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Hermione woke up in her dormitory the morning after the event in the astronomy tower. She desperately hoped that it was all a dream and none of it had happened. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around the common room and saw that she and Ginny were the only people in there. Ginny was still sound asleep. Hermione forced herself out of bed.

She got a shower and got dressed and headed toward the common room. By then all of her friends were up and chatting happily. Hermione smiled when she saw them and she made her way toward the couch.

"Good morning, Hermione" said Ron as she sat down beside her friends.

"Good morning." She answered in return.

"Are you ready to go down to breakfast? We've been waiting for you." Harry said with a friendly smile on his face.

"As ready as I'll ever be." She said.

They made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. When they sat down Hermione looked over at the Slytherine table without thinking. She felt herself give a sigh at the fact that Malfoy wasn't there. She didn't even know that she was holding her breath.

"You going to eat that, Hermione...Hermione?" said Ron.

Hermione took her eyes of the Slytherine table to look at her friend.

"What? Oh...no, you can have it if you want It." Said Hermione not even knowing what food Ron was pointing at.

About five minutes after they began eating Hermione heard the familiar snickering over at the Slytherine table and at once she knew that Malfoy had arrived for breakfast. She didn't look over at him though. She just stared at her plate without moving a muscle.

"Hermione? Are you okay? You look ill." Said Ginny who was staring at Hermione in confusion.

Hermione looked up at her and nodded her head.

"I think I caught something. I have a bit of a stomachache. I think I'll go up to the Hospital Wing. I'll catch you guys later. Okay?" she said.

With that Hermione got up from where she was sitting and headed towards the doors to the great hall. She rounded the corner just outside when she felt herself slam into the last person she wanted to see.

Draco Malfoy sat in his common room waiting for all of his friends to join him so that he didn't have to go to breakfast alone. He didn't want to look at the effing Mudblood he kissed the night before. He couldn't take it. He felt like he had betrayed his house...his family...all purebloods for that matter.

When his friends finally arrived they made their way down to the Great Hall. When they were halfway there he stopped in midstride. Crabbe and Goyle turned to see what was wrong.

"You coming?" asked Goyle in his deep husky voice.

"No. I just remembered that I forgot something in the common room. I'll meet up with you guys later." He said.

Crabbe and Goyle just shrugged their shoulders and made their way to the Great Hall.

Malfoy sighed in relief. He didn't want to deal looking at her even if he was with his friends. He turned around and was about to make his way back to his common room when he thought.

I can't let that mudblood stop me from eating my breakfast. NO! I won't let her. That's what she wants. He thought to himself. He turned around immediately only to see someone coming strait towards him. She obviously wasn't looking at where she was going because a few moments later they both crashed into each other and fell to the ground with a one big thump.

Hermione sat up and said she was sorry without even looking into the face of the person she ran into. When he sat up as well she gasped in surprise and tried to get up and leave without him noticing but it was too late.

"Sorry doesn't kill the pain, Granger. You should be begging forgiveness on bended knee." Malfoy said icily.

Hermione looked at him in surprise and then she felt herself get angry.

"Why would I even want to talk to you let alone beg forgiveness. Its disgusting to know that I even touched you." She said hotly.

"That's not what happened last night." Malfoy said with a small smirk on his face.

'So it wasn't a dream' thought Hermione in surprise.

She didn't know what to say to Malfoy so she settled on just looking at him. He seemed to know that he got to her so he continued.

"Bet that was the only kiss you're ever going to get in your life, Granger. Not that I wanted to kiss you. That was just a mistake. But I have to say that for a mudblood you aren't that bad at kissing." He said.

Hermione got even madder at the fact that he had called her a mudblood.

"Stop calling me that you foul, you disgusting, you sad excuse for a human!" she yelled so loud that it made even Malfoy jump.

He grabbed her arm tightly and said, "What did I say about you saying things like that to me?"

"You deserve it. You're despicable." She said holding back the tears from the pain he was causing her wrist.

"Oh, I'm much more than that." He whispered into her ear.

With that he kissed her yet again and, yet again, he caught her by surprise. He moved his tongue between the creases of her mouth. She tried to keep it closed but something came over her and she opened her mouth slowly allowing his tongue to enter. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her too him. She kissed him back and let out a small but distinct moan from her lips. He smiled against her lips. She let her tongue explore his mouth while she moved her hands to his back and a small bit of electricity shot up her spine.

She moved her hand to his hair as he began to kiss her neck. 'I can't do this. No I won't' said a voice. 'but it feels so good' said another. Eventually the first voice spoke louder than the second and she pulled away from her enemy. She looked at his eyes and there was no bit of surprise in them like there was the night before, only a smirk upon his lips.

The lips she just kissed so passionately.

She shook her head and backed away. She got up and ran as fast as she could to her common room.

Malfoy just sat there smiling. 'I'm winning.' Was all he though before walking to the great hall. This thing between him and Granger was now a game. He would tame the bookworm; he would make her his own. He would win this game if it were the last thing he did.