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A very confused Hermione walked up the stairs to Gryffindor tower. "Gold June Bug," She said to the fat lady painting. The painting swung open and Hermione wandered over to one of the overstuffed red chairs in the common room. "Why did he kiss me?" She mumbled allowed, unaware that Harry was sitting in the chair next to her.

"Who did what?" Harry said, glancing over at Hermione, surprised she didn't have a book of some sort with her.

"Erm..Mal-..nevermind."

"Are you sure nothing happened, 'mione?"

"Yeah, it's ok, Harry. Really, it is."

"Well, ok then." Harry got out of his chair and wandered over to his dormitory. Hermione sighed. This was great. Just peachy. What was she supposed to do?

She meandered up to her dormitory. Being Head Girl meant that she had a whole roomand bathroom to herself. She changed out of her Hogwarts robe into her boxer and tank top pajama set. As she settled under the covers, she debated with herself on what Malfoy meant by that kiss.

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As soon he left the forest, Draco finally realized what he had just done. "Why the fuck did I kiss her?" he wondered. "and also….why the fuck did I enjoy it?" He went to his room and sat down on the black silk sheets.

As he sat there, he thought of what happened. He wanted more. He wanted to really taste the Mudblood. Find out what she tasted like. She had really filled out during the summer, and had the prettiest deep brown hair and those extremely deep chocolate eyes. All the guys in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor, were after her, but she had refused all of their advances, preferring books over men. But maybe a Slytherin could change her mind. A Slytherin, who had gotten any girl he had wanted. Ever. And nothing was going to stop Draco from reaching the ultimate untouchable.

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At breakfast the next morning, Hermione was buttering a piece of toast when Draco walked in, laughing with his henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle. She choked, provoking stares from the rest of the table. Coughing up the piece of toast, she immediately regained her poise. She tried to ignore the lustful stares that Draco was emitting, and the jealous ones of Pansy Parkinson.

She left the Great Hall early, and was on a staircase, when she was suddenly pinned against the wall. "So we meet again, Granger." She could hear the icy tones in his voice.

"Go AWAY Malfoy. I don't know what kind of games your playing, but I'm not participating!" She tried to push him off her, but he just laughed as his 6'4 frame towered over her 5'5.

"Games? Who said anything about games?" Draco said silkily.

Hermione looked around. Somehow they were in the dungeons. "The stupid staircase must've moved," she thought.

With one hand still pinning her down, Draco mumbled some words and a tunnel, opening up to the Slytherin common room.

"Come with me, Hermione"