Here we go again! Thanks to everyone who reviwed the last chapter, especially 40watt who made me laugh a lot - I really don't know what kind of school puts their patients in see-through hospital gowns but I guess hogwarts does...hehe.

I'm sorry that this chapter's a bit short, the next one is quite short as well because I decided to split it in half but to make up for that I will update really really quickly.

No more delaying, on with the story!

Hermione was allowed out of the hospital wing the following afternoon by a very reluctant Madam Pomfrey, and she wasted no time in catching up on the work that she had missed. For the last lesson of the day, double potions, Hermione made her way down to the dungeons slightly earlier than normal to check with Snape on what she needed to do to catch up. She reached the deserted classroom and entered cautiously, knocking timidly on the door.

'Yes?' Snape said curtly, not looking up from his desk.

'Uh…sorry to bother you, Professor -'

'What do you want, Miss Granger?' he cut in snidely, staring at her with his cold eyes.

'Um, I was just wondering what I missed yesterday?' she said breathlessly. Snape's lip curled.

'Miss Granger, you are at least seven lessons ahead of everybody else. Now, kindly go and wait outside and don't disturb me again.'

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly, not wanting to be alone with Snape any longer than she needed to be. She was determined to stay on top, particularly in potions, as Snape always seemed to find little ways to take marks off her - she'd only written Hermione G. on that test because she'd ran out of room on her parchment, for Merlin's sake!

As the bell rang, Harry and Ron came down to join her and they took their usual seats at the back of the chilly dungeon. Also as per usual, Malfoy swaggered in a full ten minutes late and sat down without comment from Snape. Hermione ignored him - she didn't remember the finer details of last night, the potion had wiped it clean from her memory. Malfoy ignored her right back, still annoyed that she had fallen asleep on him. Though as the lesson went on he seemed to warm considerably, his eyes glittering as he planned his next move. Hermione took no notice of him and got to work on her Headache Solution - just what she needed at the moment.

'So I'm sure you two had a good Valentine's Day…' Harry said somewhat sarcastically. He glanced at Hermione as she shrugged, looking annoyed with herself.

'I don't know what came over me!' she sighed.

'I do. You've been working so hard lately I've barely seen you,' Ron was looking at her not angrily, but with concern. Hermione noticed over his shoulder that Malfoy was listening and smirked as he heard this news.

'I'll think of a way to make it up to you, babe,' Hermione replied loudly, making sure Malfoy could hear. His smirk widened as he looked at her fleetingly, showing her that he knew she knew he was listening and he wasn't buying it. Ron and Harry had both raised an eyebrow at her last words and grinned at each other. As they high-fived, Hermione grinned sheepishly and rolled her eyes.

'Honestly, you two should go back to First Year,' she said fondly. If Hermione had looked at Malfoy then she would have seen the glowering look he was giving her two best friends.

But Hermione's words to Ron had suddenly reminded her that she needed to make something up to somebody else as well. Yep, she owed Malfoy for his little Valentine's Day stunt and he knew it. As she began to imagine the possibilities of his payback, Hermione was furious with herself to find that she was beginning to feel slightly damp between her legs.

Think of RON, she told herself crossly. You know, your boyfriend?

About halfway through the lesson Hermione went to the store cupboard to stock up on crushed spider legs. She hesitated when she saw Malfoy in there, alone, but decided that he couldn't do anything to her in the middle of class. Oh, how wrong she was.

She shot a glare at him before turning away to begin scanning the shelves for the jar of crushed spiders. Suddenly she jumped as she felt him come up behind her, his chest brushing against her back.

'What are you - '

'Just getting down the armadillo bile,' Malfoy said smoothly, reaching high above her head.

Hermione turned around and immediately wished she hadn't as she found herself face to face with him, pinned against the shelves. She glanced towards the open door, but nobody was around. She turned back to him and found that he had moved a lot closer, his chest now pressed against her own. It was sending pleasant tingles all through her body, and maybe the potion hadn't worn off yet, because she found herself leaning in to him, taking in his faint, manly scent.

Malfoy watched her, wondering if she was feeling alright, but didn't stop to ponder it. He caught her chin with his finger and tilted it up.

'You still owe me, you know,' he whispered.

'Hm?' Hermione was too busy staring at his lips to hear him.

'You. Owe. Me,' Malfoy repeated, his face moving closer and closer to her own.

'What…' why couldn't Hermione think straight? '…what do you want me to do about it?'

Malfoy smirked down at her.

'I think a kiss will do…for now.'

He was so close Hermione could practically see his tonsils. She considered him for a moment. How bad could one little kiss be?

No, Hermione! You must resist!

Shaking her head, Hermione put her hands on his chest to try and push him away. But he was still closing in on her, and her body was urging him on.

'Don't even…' Hermione's threat died on her lips as he kissed her, '…think about it,' she finished, gazing up at him as he pulled away.

Without thinking, Hermione pulled him back towards her and kissed him again, harder this time. Malfoy was caught by complete surprise but kissed her back hungrily, pulling her closer.

His hands found her hips and as he gently caressed her delicate hip bone through her robes Hermione felt again those feelings she had only felt once before. She wanted him so badly, and she wanted him now.

'Hermione, are you in there?' they jumped apart as if they had been shocked and turned away guiltily, pretending to look for ingredients. A second later Ron walked in and looked over at Malfoy suspiciously.

'Got a problem with me, Weasel?' Malfoy said coolly, pushing by him to leave. Ron shoved him back and glared at him as he left, then turned back to Hermione.

'I never got to thank you properly for the chocolates, they were amazing,' he said as he hugged her. Hermione squeezed him back distractedly.

'I'm glad you liked them,' she said hollowly, wishing she knew at least what flavour they were.

'And imported all the way from Belgium! You're a great girlfriend, you know that?'

Ron smiled at her and she smiled back feeling ashamed of herself. Yeah, I'm a great girlfriend whose lips taste of another guy right this second…

'Well, thank you for the flowers!' she gave him a swift kiss on the cheek and made to leave, but Ron pulled her back and caught her lips with his. Hermione kissed him back half-heartedly and eventually pulled away. Giving him a weak smile, she went back to her table and got on with her potion. Ron followed her back, wondering what was going on with her lately. First fainting, now this strange distance was starting. Well, he was going to get to the bottom of it.

Hermione spent the rest of the lesson in a daze, feeling as though she was floating on air - or skating on thin ice, depending which way you looked at it. Ron had come so close to catching them. But that wasn't what was worrying Hermione the most. As she chanced a look at the arrogant Slytherin sitting on the other side of the dungeon, Hermione felt nothing but confusion. Back in the store cupboard, she had wanted him like she'd never wanted anybody in her life. She wanted to have sex with Draco Malfoy.

Well, there's only one thing I have to say, Hermione thought in bewilderment. Shit.

I did it again. I kissed Malfoy again. And it could have been more than that.

Hermione was walking stonily back up to the Gryffindor common room after skipping dinner completely - she was too upset with herself to eat.

So much for my promise to stay away from him, she thought angrily. But really, it wasn't her fault - he seemed to be following her everywhere. And she couldn't exactly ditch class to avoid him, either. She should have known better than to go into the store cupboard with him. At least she didn't owe him anymore, though. Or, she didn't think she did.

What had he said? 'A kiss will do…for now.' What did that mean? Did she still owe him? And why did he get to decide when they were even, Hermione thought angrily. Well, she would just have to try harder to avoid him. As far as she was concerned, her debt was paid off and she had no more reason to go near him.

But his lips taste sooo good…

Hermione slapped herself on the forehead to snap herself out of it.

It's over, Hermione. Forget him.

She hurried back to her dormitory to get on with her homework - that's what she would do. Immerse herself so deeply into her studies that there wasn't room for a single other thought in her mind.

Classic Hermione.