"Hermione, what just happened?" Harry demanded once Malfoy had gone to the Slytherin table.

"I have no bloody clue."

"What do you mean? You were with him basically the whole day!" Ron exclaimed.

"I know, but it's not like I wanted to. I didn't."

"So what happened?" Ron asked.

"Ron. I already told you. I have no frickin idea. I was just walking out of my bedroom and he was all nice to me-"

"Maybe you did something," Harry said.

I looked at him. "What is that suppose to mean?"

"Whoa, I am not trying to pick a fight, okay?"

"I didn't say you were." I crossed my arms and leaned against the table.

"Okay. Well, maybe you kissed him or something-"

"What? I would never kiss Malfoy-"

"But you did, Hermione," Ron interrupted. "Remember?"

"That has nothing to do with anything!" I yelled.

"Guys, just chill for a moment, okay?" Harry pleaded.

"No, Harry," Ron mumbled, standing up and leaving the Great Hall.

*

Harry and I sat eating-well, actually, he was eating; I was playing with my food. We just sat there in complete silence.

"Hermione," Harry said, throwing down his fork. "Ron is still upset-"

"Obviously," I muttered.

"I'm not done, Hermione."

"Sorry."

"It's all right." Harry took a deep breath. "Ron is still upset because of our little 'incident.' And he doesn't say anything about it, but I know it really bothers him. Every time someone ever says the word 'betrayal' or 'kiss,' he gives me a glance."

"Have you told him that?" I asked.

"No, but it doesn't need to be said."

"So why are you telling me this?" I asked. I wasn't in the mood for some reason. "Look, Harry, I gotta go." I stood and walked out of the Great Hall.

*

"Hey, where you going?" someone asked, pulling my arm.

I turned to see Malfoy. "What are you doing?"

"Wondering where you're going."

"I'm just going back to the Chambers, Malfoy-"

"Are you following Weasel?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. But why do you care?" I asked, stomping my foot in frustration.

Suddenly, he pulled my body towards and kissed me. Oh god, his lips were soft. I could feel his heat just flow throughout my body, yet I still felt chills down my spine. Slowly, he broke the kiss, but he didn't let go.

Okay, I won't lie to you. It was an awesome kiss. Better than any other kiss that I had ever had-not like I've had many, anyway. But, still, it was SO wonderful.

"What was that for?" I asked, taking my breath.

"For looking so beautiful." He took my hand and started to walk.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"

He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Draco?" I asked, looking at him. He had let go of my hand and was staring right at me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." His response was quick and scary.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" he yelled.

I was completely terrified.

"Sorry," he replied quickly, taking my hand. "I'm just really . . ."

"Jumpy?"

"Yeah," he answered slowly. "You know what? I wanna show you something."

"What?"

"It's a secret. Just come with me. Please say yes." His eyes were pleading. I couldn't say no. He was giving me the puppy-dog-eyes. You could never say no to the puppy-dog-eyes.

"Um . . ."