Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Oh my god, I'm so sorry. It's been over a year... the only reason I continued writing this chapter is because of 'Roselovestark', 'T-awesomexoxo' and 'KathrineZabini' who have all favourited or followed my story in the past month. I was so surprised to get those emails that I felt I had to continue writing, so here I am, one year later! I realise how bad my writing was when I first started so I was thinking I should try and re-write and edit but I don't think I'll have enough time so I hope this chapter is good enough for you guys! I made it longer than all the rest to make up for a year... Hope you like it!

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Recap:

Meet me in the Room of Requirement before lunch so I can explain.
-D.M

She sighed, her stomach twisting into knots. She feared that he might tell her that it was all a joke or a dare and that she was a pathetic little mudblood. But part of her was saying that he actually liked her in that way and he did it because he genuinely liked her not because of a dare.

Her thoughts returned to the dream she'd had the other night and how Draco was the mystery man. She remembered exactly how she'd felt, how it felt to dance with him.

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It was just before lunch, and Hermione was sat in the Room Of Requirement. Her knees bobbed nervously up and down while her hands were fidgeting restlessly with the edge of her school skirt. Hermione couldn't recall a time when she had been more nervous. The last time it was this bad was when she was just about to go to into the Great Hall to get sorted in first year.

Pull yourself together Hermione! Everything will be fine, you've just got to have faith.

She repeated this last line in her head over and over until she heard the door open quietly. Hermione kept her head down, looking at her fidgeting hands. She really didn't feel like making eye contact with him, especially if he were to be mean towards her. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing the disappointment in her eyes.
She was expecting a harsh voice to start hurling abuse at her, telling her how pathetic she was; instead she heard a soft voice say her name.

'Hermione.'

It sounded so weird hearing him say her name, almost like it was a different language. Shocked, she forgot about her little rule and looked up at him.
She was surprised to see that he looked tired and worn out. She thought she could even sense a bit of nervousness coming from him... Or maybe she was just feeling her own nerves tenfold. Either way, there was a lot of nervous tension in the room.

Not knowing what to do, Hermione returned her gaze to the edge of her skirt, waiting for Draco to make the first move. They sat in silence for what seemed like forever; the only thing that could be heard was the nervous breathing of one another.

Hermione was just about to speak up when Draco cleared his throat.

'Look I'm really sorry about the other day it's just that since we've been dancing, I've gotten to know things about you more; even though we haven't really spoke. Like, I know that when you're deep in thought or confused, you bite your bottom lip and I can tell when you've been up all night worrying or studying because your hair is twice as big as usual. And I know I'm going on but believe me when I say that I am sorry for kissing you as you probably didn't want me to.'

Draco took a deep breath in and looked expectantly at Hermione. She didn't know what to say; she was completely confused. She'd half expected him to come in and belittle at her, but instead he completely made a fool of himself... Not that she minded of course... it was kind of cute. In a way. But totally unlike him.

Even though he looked so vulnerable, she still imagined him to be playing some sort of joke on her. She was confused and didn't know what to do. She thought it better to stay silent than to say something incredibly stupid... but apparently Draco didn't like the idea of this.

'For fucks sake Granger! SAY SOMETHING. I just basically admitted to having little, tiny, barely existing feelings for you and you just stand there like some sort of dumb first year! Don't make me out a fool, I know you feel something too. I could sense it in the way you kissed me back. You can't even deny it.'

Hermione was shocked then, she hadn't expected an outburst like that. She still didn't know how to reply so she built up the courage to do something she'd been wanting to do for a while. She stepped slightly closer to Draco and looked straight at him. Too scared to make the first move, she just stood there, never breaking eye contact. She could hear his breathing becoming slightly faster and deeper. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lick his lips.

Without another thought, she stepped closer and, simultaneously, they both moved in and closed the gap between the two.

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Lips pressed together, moving in perfect rhythm, Draco wrapped his hands around Hermione's waist and pulled her closer to him. He wanted to feel her warmth and her body touching his. He wondered if this is what would have transpired in the dream had he not woken up when he had. Draco wondered how far he could take this, how far Hermione would allow him to take this. He slowly moved forward until her back hit the wall. She seemed unfazed by the movement, more like she welcomed it.

Draco moved his head back to look into Hermione's eyes. What he saw there surprised him. He saw no traces of mistrust or hatred, such things he probably should have seen from her. Instead he saw passion and trust. Two things he was so unused to seeing. Normally it was greed or even sometimes just expressionless.

Drawing his attention back to Hermione, he lifted his hand and gently ran his fingers down her neck. She shivered slightly and bit her lip. Draco smirked as he leant down to lightly press his lips against her neck. Hermione shivered again so Draco continued to kiss slowly and lightly, enjoying the way she just couldn't keep still. He increased the pressure a little bit and Hermione rewarded him with a quiet moan and her hands gripping his upper arms. Draco pulled away from her neck, to the dismay of Hermione, and moved so his lips were level with her ear.

'Do you like that?' Draco whispered into her ear. Hermione nodded and let out a quiet 'mmhmmm'. Draco smirked again before bringing his lips back to hers. This time, he held nothing back and he knew Hermione didn't either. Draco loved the feel of her soft lips against his, he loved it so much that he was surprised when she broke the kiss. She brought her fingers up to run it through his hair before she leant forward and nibbled on his ear. Pleasure shocked through his body as Hermione ran her tongue over his earlobe. He had no idea that she knew that was his biggest turn on, or even if she knew that it was, but nothing was going to stop him now. He reached up and held Hermione's breast in his hand. She gave a little gasp but didn't stop her tongue movements against his ear. He gently squeezed her breast; it felt better than most he had felt in the past, which is quite a lot.

It's weird, he thought, he'd never really seen Hermione as the type of girl to have the nice firm breasts that she has. He'd always seen her as someone to be more flat-chested. It must be because she always wears those big, baggy school jumpers. He was very impressed with what was underneath.

When Hermione stopped nibbling on his ear, Draco was surprised. He was even more surprised when she pulled her head back to look him straight in the eye.

'Draco... I know I never replied to what you said earlier but I, uh, I like you too. In case you didn't realise by what just occurred but...'

Draco cut her off by pressing his lips to hers once more. This time he used both hands to caress Hermione's breasts. He was rewarded with yet another moan against his lips. Once more, he wondered how far he could take this. Slowly, he ran his hand down Hermione's spine, earning another slight shiver.

Hermione pulled away yet again.

'Urm look..Draco? I think we should talk about this. It's all moving too fast for me. I mean, just last week we practically hated each other and now we're kissing between classes!'

'It's actually lunch but yeah I see what you mean.'

'No you don't Draco, this is probably normal for you.'

Draco rolled his eyes.

'You know, I haven't really been with that many girls, especially not at lunch time. And anyway, you can't say that you didn't like what just happened between us.'

As he said that, Draco leant forwards to slowly brush his lips across Hermione's.

'Well, I did like it... and I would like it to happen again but we really should be working on the dance. I mean, I know we have it down to a tee but I think with our newfound chemistry we should really work on perfecting it.'

'Ughhhh Hermione, you're such a buzzkill. But sure, if you really want to. Let me eat first, okay? I'm starving.'

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Hermione smiled to herself as Draco left the Room of Requirement. She had enjoyed their little meeting but she really needed to focus on the dance project. She would not fail this assignment just because she had feelings for Draco Malfoy. Oh my god, she had feelings for Draco Malfoy! She can't believe she'd just fully admitted that to herself. Well of course she had feelings for him. You don't just do what they'd just done if you didn't at least have a tiny bit of feeling for a person, right? Hermione shook her head. She couldn't let Draco take over her thoughts, she had to concentrate.

Still smiling, Hermione made her way down to the Great Hall to meet Harry, Ron and Ginny. She felt like she'd barely seen them recently as she'd spent most of her time with Draco rehearsing. Patting down her hair, Hermione hoped her cheeks weren't red or she'd have to make up some excuse for why they were like that and she really didn't want a repeat of the wild goose chase that had occurred when Harry and Ron had found out that Draco had tried to kiss her.

Hermione giggled at the memory. It hadn't been funny at the time, but remembering Draco's face as he realised he'd been spotted and that he'd have to run was just hilarious. She remembered how tired out Harry and Ron had been when she'd seen them near the Owlery.

She wondered what would happen between her and Draco now... Were they dating or not? Hermione was new to all of this so she couldn't be so sure. Maybe she'd ask him at the next dance rehearsal as their should be a lot of them considering they only had two days left to rehearse before their final performance. Hermione wasn't worried at all. They had finally got the last few dance steps down and they knew the dance back to front. The only problem that they'd had was the chemistry between the two, but now she was confident that that wouldn't be a problem.

Bringing herself back to the present, Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Ron and Ginny. Harry had a sly smile on his face whilst Ron looked completely worn out and Ginny looked quite upset, if not angry.

"What's got you looking so smug Harry?"

Ron scoffed. "Not only has he bagged the hottest girl in Slytherin as his dance partner, he's also managed to get with her as well! Lucky bugger."

"Ron's just jealous because he wishes it had been him."

Ron scoffed yet again. Hermione paid him no notice. She thought it a bit hypocritical that Harry could get with a Slytherin but she couldn't.

"You and Daphne? That's like, oh I don't know, Ron and Pansy! Or even crazier... me and Draco! Imagine that."

Ron's head whipped up to stare at Hermione with wide eyes and Harry choked on his pumpkin juice.

"No, no, no, no, that's just no! That's different Hermione! And anyway, that'd never ever happen in a million years so we don't need to worry about that, right?"

Harry just stared at Hermione in shock whilst Ron babbled on. Hermione averted her eyes from Harry's. She didn't want him to see the truth in her eyes. But maybe he'd see the truth in her awkwardness.

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Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing, or at least what he thought he was seeing. Hermione was avoiding meeting his eyes, and all because she mentioned her and Malfoy. Could it be that her and Malfoy did have something going on? He'd have to question her about it when Ron wasn't around... or maybe get Ginny to do it, that is if she ever spoke to him again. From the way things were going, he doubted that possibility.