A/N: I own none of this. J.K. Rowling owns all!!

A few days had passed since Hermione and Ron's little pact was made, and things were progressing along quite nicely, although it seemed to be Hermione who was making all the efforts at spontaneity. She was always the one that grabbed Ron in the hallway, or subtlety touched him under the table during class. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself! But once again, she wished that she was the one being chased, not the one doing the chasing.

Hermione was walking through the castle, down towards the Great Hall for dinner. She was alone, as Ron and Harry couldn't contain their ravenous hunger, and Ginny didn't feel well and was skipping dinner altogether. As she was walking along, someone suddenly shot out their arm, grabbed Hermione's and pulled her into a hidden stairway. The entire area was pitch black (Hermione guessed some of the Weasley's Instant Darkness powder), so she had no idea who had grabbed her. She didn't get much of a chance to ask, as whomever it was suddenly was kissing her fiercely.

At this, Hermione was assured that it was Ron, so she didn't hesitate to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him back.

She was excited to note that this kissing was very different. His lips were the ones that were urgent, moving over hers a bit roughly, nipping the edges of her lips here and there. Finally, her lips parted and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, as she slipped hers into his.

His hands were everywhere; on the small of her back, caressing her head and neck, worming their way up her blouse. Her skin felt like a five-alarm fire as everywhere he touched nerves were set alight. He backed her against the wall as he continued his exploration with both his mouth and hands, while Hermione started one of her own. She reached with one of her hands to cradle the back of his head while her other hand went up the back of his shirt. She was surprised to find that his hair didn't feel the way that it normally felt. This hair felt finer, and a little shorter. Softer too.

She also realized that Ron's waist was broader, and definitely less muscular than the one she was now touching.

Suddenly she was struck with the horrible truth. With a partially muffled shriek (as his mouth still totally covered hers), she pushed him off and stumbled back into the corridor. The sudden light was bright in her eyes, but as she wheeled around, she had no doubt who she would find there. And she was right.

Draco Malfoy stood smirking at her, as he readjusted his shirt, tucking it back into his pants where Hermione had pulled it loose. He didn't say anything, but he had a look of such smugness that Hermione felt like slapping him.

Hermione knew that she was red all over. She was embarrassed that he had managed to stir up such a reaction from her. They stood staring at one another for over a minute before finally, she broke the silence.

"I cannot believe that you just did that. Have you lost your mind?"

"No, Granger." He replied, his eyes burning into hers. "That was probably the sanest thing I've done all year."

Hermione stepped forward, back towards Draco. "You've got some nerve, Malfoy."

"How so?" He asked, also stepping forward. "I see what I want and I do anything I can to get it."

"And now, all of a sudden, you want me?" She asked, in a sort of hushed form of yelling.

"In ways you can't possibly even imagine." Draco replied, with eyes that held a lot of promise. "And I'm guessing, by the way you were kissing me back there, that you want me too."

"I kissed you like that because I THOUGHT YOU WERE RON!" She screamed at him.

Draco smirked. "Sure you did." He stepped even closer towards her. "Because the Weasel and I are built so similarly that you couldn't tell the difference right? Because our lips feel much the same to you? Because we hold you the same way, yes?"

Hermione stepped forward. "In case you didn't notice, it was pitch-black in there and I couldn't see WHO I was kissing!"

"I didn't ask about what you saw." Draco said, now stepping so close to Hermione that her face and his were only apart by about 8 inches. "I asked about what you felt."

"What I felt?" Hermione said, feeling somewhat lost for words, her eyes going blank. "What I-"

But she didn't answer as with that, Draco grabbed the back of her neck, yanked her towards him, and literally attacked her with his lips. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. Without thinking she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck while his arms encircled her waist, pressing her up against him. She could feel almost every line of that perfect body up against hers and it made her pulse pound and her breath come up short.

Draco's lips moved away from Hermione's lips and he start planting kisses all over her face and neck. When he got up to her ear, he nipped the earlobe, making Hermione whimper once again.

He chuckled; his hot breath seeming cool against her scorched skin. "I've got the feeling that you never felt this way with the Weasel, have you?"

"N-n-no, I never have." Hermione stammered back.

"He's never made you moan, has he?"

"N-n-no." she replied.

"But I could, don't you agree?"

"Oh dear god, YES!" she yelled, grabbing his face and redirecting his mouth so that it covered hers.

They continued on for several minutes, both eager to taste and explore. Hermione was just admiring the sinewy muscles of Draco's forearm, when they suddenly had to break apart.

"HERMIONE!" Ron and Harry yelled in unison.

"Oh shit."