At first I almost felt like I would melt in his arms. But suddenly logic took over my mind, and I realized this was Draco Malfoy I was kissing. I shoved him away.

"What are you doing?" I cried.

"Come on," he murmured, "You know you like it."

"I- I-" I stuttered. As much as I hated to admit it, I did like it. But I couldn't let him know that. Not my worst enemy. "I don't!"

He laughed in my face. Then slowly brought his lips to mine again. I stayed a little longer in the bliss but again pushed him away. Again he tried it. I couldn't fight back anymore. I gave in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.

Just as I was really enjoying it, he pulled away. I moaned. "Come back."

"No," Malfoy started. "No, I can't. You're enjoying this too much. Besides, why would I want to kiss a dirty mudblood?"

That got me mad. Everything I was enjoying before was gone, and all that was left was my anger. "That's it!" I cried. "I don't know why I let you do that in the first place! Oh, I can't believe you, Draco Malfoy!"

By this time Draco had lit the lamp again. "You had better believe it. Meet me here tomorrow night, same time. Don't protest, I know you'll come. You want me."

As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I would come back. I couldn't help myself. I had lots of reasons, of course, to convince myself it was okay to go back there again.

First of all, no one had ever really paid that much attention to me. Especially guys. As much as I hated to admit it, I was seventeen and I hadn't had too many relationships in my life. In fact, my only real boyfriend was Viktor Krum. Ron and I hadn't really had a real relationship, and to tell the truth, I couldn't really see myself in one with him.

Second of all, I was lonely. And even though Draco Malfoy isn't exactly the first person I'd go to when I want company, he just happens to be around. So I figure, I might as well. I've got nothing else to do.

Lastly, he was "Draco Malfoy." He was popular and good looking. And I had fun when I was with him. As much as I tried to remember all the bad things he's done as he kissed me, they were mostly wiped away as soon as his lips touched mine. It took every ounce of reality left in me to stop him, and even that didn't work too well.

But then again, I could also think of tons of reasons that I shouldn't go to meet him. I mean, there was no logical explanation of Malfoy's sudden attaction to me. For all I know, it could be some kind of trick. But then again, I doubted that. I just had an impluse that this wasn't a joke. Although I couldn't tell if it was sincere or not. I figured that another night with him would tell me.

Also, there was the fact that he was "Draco Malfoy." He had picked on Harry, Ron and me for years, and he had been awfully mean. I had stayed in my room certain nights just to cry because of something he had done. He was just a cruel person. Nevertheless, my mind was made up. I was going to go see him again.

The next evening I was in the common room again. The boys were emersed in a book of Qudditch plays, so I decided to make my exit quietly. Hopefully they would be so busy they wouldn't notice my absence.

I had almost made it to the door. But suddenly Ron looked up. "Hermione! Where are you going?"

"Oh, just for a walk."

He crossed over to me. "I don't believe you. Where are you really going?"

I thought fast. "I didn't want anyone to know this... but I- I have detention with Snape." I pretended to be ashamed. "I didn't want to ruin my Head Girl status."

"Oh, Mione! All right, go ahead. We'll be thinking of you."

I was about to get away where suddenly Ron stopped me again. "Wait, you dropped something..."

I froze when I saw the piece of paper in Ron's hand. It was the note from Draco. I watched him reading it to himself.

"Hermione..." he started. "How... how could you? And you lied to me! To us!"

And everything was moving so quickly. The next thing I knew, Ron was raising his hand up to my face. I braced my self for the slap, and he came so close to hitting me, but then he just stopped.

He gasped and grabbed his wrist. "I- I would never hit you, Mione. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, I just... I just... oh my god!" he cried, and he ran from the room, up the stairs to his bedroom.

Harry and Ginny came running over. "Are you all right?"

"I'm... I'm fine," I muttered weakly.

"I can't believe my brother would do that!" Ginny cried.

"Neither can I," said Harry. "It just doesn't seem like Ron, especially since he, well you know, he likes you."

"I guess it just got him really upset," I mumbled.

"What was that fight about, anyway?" asked Harry.

"Oh, it... it was nothing," I lied.

Harry looked at me carefully, and said, "It didn't seem like nothing."

"It wasn't," Ginny said quietly. She had found the note that Ron had dropped. She slowly handed it to Harry, then turned to me. "Hermione, why didn't you tell us? You could trust us."

"I'm sorry," I said, turning red.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Herm," said Ginny. "I can see you're really upset. Look, just go and meet Draco, and don't worry about anything."

"Thanks," I said, and headed for the door.

"Oh, and Hermione?" Ginny smiled slyly. "Have fun."

I smiled weakly, but still shaking, I walked out the door.

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A/N: Thanks to smiley13, Alyssa Evans, IceFire11, Banessia, SweetDreamz2414, unregistered, YSM, and amaryllis for reviewing!

CNJ- I take it you don't read many HP fics. Because Hermione/Draco pairings are actually very common and very popular. But I do agree with you that they are like oil and water, which is why their relationship turns out to be a very interesting one.