A/N: I should be able to get these chapters done quicker now, I have finished uni for Christmas now so got a bit of free time :) thanks for all your kind reviews and the follows and favourites :)

Draco walked into the Great Hall, and sat down in his usual spot. He noticed Granger walking in and sitting down next to scar head and weasel. He also noticed that she had tamed her wild brown hair, and had made it into smooth curls. It shaped her face perfectly. Stop. Malfoy thought to himself. Why was he thinking about Granger like that. She was a mudblood. Nothing about her was perfect. Except maybe the shape of her lips, and the way she played with her curls absentmindedly. No! Get a hold of yourself Malfoy, he thought.

The day went by quickly and Hermione was looking forward to her patrol later that night. She liked the quiet, and it took her mind off of schoolwork and Voldemort and everything going on in her head. She just thought about the people she would find wandering around after curfew, and often played a game of guessing who she would find. It was a silly little game but it made the night pass by a little quicker. She expected the usual culprits, such as Lavender Brown and her usual string of men, and she usually caught Dean Thomas and his latest girlfriend. But one person she didn't expect to see was Draco Malfoy as he came stumbling down the corridor. He reeked of fire whiskey, and could barely stand up straight.

"Granger." He slurred.

"Malfoy please go back to your dorm, you are drunk. Unless you want a detention."

"Oh Granger, going to punish me are you? Maybe I will stay down here actually." He smirked.

Hermione stared at Malfoy intently. What was he up to?

"Malfoy, can you just leave please."

"Maybe I don't want to." He retorted like a sulky teenager.

"We'll I'm in charge and I just told you to." If he could act like a stroppy teenager so could she.

Without warning, he lunged forward and forced his lips onto hers, she was so shocked that she did what came naturally and kissed him back momentarily. Until she realised what she was doing and pushed him away.

"What is with you the last few days Malfoy! Stop with this prank or whatever it is you are doing!" She shouted.

Her lips were tingling and her heart was racing. Draco ran off back in the direction of the Slytherin dormitories.

He didn't know where he was heading, but his head was pounding and fuzzy. He went to the first place that he knew he wouldn't be rejected. Draco knocked on the door and it was answered quickly, he barged in and pushed Pansy onto the bed. He drunkenly fumbled with his clothes and got undressed. Pansy looked confused, but then realised what he wanted and went with it. He positioned himself over Pansy and started thrusting into her forcefully. The amount of alcohol in his system was not helping his performance at all. He looked down at Pansy and looked straight back up again. A brown flash of frizzy hair flashed in front of his face, then a face. Hermione's face. He jumped back, put his hands to his head and gripped his hair, almost pulling chunks out. He was going insane with all the images in his head. Pansy tried to pull him back to her, but this only enraged him more. He pushed her back to the bed and started putting his clothes back on frantically.

"Draco what are you doing!?"

"Fuck off Pansy." He shouted at her.

"Fine, get out!" She grabbed the rest of his clothes and thrusted them into his arms, before pushing him out of the portrait and slamming it shut behind him.

Draco ran to his dorm and paced back and forwards trying to get his thoughts in order. He couldn't understand all these emotions. Even when he had tried to get them out of his by sleeping with Pansy, it made it worse. Why did he feel as if he had just betrayed Hermione. None of this made sense. He decided he would just try and ignore these feelings and get on with school as normal. He hated himself for even feeling the slightest bit attracted to Granger. It made him feel vulnerable and disgusting, and that was something he wasn't used to at all. It wasn't a very welcome feeling either.

Hermione was just finishing her patrol and heading back to her room. Thoughts ran through her mind as she walked through the corridors. Why is Malfoy being like this? Surely when he realised she wasn't taking the bait he would just give up trying to prank her? And why did she kind of like it when he had kissed her? She hated his guts and everything he stood for. Yet the kiss was.. Nice. He smelled like apples, and her lips tingled when his met hers, and her heart raced faster than a greyhound at a track. She'd kissed Ron after a Quidditch match once, and it was nothing like that. It was wet and horrible and he bit her lip, and not in a good way. She didn't know what to do, but thought it best to try and distance herself from the whole situation.

A/N: hope you enjoyed, the next chapter shouldn't take too long to update :) please review etc :) thank you in advance :) - Danii