"You mean you CAN'T kiss him? You can't even kiss him? Oh Granger you're pitiful!"

"Are you going to teach me or not? 'Cause if you won't, I'll ask somebody else!" Deep down, Hermione felt awful. She felt offended but she really needed to learn.

"All right. Kiss me."

"Kiss you?"

"Yeah. How the hell do you expect me to teach you? Show you a video?"

Hermione planted her soft lips on Malfoy's, and pulled back quickly.

"Damn, I can see why Harry doesn't like you. You have to use your tongue if you want to turn him on. Okay. First step," Malfoy took some ice-cream and put it on his lips. "Trace your tongue around my lips. Trace it until all the ice-cream is gone. When you do this to Harry, you have to pretend there's something delicious on his mouth."

Hermione licked Malfoy's lips. The ice-cream tasted awesome. She finally got down to his lips, then stopped.

"Not bad Granger. Next step, you don't stop there. You have to fit your lips into his, and then put your tongue in his mouth! Try it again!"

Malfoy was secretly enjoying this. He was the one getting turned on. He was sure he was going to get Hermione one way or another. He was beginning to love her.

Hermione delicately traced her tongue around Malfoy's lips. Then she put her lips against his. She wasn't sure how to do a good French kiss, but she slipped her tongue into Malfoy's mouth. She put her hands around Malfoy's neck, and Malfoy slipped his arms around her perfectly curved waist. Her tongue found Malfoy's tongue, and they curled up on each other. Malfoy leaned into Hermione slowly, and soon he was on top of her.

"Hm..." Hermione moaned. This felt good. Malfoy was running his hands up and down her arms. She felt so turned on that she didn't notice Harry come into her room. When she heard the door creak, she pushed Malfoy off, and breathed hard.

"What the fuck is he doing in here? YOU CHEATED ON ME BITCH!" Harry yelled. "IT'S OVER!"

"Wait! Harry! This was for you!" Hermione ran after him. She realized she couldn't get him back. She fell asleep crying in her bed. The next day she skipped all her classes. She walked around the hall completely blank, not knowing where she was going. All of a sudden she bumped into Malfoy.

"I KNOW I CAN'T BLAME YOU, BUT IT'S YOUR FAULT! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO AGREE WITH ME??? YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME WE WERE IN MY BED!!! I HATE YOU BASTARD!" She slapped his face. Malfoy began to feel bad inside. He kneeled down next to her and rubbed her back.

"I'm sorry Granger," he smirked, trying to sound cold and caring at the same time. Hermione cried for another five minutes. Then she looked up into Malfoy's eyes. He wiped her tears with his hands. They stared at each other for the longest time.

"Come into the dormitory Hermione," Malfoy said. "I'll help you clean up."