Hermione practically ran back to the common room, breathing heavily with relief as she stepped inside. She found a chair- any empty chair, and slid into it. Why was the common room so packed? She remained seated until she saw Ron sitting with Dean Thomas by the fire place, which was roaring with bright orange flames. Ron was almost so hard to spot, his hair blended superbly with the fire behind him. Ron suddenly spotted Hermione, who looked as though she was absolutely horrified.

"Hermione, what's gotten into you today? First you're dressed dreadfully, and now you look as though you've seen a boggart or something." He said rubbing her back. She backed away.

"Oh Ron, it's nothing, it's just been a very trying day is all. It's quite stuffy in here, and I… well I…" She stopped, Ron was no longer listening, but now paying attention to Harry and Ginny who had just walked in. "Ronald you're not even listening to me!"

"Blimey Hermione, I'm sorry. They just irk me so much." He said turning back to Dean. Hermione threw her hands up into the air and stormed up into her bedroom and fell onto the bed.

She opened her Prophet once again, and got the note Draco had shoved inside of it. She stared at it for a rather long extent of time before actually realizing what it meant. Though, it was quite simple to figure out, she couldn't understand why Malfoy was writing it to her.

The note simply read:

"Skip dinner and join me in the dungeons. You'll find me I'm sure."

She blinked and read it again in disbelief. Draco Malfoy had written her a letter to secretly meet. She had always felt something strange when Draco Malfoy was about, but she would have never thought that those feelings were mutual. She started to contemplate on how exactly she was going to get out of dinner, when she realized Harry would be busy with Ginny, and Ron would most likely be busy ignoring her. It was 5:00 in the afternoon now, dinner started promptly at 6:00. She would have plenty of time to escape and make it to the dungeons without being seen or noticed.

What was she to wear? To be safe she put on her school robes, just incase she was spotted, she wouldn't look like a complete mess, or if she were dressed nicely, she wouldn't seem too suspicious. After she was dressed, she surreptitiously headed for the dungeons, and she was pleasantly surprised that all of the hallways were rather deserted.

She reached the dungeons rather sweaty and with quite an interesting feeling floating around in her stomach. She looked everywhere for the sight of his blonde hair, which would surely stand out in the darkness of the walls. Then, she felt a hand on her arm. The grip was strong, yet gentle in such an arousing way. She twirled around, delighted to see Malfoy standing there with a grin on his face as though he had won some sort of medal.

"So you found my note Granger. I'm delighted. However, I was quite unsure if you would actually show, with the fiasco in the library and all. I was hoping that would've ended somewhat differently." He said dragging her into a dimly lit passage way.

"Is that so Malfoy? Well, you seemed very amused at how it actually did end." She said softly, the pressure in her stomach was building with the touch of his hand on her waist.

"I was more amused by your outfit. It was dashing really, one of you're better pieces."

Hermione chuckled. "Yes, well had I known you of all people had been there, perhaps I would've dressed quite differently. But, let's talk about something other than my exceptional matching skills for a moment on concentrate on why you've made me miss my dinner."

"I've told you already Granger, I simply can't have enough of you. It's quite hard you know…"

"What is?"

"Having to act as though you're worthless to me. You being a Mudblood and all."

"Well, Malfoy, you really know how to get a girl." Hermione said backing away a little. This last comment from Malfoy was a little too much. But he grabbed her and pulled her not an inch away from his gray eyes.

"I do, don't I Granger." He said his lips grazing against hers. Her hands were placed on his shoulders. His broad muscular shoulders; she couldn't help but notice. She leaned to him and met his lips. She backed away and opened her eyes. He had a very soft, but pleasing smile spread across his pale face. "There's a deserted classroom just down the hall Granger."

She ruffled her hand through his blonde hair, and smiled quite devilishly. "Please, do lead the way."