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Draco watched from his bedroom stairs as Hermione rushed into the living room and looked around. He heard her release a sigh of relief as she picked up the list from where it had fallen onto the floor. Smirking slightly, he said, "What are you up to?"

She jumped in shock and turned around as she shoved the list into her pocket, looking all over the room, but not finding him. He chuckled and said, "Up here." Her head snapped up to him.

"What makes you think I'm up to something?"

He smiled at her. "Maybe because you came sneaking down here and started to look frantically around. And you shoved a piece of paper into you pocket and acted very suspiciously when I spoke."

She bit her lower lip as he descended the stairs. With every step he took toward her, she backed away one. Finally, her back hit the wall, and he was right in front of her. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head, his trademark smirk on his lips. "So what was on that paper?"

"Nothing," she lied, a blush coming to her cheeks and she licked her lips, and looked at the floor.

"It wasn't a list of ways to seduce me, was it?" His tone was teasing, as was the spark in his eyes.

Her eyes widened and she looked up at him, worried. "Of course not, Malfoy. That'd be just silly. I mean look at me? There'd be no chance for me to seduce you even if I wanted to."

He looked her over and wondered what went through her mind half the time. If she thought that the way she looked would throw off anything she did to seduce him, she had another thing coming. At the moment, her hair was set in spiral curls that framed her face and she was wearing blue jean pants that rested on her hips, a black sleeveless tank top that stopped above her naval, and a pair of white tennis shoes. The only make up she wore was a light brown eye shadow, a bit of mascara, and a light pink lipstick that made her lips look even fuller then they were.

A smile formed on his own lips as he saw that her beautiful brown eyes were focused on his, much in the same manner that he had been staring at her own. With small smirk, he lowered his mouth and kissed her lightly, sweetly. It was over so quickly that Hermione wasn't even sure that it had even happened. At least, not until his arms moved and wrapped themselves around her waist.

For a moment, she looked slightly confused, as if she wasn't sure this was real. And if it was, should they really being doing this? He didn't make any other moves, waiting for her to decide on her own. After a few moments, her face cleared and she looked up at him. "Move you're arms Malfoy. I will not become a toy for you to play with for a day, then tossed aside. I'm not like any other girl you know. I will not bow down to you as if I was a mere slave and you my master."

Draco moved his arms and backed away. "Have it your way. I've never been one to bed an unwilling woman."To himself he thought, Of course, I don't think I've ever meet an unwilling woman.

He watched as she hurried away out of the common room, probably to breakfast. He stood there for a few minutes thinking, then went down to breakfast also. When he reached the Great Hall and looked around, he saw Hermione talking to Harry with a worried expression on her face. He watched the two as he made his way to the Slytherin table and sat next to Blaise, who was watching him closely.

"Man, you've got it bad," Blaise laughed. "You can't take your eyes off her."

"Huh? You say something?" Draco said, coming to reality. He took his eyes off of her and looked at Blaise, who was chuckling slightly.

"Nope, nothing."

"I could've sworn I heard you say something."

"You must be imagining things."

"I'm a Malfoy, Malfoy's do not imagine things."

Blaise shook his head. "You can't use that excuse for everything."

"I don't use it for everything," Draco retorted, his voice full of arrogance.

"'Malfoy's don't get detentions, Malfoy's don't have hangovers, Malfoy's don't have emotions,'"

"Oh, shut it."

"Be glad to, but that was one thing I never learned."

"Oh, right, your father was never around to make sure that you learned not to talk and your mother was thought it was so adorable that you repeated everything that you heard…Until you told you father that she was having an affair with the butler."

"Such a tragedy. Father was never the same after that."

"Nah duh, Sherlock, he jumped off the fifth story balcony."

"Oh, right. Forgot about that. I swear that I got a letter from him on my last birthday."

"Blaise, that was from you mother. Your father had always sent you a letter on your birthday, and only on your birthday, and she didn't won't you to feel sad."

"Why would I feel sad. I knew what I was doing when I accidentally relayed the information to him."

"But she doesn't know that, so expect a letter for you next birthday too."

Blaise groaned. "I had always hoped that when he died the letters would stop, they ruined my birthdays." He looked over at Draco, who's attention had once again been reverted to the Gryffindor girl. He sighed, then a smile spread across his face. He leaned in closer to Draco and whispered in to his ear, "Draco, don't look now, but the Dark Lord is dancing to the cha cha in nothing but high heels."

Draco jumped and started to look around, then realized what he had said. "BLAISE! THE DARK LORD DOESN'T DO THE CHA CHA DANCE, EXSPECIALLY IN NOTHING BUT HIGH HEELS!"

It took him a second to realize that he had yelled it out loud and that now everyone was staring at him and Blaise. He scowled at them all and in a matter of seconds everyone was back to eating, but still glancing up at him. He looked around and saw that one member of the golden trio was still staring, her eye brows raised. He narrowed his eyes at her, then turned to Blaise.

"Blaise, I need your help on something. Can you meet me after potions?" he whispered.

Blaise nodded, but whispered back, "This doesn't have to do with Granger, does it."

"I'll tell you later."

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I'm sorry for the long wait, but I was completely lost on how to start this chapter. It's not as good as I hoped it would be, but it's done. Maybe the next chapter will be better. I should tell you that I now have the internet at my house, so I might be able to update soon; that is if I ever get the living room alone. Some of the stories on my other names are slash and I can't have my mom finding out about them, and it doesn't help that my little brother always wants to read over my shoulder, and that my soon to be step dad sits in a chair right beside me. Well, I gotta go. Annoying little brother just woke up. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review.