation while Blaise started a fit.

"That is what you call a lie, Granger," Draco told himself in satisfaction.

All they did was waiting for the explanation to spread out and they were safe the next day.

The next day all girl students at Hogwarts came swooning in on Hermione telling her how lucky she was to be a muggleborn and get to kiss Draco Malfoy. In the middle of that day she got tired of it and slumped down on a pile of leaves in the Hogwarts grounds.

"I think I'll go crazy! What's with these girls? They act as if Malfoy's an icon or something!"

"He is, 'Mione," Ginny informed her. She blew away a curl on her face, not wanting to hear her friend.

"Gin, I have to go get something. Can you wait for me here?" Ginny nodded and started for the quidditch field to watch the Gryffindor team practice.

Hermione went back to the Shrieking Shack to look for Malfoy but he wasn't there. She tried looking around the Slytherin Dungeons but he wasn't around the area. She tried the library, and with much luck, he was there.

He was in a very secluded place, a place whose books were all about the Dark Arts.

"Figures," She told herself.

He was reading a book entitled: arts foncés du siècle en France (dark arts of the century in France)

"You know how to speak French?" Hermione suddenly asked. Draco looked up from the book to glance at Hermione then back to the book again.

"Who invited you here?" Draco asked coldly. Hermione leaned on a bookshelf.

"I wondered if you would give me my wand back,"

"Here," Draco said getting her wand from his inside pocket.

"Err, thanks. Well then, see you around," She said, turned around and started walking away.

"That is all you need?" Draco asked not looking up.

"Ehrm, yes," Hermione nodded. Her heart was beating so fast, she placed a fist over her chest.

"No, that's not at all what I need. What I need is you! And it's very difficult for me to walk away from you knowing that my heart needs you!" Hermione's mind was racing. Draco got up from where he was seating and paced to where she was.

"You're a bad liar, aren't you?" Draco asked. Hermione just nodded and Draco walked past her saying: je vous déteste et je t'aime

She didn't know what it meant; her mind was clouded with the smell of his cologne lingering in the air. When she recovered he was out of sight.

Hermione arrived in her dormitory room, there was an eagle owl waiting on the window ledge of the room. She let the owl in and grabbed the letter from its beak.

Lying lessons at the Shrieking Shack, 8:00PM

Hermione smiled and ran to the Hogwarts Grounds.

THE END.

Author's note: That's it. Told yah its a two shot. Thanks for reading. I love you guys! Please give me overflowing reviews! Thanks a lot!