Hermione threw her stuff onto her desk and plopped on her bed. It was beyond her how she could have done such a thing. How could she have kissed him on the cheek? What on Earth made her do that? But, on the other hand, his face afterwards was priceless, the pure shock of it all. Okay, back to the badness of her rash action. So many thoughts rushed through her head. Strike that, so many questions rushed through her head. What is he thinking at this very moment?

Harry blocked out the rest of the world, walked into his room, slammed the door shut, and threw himself on his bed, holding his cheek the entire time. Hermione had kissed him on the cheek! Whoa, wait a minute. Hermione is the obsessively good student who's one of your best friends. Harry took his hand off his cheek and continued his train of thought. Where on Earth did that kiss come from? I mean, she's never kissed him before. Has she done that to Ron? Jeez, why was he thinking so much of it? It was just a peck on the cheek, nothing to stress about, right? So many questions rushed through his head. The main one, what is she thinking right now?

They both watched the sunset, thinking about the other....

Fast forward through the summer, bringing us to yet another year of Hogwarts.

Hermione had forgotten the kiss until she saw Harry. The entire scene rushed into her head. She could tell you what each of them said and how each of them moved once the memory came back. And with the memory came the worries she had had before.

Harry hadn't forgotten the kiss as much as phased it out. But like Hermione, the memory came rushing back. Again, with the memory came the worries he had had before.

"H-h-hey Herm!"

"You know how much I hate that nickname."

"But you're so cute when you're angry."

Screeech, hold up a minute. Harry thought, "Am I flirting with her? What the bloody 'ell?" As Harry thought this, Hermione thought, "What am I doing? Is there something chemically wrong with me? Did someone put a curse on me?" Hermione decided to stop it there and hoped there was something chemically wrong with her. That would at least explain her behavior.

"So, how was your summer?"

"Do you really wanna hear the gruesome details of being with the Dursleys'?"

"Good point. I'll rephrase that, did you get out all right?"

"Yeah, I think so. Well, how was your summer?"

"Good. Read a lot of books, like you couldn't guess that."

"Yep, that's good 'ol Herm," Ron chimed in.

"Why does it amuse you two to see me angry?"

"Cause it's just so much fun!" Ron and Harry said at the same time in the highest voice they could get out.

"It's just like you two to gang up on me."

"What us gang up on you? No! Never!" Harry said as he pointed to himself and then Ron.

"Haha. I'm soooo amused."

"Well you better be mudblood." Hermione's blood ran cold as Malfoy's voice invaded her ears.

"At least I'm not from a broken home," shot back Hermione.

"How did you find out?"

"Reading a book, The Life of Lucius Malfoy. My point is proven that reading does pay off eventually. Before you call me mudblood again, think about it. Ron and Harry now know and I can only keep their mouths shut for so long."

"The woman has a point Drakey boy." Harry said.

"Yeah, we can't be held responsible for what happens to slip out." Ron agreed.

"You wouldn't dare," growled Draco angrily.

"Ooh, I'm so scared of a cliché line. I'm shaking in my boots." Hermione challenged and continued, "Now, be a nice little boy, and stop picking on us, or the entire school will hear of your family's sordid affairs."

"Fine, but you'll get yours." Draco said as he turned on his heel and walked away.

"God, what is it with him and cliché lines?" Ron joked.

"I don't know," admitted Harry, "too many chick flicks maybe?"