Disclaimer: I've got depression because, as you've probably guessed, I don't own Harry Potter. *sobs*

A/N: So, due to a couple of very encouraging reviews, I have decided to carry on this fic into a multi-chapter. It's fun to write, for a start, plus I have a few ideas for some romance. I don't there will be a particularly strong plot, it'll be mainly Dramione action with not a great deal of other stuff in between, but I think that as it's a Dramione fic, it's not necessary to have lots of chapters where Hermione is with her friends etc. So, please R&R, I love to hear encouragement and constructive criticism.

I was completely shaken by the kiss in the empty classroom after Potions. It was one thing to call someone Mudblood, or to trip them up in the hall as they walked past, but it was quite another to start toying with their emotions. He was probably trying to lift my hopes up, only to crush them and embarrass me in front of everyone. Yes, that must be it. He'd start being nice to me, kissing me in secret, leading me on, and then he would publicly humiliate me. That slimy git. If he even tried to lay a finger on me from then on, I swore I wouldn't hesitate to send him flying out of he window. At least, I hoped I wouldn't.

I was sitting at a desk in the Library after dinner, frantically scribbling out an essay on the effects of Boomslang skin in a potion. It was quiet, as usual, with only a few muffled giggles coming from a group of third years in the corner. I sighed, yawning. I'd already been here for two hours, and had read the instructed chapter for Defence Against the Dark Arts on Dementors, as well as completing my essay for Professor Binns on the Goblin Revolution. I was just about ready to pack up and head back to my dorm when a familiar voice drawled from behind me.

"Granger." My shoulders tensed, but I forced them to relax as I turned to face Malfoy, who had his signature smirk plastered on his face. I sighed, fully aware that his approaching me was most likely another step in his plot to shame me in front of the whole school.

"Malfoy." I replied evenly. He sat down opposite me, and running a hand through his hair in a most attractive- I mean arrogant- way, he spoke again.

"McGonagall has asked me to give you another lesson. She says you need one more to make sure you've caught up with everyone else." He looked at me, as if inspecting me for a reaction.

"What!?" I cried, unable to help myself. Was the woman insane? Did she not realise Malfoy's evil intentions? "I don't need another lesson! My dancing is fine, and I certainly don't need you messing up my head again." I finished angrily. Malfoy raised an eyebrow in a disturbingly amused way.

"I mess up your head, Granger?" He smirked yet again. "Well, why am I surprised? I know you find me irresistible." I scoffed, causing him to raise his hands in mock hurt. "Well, straight after dinner tomorrow, the Room of Requirement, you can decide whether you're coming for yourself." He shrugged nonchalantly, got up and strode out of the library. I leaned forward and rested my head in my hands. He was definitely getting under my skin. Letting out a long, deep sigh, I gathered my books and quill, and made my way back to the Gryffindor common room, preparing myself to ward off my excitable housemates.

A/N: I know this is kinda short, but it felt like the right place to stop. Plus, I've been updating at least once a day, so a short chapter can be excused, right?