A/N: This story is so much fun to write! I honestly don't know how long it'll be and how many chapters are going to appear, but I do hope it's long because I enjoy doing this. And just if you were wondering, this chapter is not the last! Don't be fooled by this ending here.

kk1999 – You're right, Pansy does need to be taught a lesson… ;)

xxxxcrazychickxxxx – Thanks for being so supportive!!

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Draco was startled by the sound of his doorknob turning. At once, he shut the book closed, sliding his arm and throwing it over the edge in one quick motion.

He did a double-take as he glanced at the door.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing in here, Granger?" he cried, not able to tell if he was more angry or more surprised. Hermione whispered an imperturbable charm under her breath, her wand in her hand. That way the room was completely soundproof, and nobody would be able to hear her voice.

"Well?" Draco frowned, sitting upright. "Care to explain yourself?"

Hermione finally looked over at him, and her mouth dropped open. He didn't have a shirt on. Why did I have to go now? she thought miserably. There was suddenly a funny feeling in her stomach, and she knew exactly what was going to happen next.

"Granger!" Draco snapped, although amused at her sudden realization. He watched her stare at his chest.

She glanced away from his topless body and saw the corner of a raggedy book from behind his bed. Draco, confused, followed her gaze and heard her gasp. At the same time as Draco, Hermione dove for the book and snatched onto one end.

"What is wrong with you?" Draco asked, wrapping his arms around the book. Hermione reddened, her hands touching his bare chest. Her mind raced.

"I need this book," she demanded, though not being able to remember why. She pulled as hard as she could and fell onto the top of the bed, surprised that he had suddenly let go.

"But I thought you were in love with me," Draco teased, staring down at her with a smirk on his face. She was only wearing the school skirt with a white button-up top, her hair curled loosely around her face. Never in his entire life would he have thought he was attracted to a Mudblood that was lying on his bed. He held out his palm, ignoring his thoughts. Just imagine the consequences… "The book, Granger?"

Hermione smiled nervously, loose strands of her falling in front of her face. She sat up on the bed, and Draco guessed that the spell was already in full force. "You really want it?" she asked sweetly.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like I do?" he asked, trying to sound sarcastic. His voice came out shaky instead, not used to talking to a Gryfinddor this way.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, a smirk on her face. "You'll have to take it from me then."

Draco winced inside. Damn that Pansy Parkinson. If anyone were to watch what they were doing, they'd get the wrong impression, especially since the girl was on his bed. Draco slowly picked up his wand from his bedside table, his eyes never leaving Hermione's. He quickly pointed it up at the book, but was stopped.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione said, instantly taking her own wand out.

Draco watched as his wand flew from his hands. He frowned at her. "Fine, you asked for it, Granger!" He pounced onto his bed, right as Hermione turned around to get off. He wrapped his arms around her. "Give me that damn book!"

"No!" Hermione cried, losing her balance. She fell onto him so that her back was to his chest. She turned in his embrace and was face-to-face with him. She could practically feel his entire chest through her shirt.

"Is that a blush I see?" Draco asked, smirking yet again. Perhaps I'm having too much fun with this. He rolled over so that he had Hermione pinned down beneath him. He snatched the book away from her, hearing a piece of paper rip. He ignored it, carelessly tossing the book somewhere behind him, and held down her arms. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of Hermione, helpless.

"Ergh!" Hermioned grunted, trying with all of her might to break free of his grip. When she saw that it was no use to fight, she stopped resisting, panting heavily.

Draco stared down at her for what seemed like forever. Her hair was tousled from the fight, and her eyes were wide with a look of mesmerization. Draco began to lean forward into her, captivated himself, but stopped. As if arguing silently in his mind, he dazedly got off of her, picking the book up from the floor. Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, puzzled.

"Granger, you should leave," Draco mumbled, still on the other side of the room from her. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall.

Hermione slowly got up and made way over to Draco, who seemed unnerved. She rested her hand on his chest, briefly glancing up at his eyes. He was staring down at her as if stunned, but he didn't fight back. Hermione could feel his breath quicken. She glimpsed up at him and he uncrossed his arms, his expression softening.

"Alright, I'll see you around," Hermione said softly, walking backwards. She finally turned around and headed for the door dejectedly.

Draco watched her walk away, noticing her sigh. He grabbed onto her wrist, and she turned, as startled as he was at himself.

"You better not remember this, Granger," Draco whispered hoarsely, pulling her to him. He planted his lips onto hers, pulling her close in his arms, feeling her body press up against his. He felt one of Hermione's hands run down his back and the other traveling his chest. His tongue explored her mouth as he ran his hand through her hair, smelling her rosy perfume.

Draco pulled back in the middle of the kiss, startled at himself for going so far. Hermione stared up at him and smiled shyly. He cocked his head to the side and stared down at her.

"Really, Granger, you have to go," he said quickly.

Hermione rolled her eyes, a smile still on her face. "Alright, alright." With that, she quietly left the room and closed the door behind her.

Draco stared at the back of the door, sighing deeply. What the hell was I thinking? He knew that he probably shouldn't have been thinking of how Hermione got into the Slytherin dorm in the first place, but his thoughts were all over the place. To kiss a Mublood…a Gryfinddor…a member of that ridiculous trio…a girl that has been my rival for years…although she is undeniably beautiful…

Stop it!

Draco frowned at his thoughts, almost disgusted with himself for thinking such things, and sat down on the edge of his bed. He collapsed onto it with a loud groan.

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"So did you get it?" Ginny asked curiously.

Hermione looked over at her. "Hmm?"

"The book," Ginny added. "Did you get the book, from Draco?"

Hermione's face flushed at the thought of the night before, unable to stop the blush on her face from appearing. "No, I merely snatched the side-effects," she said sheepishly, holding up what Ginny saw as a ripped half of a paper.

Ginny took it from her hands and stopped walking, reading it over. When she was finished, she looked up at Hermione, her mouth open in shock. "You mean as time progresses, you may actually fall in love with the person? As in the spell will die out?"

Hermione avoided her eyes, quickly pacing up the stairs. "I'm sorry, Ginny, I haven't any time to talk about this! I have to go to class!"

Ginny, confused, watched from the bottom of the staircase as Hermione rushed away. She backed up slowly, still startled, and stuffed the paper into her coat pocket.

Hermione hoped that Ginny wasn't upset with her; she had seemed awfully rude to her, and Ginny definitely didn't deserve any of it since she had been so supportive. She was so confused. All that was on her mind lately was that dreadful kiss she had shared with Draco. Well, it wasn't dreadful... No, it was anything but! She rolled her eyes at her thoughts. This is Malfoy you're talking about. Snap out of it!

Hermione walked into Divination class, which she decided to take up again. Hermione figured that even though she may not have liked the teacher very much, she wanted to know more about the subject and thought that it wouldn't hurt.

As she entered the room, the first to catch her eye was Draco, who was sitting at a table with Blaise and some other Slytherins. She blushed furiously, and Draco quickly turned his attention back to Blaise. From the corner of his eye he looked over at her again, out of mere curiosity.

"I need your guys' help with something," Hermione said, sitting down in-between Ron and Harry. "It's about Draco."

They both shot their heads in her direction. "Draco?" they asked in unison.

Hermione reddened. "Malfoy. I don't know why I called him that."

Ron simply scowled, slumping down in his chair.

"Um, about what?" Harry asked hesitantly, not wanting to get in the way of…anything.

"He has a book that I desperately need," Hermione said. "It's about the spell Parkinson put on me. In it is the cure!"

"Well, what do you want us to do?"

"I need your cloak again," she replied, blushing again at the thought of the last time she had borrowed it. That was utterly humiliating.

"Plan to sneak up on bloody Malfoy again?" Ron asked, frowning.

Hermione's jaw dropped as she whipped her head toward him. "Who told you that?" she hushed.

Ron's eyes narrowed deeper. "Oh, so it's true?!"

"Harry," Hermione pleaded, giving up on getting Ron's help.

Harry cleared his throat, looking over at Madame Trelawney. "Class is, um, about to start, Hermione."

Hermione sadly slumped down in her chair, placing her books onto the table. She tuned the teacher out, staring at the opposite wall and only doing some minor things for the beginning half of class. Madame Trelawney was then giving out orders, and Hermione sat up attentively.

"Now pair up," she said, "and look into your partner's cups. What do you see?"

Hermione looked up from her table, seeing Harry and Ron already busy at work. She reddened nervously, seeing that she had no partner. A part of her wanted to stand up and leave; they had already gone over this subject anyway, what is so different this time?

"Well, look at that! Granger, why so lonely?" somebody taunted.

Hermione turned, looking up at the Slytherins. She glared at them angrily, but didn't dare open her mouth and tell them off in the presence of a teacher. She glanced at Draco, who was the only one not laughing as he pretended to intently look into someone's cup, then over at Blaise, who was coming her way.

"Zabini?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"I don't have a partner either," he said. Hermione could've sworn he was trying not to smile at her.

She smiled for him. "Oh, well, thanks for being a real man and stepping up." Draco heard this faintly and frowned. Excuse me? Zabini, a real man? I beg to differ.

Blaise just shrugged, taking her cup into his hands. "Hey, I've seen this one before," he said. "It's an arrow…means the coming of love, or something related to it." He looked up, curious to what Hermione's reaction would be, and saw her eyes flicker up to Draco's.

Blaise watched her and followed her gaze, smiling at his discovery. Hmph.

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Draco stood up and stormed out of the class.

"Draco, what's the rush?" Blaise asked, catching up to him.

"Nothing," Draco snapped, beginning to quickly descend down the stairs.

"Is this about that spell Pansy put on Granger? Or about your plan?" He paused thoughtfully. "Speaking of that, is it still on?"

"Quit being such an idiot with all of those stupid questions," Draco frowned in annoyance. "The plan is still on, as well as the spell." Draco halted to a stop and turned around in the middle of the flight of stairs. He rested an arm on the banister and said in a whisper so only they could hear, "I read about the spell that Parkinson put on Granger. The cure, as damned foolish as it may be, is a heartbreak."

Blaise stared at him with wide eyes.

"Don't ever do that face," Draco said, giving him a look of disgust. "You look like my old pet fish."

"So you'll have to break Granger's heart?"

Draco's jaw dropped at the volume of his voice. "Shut it, Zabini! We don't need anybody ruining my bloody reputation."

"So she's just a part of your plan?" Blaise asked confusedly as they continued to walk down the stairs. "I mean, personally, I think a heartbreak is out of the question."

"Personally," Draco said, rolling his eyes, "what makes you so sure 'bout that?"

Blaise swallowed. "She kept looking over at you in class. And when I said that the stuff in her cup meant love, I-" Draco stopped walking, but didn't turn around. "I, uh, think Granger really likes you…"

Draco gestured for him to stop talking, shaking his head. "I don't see your point."

Blaise looked at him and frowned; he couldn't help it. "So you mean to say you're still going to go on with this plan? If you do that, you're just bloody using the girl!"

Draco finally turned and eyed him suspiciously. I think Granger's whole 'being a man' speech is toying with Zabini's mind. "What's the matter with you, Zabini?"

"Nothing," Blaise replied, shaking his head with annoyance. "But if you want to break some other poor girl's heart purposely, I don't want anything to do with it." With that, he disappeared into the crowd of students, leaving a startled Draco at the bottom of the staircase.