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Hermione had been sitting in the tree for nearly an hour now. Suddenly she felt a surge of anger. She was mad at everyone. Mad at the world.

She wished someone would come by so she could take her anger out on them. Anyone. Who better to fulfill her wish then one of her most loathed enemies? Malfoy.

He was walking through the clearing, hands hanging loosely at his side, looking pompous as ever.

'He's such an a-hole' Hermione thought to herself, while studying him intently. 'He acts as though he owns the world, even when he's alone' she noticed.

His hair wasn't the slightest disheveled, clothes crisp looking as though they'd just been ironed. 'Is he whistling?' Hermione wondered. He was just looking far too happy for Hermione's sanity. She was going to have to bring him down a notch or two. She smiled mischievously to herself. 'He won't know what hit him.'

And he did not know what hit him. What ever it was had burned a neat little whole in his new cloak. He was NOT happy.

He looked around, first in anger then in dismay as he tried to figure out where that thing had come from.

As he turned full circle looking for his "attacker" he was hit by something else in the back.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath. Where was it coming from?

Hermione was having the time of her life. She could barely contain her laughter. She had forgotten her anger and was now just enjoying seeing Malfoy so bewildered. He looked kinda hot with his hair falling in his face and his eyes looking so confused.

"Oh my!" Hermione whispered aloud. What was she thinking? Malfoy hot? Definitely not. "Hehehe" she giggled to herself. She'd rhymed.

After her initial shock, and getting over her giggling spell, Hermione accounted her first thought to hormones. They kill her every time.

Draco was still trying to figure out what in Hades was going on, when he heard faint giggling. 'Where's that coming from?' He followed the sound until he was looking up the skirt of a brown haired girl from school.

In his current position he got a full blown view of her black and green lacey underwear, and because they were so small, some of her backside.

'Hmm...black and green. That doesn't look like any Slytherin I know.' And he definitely had a thorough knowledge of Slytherin girls and their underwear.

It occurred to Hermione, once she had regained her senses, that she didn't hear Draco anymore. He was either standing still or gone.

She peered around the clearing, seeing no sign of him. 'Hmmm' Surely she would have noticed him leave.

'Perhaps I should get down' she thought. Then she began to wonder if he had some trap sprung for her, the way he just disappeared like that. So she leaned over the branch to look below her. Unable to see directly below her, she leaned even further, and then thought better of it. But it was too late. She was falling fast and was sure she would land hard. And all she could think of was that Maroon 5 song she'd heard over the summer, Harder to Breathe. She was preparing for the worst when she stopped a few feet from the ground. "What?" was all she managed. She quickly regained her senses, and when she looked up she was staring into the deep green eyes of the famed Slytherin Prince.

Draco simply stared at her a bit, then cocked his head to one side as a sort of inquiry. Hermione remained motionless in her bewilderment.

Suddenly she was all anger, demanding Draco to put her down, and flailing her arms about for effect. He promptly let her fall without any preamble. This only angered her more, having landed hard on her bottom. Draco looked at her with the tiniest hint of amusement in his dark eyes. However, he then seemed to realize that he should be angry with her, and his constant scowl was back on his face.

Had his obvious amusement not pushed Hermione closer towards the edge, she would have noticed how sexy he'd looked at that moment.

"Move it Malfoy!" he wasn't really blocking her way up, she just needed to say something, anything to him. She was in the mood for a fight again.

Malfoy was ready and willing to spar.

"Shove off, mudblood" Malfoy said, filling his voice with as much contempt as possible.

Hermione glared at him, almost willing him to shrivel up before her.

Draco simply stared back, with less disdain and more interest. Her hair was a mess, full of leaves from her fall and a few of her shirt buttons had been pulled off from the many branches, leaving the first three or four inches of her shirt agape.

Draco was entranced for a moment by her creamy breasts, nearly spilling from the lacey scrap of a bra she was wearing.

Hermione suddenly realized what exactly Draco was staring so intently at. Her shirt was wide open for the world to view! She pulled her shirt tight to herself, wishing she had her cloak.

Draco smirked at her apparent modesty. It wasn't often that girls were hiding their bodies from him.

Hermione glared at him and this time it seemed she was willing something. Draco became wary of the way her eyes were steadily darkening to a deep crimson. That could NOT be good.

Hermione was attempting another one of the gypsy spells she'd been taught. She wasn't going to really hurt Draco, but she did want to teach him a lesson.

Draco was contemplating all the spells that would change your eye colour, but none of them seemed to fit. She was showing no other side effects. In the midst of these ponderings he was flung back hard against the tree behind him. But rather than fall to the ground he stayed pressed up against the tree. Hermione was steadily coming closer to him, when out of nowhere a huge gust of wind rose up and threw Hermione many yards away from Draco.

'Where had that come from?' Hermione was lying on the ground in pain. The wind had broken her concentration and now Draco was advancing on her. She was violently lifted off of the ground as Draco moved closer. She utilized all her energy and began to stare intently at Draco. Draco saw her eyes changing and knew what was coming, but the force of it hit him before he had time to block her attack. He was hurled towards a rock, but maneuvered around it and landed in a bush.

With lightning quick reflexes he rose and gave a small flick of his hand and Hermione was thrown against the boulder that was to be his landing spot. However Hermione had seen the attack coming and with cat like reaction twisted to land on the rock.

They stared intently at each other, both knowing the other was equal in skill. Hermione realized that Draco had been holding back on her all these years.

Draco let a small smirk play at his lips. He'd been practicing.

After a few tense moments of saying nothing and trying to read the other's mind, Hermione simply got up and walked away. Draco was not going to let her win.

"Get back here Granger! Too chicken to keep at it eh?" He was taunting to keep her there. If anyone were to walk away, it would be him.

Hermione turned around to throw an insult back at him, when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her face drained of all color and she had a look of complete horror in her now normal dark brown eyes.

Draco heard her ear splitting scream and ran towards her, fear for her in his heart.

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A/N: Was that long enough for you? I hope so. I really tried to do better this time. It was about time that Draco and Hermione had some interaction.

I've been reading a vamp book and got a lot of the fight inspiration from it.