A/N: Thanks so much to lov-bug21 and "polly" (and my bff becca) for ur reviews! i love hearing everybodys opinion so please keep reviewing and if u have any questions about my plot, or u wanna point out any mistakes, feel free. u can also give me plot ideas, cuz im not quite sure where im going with this story. :) thanks again!

Disclaimer: i wish i may, i wish i mite, have daniel radcliffe in my bed tonite. ;)

Almost 3 hours had gone by since she had slammed her door and Draco still wanted to hit something. He conjured a punching bag and started beating the shit out of it.

This is for being a tease, he thought as he punched with his left fist. And this is for making me look stupid, he thought as he jabbed with his right. And THIS is just because you're a total BITCH!! He kicked it as hard as he could and was shocked when it came barreling back at him and knocked him down.

"Ow, that hurt!" he complained as he slowly got back up. His whole right side was aching and his leg felt like it was on fire. "Piece of Muggle shit," he muttered as he waved his wand and the punching bag disappeared. He collapsed onto his bed, still muttering to himself. "I can't believe she had the fucking nerve to do that." Draco knew most girls couldn't resist his charm, and not a single girl in the school had ever tried to tease him. They were usually happy enough just to spend a single night with him. Well if that's how she wants to be, then I'll play along. I'm gonna beat her at her own game and she'll regret the day she tried to toy with a Malfoy.

Hermione didn't see Draco again until the next morning. She felt pretty good when she woke up. The look on his face when she slammed the door had been priceless, and she wished she'd had a camera to take a picture. Too bad Muggle objects didn't work on Hogwarts grounds, cuz some of them were useful.

Hermione stretched and climbed off her bed, yawning as she stepped into the bathroom. A nice warm bath was just what she needed to wake up. She pulled off her cami and was about to step out of her pajama bottoms when she was interrupted.

"I didn't realize this was a strip joint," a familiar voice drawled. Hermione froze as she realized Malfoy was already soaking in the tub. "Oh no, don't let me interrupt your little show," he said mockingly. "I was definitely enjoying it." He smirked. "Besides, there's plenty of room in this tub for both of us."

Hermione could feel her face turning bright red. "Uh no, I uh, I'll just uh, go and um, take a shower later and uh, you can er, just..." she trailed off as she realized Malfoy was just watching her. Thank god I always wear a bra under my cami, she thought. Otherwise I'd be topless right now.

He grinned and she blushed harder. "That's all right, I was about to get out of here anyway." He pulled himself out of the tub and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist. Hermione couldn't help staring for a moment and Malfoy smirked again. He brushed past her and winked as he closed the door behind him. "Have fun," he called over his shoulder.

Hermione crumpled onto a chair the moment he was gone. She was so embarrassed, and she had no idea how she was ever gonna face Malfoy again. Especially after he'd caught her checking out his body. Ugh, I can't believe this. He's never gonna let me live this down. All thoughts of taking a bath were gone. She got dressed as fast as she could and practically ran to her first class. She collapsed in a seat next to Harry and Ron and tried to catch her breath.

Harry gave her a strange look. "Um, Hermione? Are you okay? Cuz you've been acting kinda weird lately."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, you've been sorta distant, like you're not really paying attention..." he trailed off when he realized she wasn't even looking at him. "Kinda like right now." He slammed his fist on the desk. "Hermione, pay attention!" he yelled angrily. "You're not even listening to me!"

She jumped and stared at him, not sure why he was yelling at her. "Um, sorry, what were you saying? Something about distances?"

Ron growled in frustration and ignored her. Harry gave a weak smile. "I think were all just a little stressed, right? Ron's just worried about you. You sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine," she said impatiently. "Just tired. I guess I need more sleep or something." She went back to watching the door. She was waiting for Malfoy to come in but she wasn't sure why. Part of her wanted to avoid him and any further embarrassment he might cause. But another part of her wanted to see him. It was so confusing, and she wasn't sure how she felt about anything.

Class flashed by as she got caught up in her thoughts. She was startled when people started getting up and leaving. She realized she hadn't heard a word the teacher had said and she hadn't taken a single note. Harry and Ron had already left by the time she got up and gathered her things. She stepped out of the classroom and was walking down the hall when she felt someone grab her roughly around the waist and pull her inside a nearby janitor's closet. It was dark and she couldn't see anything. She gasped when she was pushed up against the wall and felt someone's lips pressing down on hers......

A/N: yes i know, its an evil cliffie but ur gonna have to bear with me here. im just tryin to make sure u keep reading! i dont wanna lose my audience after all! :) lol