Hello. Thanks for the GREAT reviews. You are all so nice to me.

Disclaimer- I do NOT own Draco, Hermione, or anything else related to Harry Potter. There is also a part that I borrowed from a movie, but I'm not going to tell you what it is now, so I don't ruin the moment.

A/N: I am SO sorry about the wait, but I just took my last two finals Thursday. Hope you like the chapter!



A pair of thin eyelashes began to flutter open as a peck sounded across the head-girls bedroom. Hermione yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily before she let them slip open. She lazily turned over and gazed towards the window, trying to figure out just what was knocking on her window. And there, perched on the sill, was an owl, just a normal, post owl. Her eyebrows slowly raised and a frown appeared on her face. What was this?

Hermione pushed herself out of her bed and stumbled across the room. Grabbing hold of the window, she pushed it open and moved aside when the owl flew in and perched itself on her shoulder. On it's leg was a small rolled up piece of parchment tied with a piece of string, which she slowly reached toward and pulled off, receiving a hoot of a thank you from the owl. Hermione smiled and pet the owl softly before it flew back out the window.

Once the owl was gone, Hermione pulled the window shut and started to untie the string around the parchment. The crisp paper unrolled itself once the tie was off and Hermione began to read. Her eyes moved further along each line, a sense of dread growing inside her. And once she was finished, she felt herself flop down on the bed and groan loudly.

How could Dumbledore expect her to Hogsmeade with Draco?

Easy…she was head-girl and he was head-boy.

Or had she forgotten?

Hermione's eyes rolled when she pushed herself back off her bed and to her dresser. She lazily pulled out a pair of jeans and a hooded sweater, woven in the colors of the Gryffindor house. After getting dressed, she threw her hair up in a quick ponytail and sighed, grasping the note from her bed and walking towards the door. Hermione tugged the door open and walked around the small corner to Draco's bedroom door.

After taking a deep breath, Hermione slowly brought up her hand and with a little hesitation, began to knock on the door. (She had obviously not forgotten about their encounter a few nights before… Not that she could forget, of course.) She let her hand drop to her side as she tried to listen for his steps. But noticing that no one was coming, Hermione brought her knuckles to the door again, only to be surprised when the door opened to reveal a disheveled head-boy. Hermione blinked and quickly cast her gaze away from him.

"Uh…" she stammered.

"Yes?" he asked flatly. Hermione narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms defiantly on her chest.

"Dumbledore sent me a owl. We have to go to Hogsmeade today to pick up a few things for the Yule Ball," she stated, not allowing her gaze to waver. Draco raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms on his chest.

"Why didn't Dumbledore owl me too?" he asked coldly. Hermione shrugged and shoved the note to his chest, only to get a glare from Draco before he began to read. His eyes moved along the paper quickly and before she could say one thing, he held it out to her, his eyes expressionless. Hermione slowly reached out and took it from him, folding it and placing it in her pocket.

Draco faked a small smile and took a few steps back, shutting the door. Hermione's eyes narrowed and she banged on his door a few times before saying, "Malfoy! We cannot linger here all day!" No reply came from inside the room. She placed her hands on her hips and began to tap a foot on the floor as she waited for him to say something. But before anything else was said, the door opened again. He was standing there with that same expressionless face, but was wearing black pants with a black hooded coat and a Slytherin style scarf falling around his neck. The normal ensemble on weekends…black.

"I think I would rather come in something other than my pajama's, Granger," he said lowly, pushing past her. Hermione stumbled slightly and heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes.

And so started the day from hell.

They had made their way to Hogsmeade village without breaking out in any arguments of theirs, which both thought a good thing, though Draco would never admit that it was always quite amusing when it came. The crisp, winter air was still that day and the sky was covered in what looked like clouds that were ready to burst with snow. Each of them cast occasional side-glances at the other, wondering what was keeping the other so quiet as a few snowflakes began to fall freely from the sky.

They soon stopped before a small shop and each breathed a sigh of relief, their breath coming out in misty clouds of white. Hermione smiled slightly and walked towards the door, pushing her way inside. The sweet smells of the air inside the shop flowed around her as she breathed deep and sighed. A smile pulled at her lips as she began to walk towards the counter in the back, Draco right behind her, but not saying anything. She greeted the old man behind the counter as Draco stopped at her side, his eyes on the old man.

"Ah, yes! Good day! Dumbledore owled me that you two would be on your way!" he said joyfully as he took a few steps back towards the back room. Hermione smiled politely and nodded.

"Yes-," she started, but was cut off by the old man.

"I have just what you two came for out back here!" he said nodding towards the room behind him. "Dumbledore wanted the best!" he added, disappearing behind the curtains that hung in the narrow doorway. Hermione slowly looked up and met Draco's eyes. She cocked an eyebrow and soon shrugged her shoulders, casting her gaze back towards the doorway. She sighed and set her elbows on the wooden counter (which conveniently was about four feet tall), placing her chin in her hands, waiting for the scraggly man to remerge from behind the curtain.

"What do you suppose he has for us?" she murmured only seconds before the man popped out from behind the curtain. He was carrying a small box and Hermione jumped up when he placed it onto the counter as she eyed it. "Uh…sir…what is that? I mean…how much can really fit in there?" she asked, pointing at the box.

"Nothing much! Just some decorations. Dumbledore had my wife sew up some beautiful banners and such." Hermione nodded, not persuaded. "It's under a spell. If it weren't you'd be needin' about fifty more boxes, triple the size." Hermione nodded again, now also understanding that he had a wife that could probably sew miles a minute. "My wife really got her use of bewitching the needles to sew for her. I reckon she'd be hurtin' if she hadn't," he added, casting Hermione's previous thoughts into the back of her mind.

"What do we owe you?" Draco asked, finally saying something. He stepped back up to the counter and pushed his hands in his pockets. The clerk waved it off and mumbled something about Dumbledore taking care of everything. "Alright then," Draco said taking the box with a curt nod and walking towards the door. Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Thank you, sir," she said politely with a smile before she turned to catch up to Draco. She ran up to his side and glared at him as his icy eyes were fixed ahead. "Do you have any idea how entirely rude that was?" she asked as the snow began to fall more thickly from the sky.

"I was rude in no way," Draco stated firmly as Hermione scoffed.

"Oh really? You didn't even say thank you!" she said, crossing her arms on her chest as Draco groaned and threw his head back.

"What does it matter to you?" he asked, flashing his eyes towards her to see her reaction.

"Nothing, of course!" she said quickly. "I would just rather not be seen with someone who comes off as a horrible git," she murmured. Draco sneered and shook his head as he walked down the center of the snow-covered street. His blond hair shook around his forehead as Hermione watched him, a slight smile tugging the corners of her lips. "You know you are a complete git, don't you?" she asked. "As a matter of fact, I think you try to act so." Draco cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her as he tried to refrain from smiling, but couldn't help it. His lips parted lightly in a small smile as Hermione smirked up at him. "Oh! Malfoy smiles! I didn't know it could happen!" she shouted, gathering attention from the witches and wizards around them. "Does it hurt, Draco?" she asked, emphasizing her use of his first name with her tone. "Or do you simply not want to come off as having a personality?"

She should really know when to stop.

Draco turned suddenly and grasped her upper arm with his free hand. His eyes were ice cold as the glared at her face and his lips had formed a tight, straight line. "Stop," he ordered in a very low tone as she watched him with mirth. Hermione's smile widened and she wriggled from his grasp, taking a few steps back. Her eyes rose back to his from where his hand was on her arm and she blinked, narrowing her eyes.

"No," she stated and with that she grinned and began walking off. She had her fists balled and her chin raised so high that it almost looked as if she were looking up at the clouds. Hermione then began to strut in a prideful manner down the center of the street, as if to say 'bow before me!' She finally turned and grinned again as Draco watched her with wide eyes through the falling snowflakes. "Guess who I am?" she stated in a pompous tone, turning around once more and strutting down the snow covered path with a proud smirk.

She was mocking him.

She was mocking Draco Malfoy!

How dare her!

Draco glared and stalked up to her side, pulling her to a stop. "That's enough," he stated in a whisper, but all Hermione did was grin wider.

"Ew, disgusting. Don't touch me, mudblood!" she mocked in a whisper, her eyes gleaming with laughter. She then wretched her arm away and took a few steps back. Draco watched her in disbelief as she began to strut back down the village and towards the path to Hogwarts. What the hell did she think she was doing? Mocking him like that. Making him look like an absolute fool. Draco never looked like that. Did he?

No, of course not.

And Hermione had to be informed of this.

Draco smirked lightly and began walking behind her, watching her form as she made her way out of the town and towards Hogwarts. And once Draco was out of the view of anyone, he broke out into a run after her as his cheeks grew pink from the freezing snow in his face.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows as she heard quick footsteps behind her. Ceasing her steps, she slowly turned around to see Draco quickly gaining on her. Hermione squeaked lightly and turned, running down the path. She threw a glance over her shoulder every few seconds and came to notice that her speed was no match for his. He was still steadily gaining on her as her cheeks began to flush. She shut her eyes briefly as she ran and opened them back up, trying her best to run faster as giggles erupted from her throat. And then…

She was lying on the ground, watching the snow slip gracefully down to the ground. Her breath was coming out in pants and little clouds of mist were filling the air before her face. She could feel Draco's arm wrapped around her back, for he had quickly caught up to her and grasped her around the waist, pushing her down. Hermione had yelped and soon found herself with a mouth full of snow. She spat the snow out and tried to push herself up, but felt pressure on her back. Cocking an eyebrow, she tried to push herself up again, but was immediately stopped in action when Draco stood up from next to her and sat right down sideways on her butt, brushing the snow from his coat.

Hermione froze. Her breath caught in her throat. Her face was most likely turning to the color of deep red like her Gryffindor sweater. This was not good. What the hell was he doing?

"What…what do you think your d-doing?" she asked, stumbling on her words a bit.

Oh Lord, did she really have to stutter now?

This really wasn't the time!

"Sitting," Draco replied matter-of-factly. Hermione heaved a sigh and tried to pull out from under him, but fell back down to the ground.

"It's awfully cold down here," Hermione stated. Draco chuckled and as he clasped his hands together and placed his elbows on his knees.

"I imagine so," he said, amusement filling his tone. Hermione rolled her eyes and tried to look back at him, which really confused her. She really had no idea why she wanted to look at him with the position they were in at the moment. She would most likely crumble and die of embarrassment.

"Malfoy, please, can you-,"

"Get off of you? No," he replied flatly.

"Why not?" Hermione asked, exasperatedly. Draco shrugged and tapped her lightly on her back.

"Because I have to tell you something." Hermione rose her eyebrows.

"Something to tell me?"

"Yes, that's quite right," he stated, a grin stretching across his face when Hermione heaved another sigh.

"Well, tell me then so I can get up and chase you down!" Draco laughed making her stomach flutter with butterflies.

"You want to be on top, is that it, Granger?" he asked.

"Of course not!" Hermione shouted, banging her fists in the snow.

"So you like it better down there?"

"No!" she argued as she huffed with anger and Draco laughed lightly.

"If you say so, then."

"Please, just tell me so I can get up, Draco." Draco paused for a moment before going on. She had used his name. Only his father and Pansy used his name. No one else. Yet…when she said it…he actually didn't mind. It was…refreshing, actually. Draco decided at that moment, he liked it when Granger called him by his first name. Yes, he quite liked it.

"No, I think I'll wait. I'm rather enjoying this," he stated simply, only causing Hermione to grumble and wriggle him off of her with all her might. She finally got to her feet and smirked when she saw him standing from the ground, but quickly erased it from her features. "What was that for!" Draco asked her, brushing his clothes off.

"I wonder!" Hermione joked, also brushing off her clothes as she began to walk down the path towards Hogwarts. "You are such a pig, Malfoy!" she shot at him as she stomped through the snow, her lips curved into a frown. Draco rolled his eyes and pulled a chocolate bar from his coat pockets, taking a bite from it. "You do not even know how much of a pig you are! You are so immature! Grow up and stop being such a git, Malfoy! Are you even capable of growing up!"

Like before, she should really know when to stop.

Draco, once again, grasped her arm with his free hand. He pulled her back and stood before her, his chocolate bar still in his other hand and the box they had picked up in Hogesmeade, still sitting in the snow. His eyes narrowed and he slowly walked, pushing her back towards a tree she didn't know was there, but would have wished it wasn't. Hermione watched him with wide eyes as his gaze pierced into hers. Her cheeks flushed slightly more and she let her lips part.

"Malfoy, stop," she said harshly, trying (but failing) to snake her arm out of his hand. Draco pushed her back further and smirked when her back hit the tree softly. He saw her body tense and caught himself smiling inside at how adorable she could be when she was nervous. He had stepped up to her, his body so close to hers, the fabric of his coat was rubbing against her sweater as they breathed (not that she was breathing much). His neck was bent slightly and his face was staring down at hers, his blond hair falling before his eyes (Hermione holding back the urge to swipe it away).

"Malfoy…" she whimpered in a whisper as she felt his hand loosen and travel up to lay on her shoulder and then to rest on her bare neck. His soft skin on hers made her entire body tremble with chills, as he looked down at her, ever so slowly moving towards her. His lips had parted slightly and his face was still moving yet closer to hers as she screamed in her head for him not do what she was thinking he was up to. And to top it all off, her heart was beating wildly in her chest, making her believe that she was only moments away from a severe heart attack.

When his lips were only mere inches from hers and she could feel the hot moisture of his breath curling around her skin, Hermione gave up. She lost all thoughts and just watched his eyes twinkling. It was only her and him, standing there with the snow falling around them, hazing everything in a spotless white sheet. Only her and him…and how perfect it seemed to be.

And just when he parted his lips a little more and it seemed that he was finally going to press his lips to hers, he brought his chocolate bar up to his mouth and took a bite out of it. Draco let both of his arms fall to his side and he chewed as Hermione shivered from the cold air on her neck. Then with a smirk and a wink, he backed away and began to walk towards Hogwarts after picking up the box of decorations.

All the while, a very dazed Hermione was leant up against a snow covered tree, the snow falling around her as she watched his retreating back. Her face was flushed and her heart still racing beneath her bones.

But she wasn't thinking about her thumping heart.

No, not at all.


Oh, Lord, am I evil or what! Ha-ha-ha! Review please!

P.S. The chocolate bar thing was from the movie, Ms. Congeniality. I didn't make that up myself.