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A/N: Thanks everyone for reviewing! And for your ideas! They have gotten me thinking, and... Yeah. Anyhoo, here's a new chapter for your perverted enjoyment ^_^







Nighttime. Possibly the worst time of day, in Hermione's opinion. And now it was ten times worse now that she was a prefect. Even though it mostly the Head Boy and Girl's job to do it, the prefects had to help out every now and then. Occasionally, the prefects had to wander the halls, searching for students that were out of bed.

'Quite ironic', Hermione thought. 'Because of one silly badge I can wander the halls at my own will'. Of course she had always wanted to be a prefect, but she had never wanted to wander the halls. Hermione shrugged to herself, as she spun around the corner. At least she could sleep in on Sunday. And then the job was handed back to the Head Students.

She began to hum softly, as she turned a corner. Her soft humming gradually became louder, and started to echo off the walls. She paused, and listened to the echo. As much as it sounded spooky, Hermione had to admit it made her feel less alone. As she continued down the empty corridor, glimpsing into the classrooms, that were the same as the corridors- empty, she heard a soft tap...and another...and another. A soft grin crossed Hermione's face- finally; someone was out of bed! She could at least talk to them, and then order them off back to their Common Room.

She followed softly, trying not to mix her footsteps with the mysterious other, she found herself walking into another corridor. This one was darker, and noticeably colder compared to the rest that she wandered through that night. Or maybe it seemed that way because a faint glimmer of a lantern was glowing faintly.

"Hello?" Hermione called, picking up her pace to find the stranger. This lantern stopped moving, as she quickly caught up to them.

"Granger, what are you doing down here?" asked the stranger, their voice filled with a silky smooth tone that made Hermione shiver.

"Malfoy, what are you doing out of bed?"

Draco lifted up the lantern so it was at level with Hermione's head.

"I had a detention, and it was all your fault" he hissed, spinning on his heel and storming away.

Hermione didn't follow, her brow narrowed. Her fault? How was it her fault if he was the one who had popped a button off her robes and caught a glimpse of her barely there chest? Had anyone seen?

"I...I don't understand- my fault?" she called.

Draco sighed loudly, all though it seemed put on. He spun around, and quickly stormed back to the female prefect. Hermione just stared at him, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"I didn't mean to say that. I meant it was all Potter's faul-" he began.

"I was with Harry all day. And Ron. So you can't blame them" Hermione interrupted.

Pause. Draco seemed to be having a hard time getting his thoughts together.

"Malfoy, I believe you had a detention, and to make sure, I'll be asking Professor McGonagall tomorrow. But why in Hades is it my fault?"

The lantern slowly lowered to the ground. The dim glow caused Draco to look utterly tempting, his pale skin giving him what seemed a heavenly glow.

"Because... because I was... in a classroom" he stuttered.

"That was your fault you were in a classroom. Not mine"

"Yes, but that was after I... was with you" Draco said quickly.

"So?"

"I was thinking about you"

This time, Hermione seemed to be the one lost for words. Her? Draco Malfoy had been thinking about her? Surely not.

"Malfoy, if this is some trick to make me think that you like me, and would bother thinking about me, I'm not falling for it. So you can give up, and for gods sake, get ba-"

Hermione's sentence was cut short as she felt Draco's mouth suddenly covering hers. A small gasp of surprise came from Hermione as the Slytherin boy's lips continued to be pressed roughly on hers. Even though she had been unable to get the thought of kissing Malfoy out of her mind all day, she had never even thought of doing it in reality. And as much as she'd like to kiss him back, Hermione knew that if anybody caught them (though it was a very slim chance) it would seem as if she was enjoying it- which she was most certainly, even though she hadn't even started to kiss him back.

She could feel Draco's lips lift from hers, his lips bright red. Her hand reached up to touch hers, which felt swollen from the bruising kiss. The suddenly embarrassed Malfoy stepped away from her. His normally pale cheeks were flushed pink. Hermione had to admit seeing him in this state was quite arousing.

"I'll...go now" Draco muttered, picking up the lantern. He turned to leave, when Hermione grabbed him by the arm, and jerked him back. Losing grip of the handle, the lantern dropped, and smashed onto the ground, leaving them in darkness.

"Granger, please let go of me," Draco choked out. Hermione could feel his heart thumping as she stepped closer to him, their bodies pressed against one another.

"No..." Hermione murmured, her Gryffindor courage shining through. And with that last word, she leant forward and kissed Draco. Her hand cupped the back of his neck, to keep him close to her, not that Draco was trying to get away.

Passion began to fill with now seemingly rule-breaking Gryffindor prefect, as she opened her mouth ever so slightly, and felt the Slytherin's tongue enter her mouth. Hermione moaned softly as she realized he tasted slightly of pumpkin juice. She leant into him, not wanting the moment to end. Yet, like all dreams, she knew in the back of her mind that it would. And all too soon, Hermione slowly, reluctantly, stepped back.

"I... have to go," she said softly, her voice coming out in a breathy husk. Draco's now heavy-lidded eyes stared at her through long lashes. He seemed to be having a hard time stringing two sentences together. Merlin, how she wanted to keep kissing him. Instead, she let her arms drop to her sides, took one last look at him, and spun on her heel, and sprinted off.



TBC



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A/N: So there you have it... I think Draco's a bit out of character, and I tried hard, but I just couldn't fix him. Well, at least I tried. And thanks to everyone's reviews and comments/ideas. That's what made this chapter the way it is... Anyhoo, *please* leave a review! And an idea, if you have any. Okay, well, I'll let you review, and I'll just play with my pet knife, Stabby!