I feel absolutely horrible. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in forever, but after the GEPAs I was just all written out. It was almost too hard to complete my schoolwork, let alone this. But, have no fear, cause im back on track and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh, and as always, please review.

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For the past two weeks, Hermione had avoided Draco at all costs. She spent all of her free time in the room, and only returned to her dorm when absolutely had to. Draco, likewise, was pleased to find that he didn't have to deal such silly things as emotions when she wasn't around.

As a matter of fact, he almost had himself believing that he wasn't absolutely mad about her.

Poor dear.

But, anyway, Draco was sitting in his room being a spoilsport and not doing anything interesting. At least, that's what the casual observer would think.

He was actually examining the frame that his mother had given him. He had always found the pattern attractive, but he had never really examined it until now.

As he looked at it he began to notice a sort of map......
.........which started in his room.......
.........and ended up in.....?

The temptation was too great for him. He simply had to go looking.

His journey took him through many unknown corridors and past many undiscovered rooms, inluding one that had the most remarkable collection of chamber pots he had ever seen. They would have fetched a large sum were he to sell them and he would have been rather disgruntled that he couldn't were he in any other situation.

At last, he arrived at a small corridor with nothing interesting to look at in it. He was about to turn away, assuming he had gone in the wrong direction, when something caught his eye.

Hanging on the wall was a large and rather peculiar tapestry made of colors that he would never expect to see in actual existence, colors that had never put in an appearance together in his entire Hogwarts career.

You know what colors I'm talking about.

Poor Draco had to stand the confusion of a moving tapestry. This experience made him feel as if he'd had several bottles of butterbeer in the span of perhaps three minutes with very little breathing between bottles.

Unable to control himself, Draco went up to touch this exquisite work of art, only to discover the hidden door. Very proud of himself for having discovered something, he immediately tried to open it. He was met with no protest and the door did exactly as he would have wished; that is, open without a problem.

He was dazzled by the beauty of the room. The magic colors washed over and stunned him. But the colors were nothing compared to what he saw on the couch.

It was her.

She was so beautiful, just sitting there in front of the fire, oblivious to the world. His pseudo-belief that he wasn't crazy about her came crashing down around him with the force of a two-ton truck. Chickening out, as he often did, he began to back out of the room.....until she turned around and saw him.

Hermione jumped up very quickly. She was shocked that anyone could find this room, let alone him. She walked over to him and she almost laughed when she discovered that it was possible for him to be paler that he already was.

But why is he so pale?

She moved close enough to feel his breath on her face.

"Hello, problem," she said with as much confidence as she could find.

Draco was absolutely floored. He was the problem. HE WAS THE PROBLEM!!!!

"If I'm the problem, and you aren't running, does that mean you'd like me to go away?"

"No!"

Gathering some of the fabled Malfoy confidence, he replied coolly, "No, is it then? Well then, very nice to hear.

With that, he leaned in and kissed her, almost timidly at first, but then more so as she responded and kissed her back.

"Very nice to meet you, Hermione Granger," said the gentleman.

She merely responded by kissing him again.

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A/N: You like the kiss? Yes, no, maybe so? REVIEW!!!! Sorry its so short...i felt bad for not writing and I wanted to get it out quick.