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Hermione had been watching Draco put-down Ron, who was so drunk, he couldn't defend himself out of the corner of her eye and now she was pissed. Couldn't Draco lie off just for one day and give them some peace?

But you just love it when he comes anywhere near you, don't you?

Hermione frowned and shook her head to shoo away her Dumb Voice, but today, if didn't seem to want to go away.

Why don't you go up and kiss him like you've always wanted to?

Her Dumb Voice was getting dumber and dumber by the minute. Go up and kiss Draco Malfoy? She couldn't do that! First of all, she had a boyfriend, second of all, Draco was probably surrounded by all his friends, including Pansy Parkinson, so she wouldn't be able to even get near him without getting her head bitten off. Even if she tried, he might hate her even more for the rest of eternity, which would lower the already extremely slim chance that Hermione had for going out with Draco (Ah, but there is a chance). She would need a charm, then, that would make Draco and all those who were present forget everything within the next hour or so and then –

Hermione stopped. Of course! A Forgetful Charm. That would make it almost risk-free!

There you go. Now go lie to Harry and do what you need to do.

Hermione shook her head. She would be cheating on the boy she loved very, very much if she tried to kiss Draco, even if it would all technically be forgotten in the next hour or so.

"Herms, are you ok?" Harry asked, causing Hermione to jump about a foot.

"Yes, of course, I'm fine," she answered a little too hurriedly. "Why, do I not look OK?"

"Um, well it's just that you keep shaking your head. . ."

Oops.

Hermione stood up quickly, scraping her knee on the table in her hurry. "Um, I just realized that I have some more stuff to buy for school," she said, grabbing her purse. "I'll be back in about a half an hour."

It wasn't completely untrue; she had forgotten to get a book for Professor McGonagal's class, A Very Confusing Guide to 7th Year Newt Transfiguration.

"Oh, do you want me to come?"

"No, NO! I'll be fine. Go hang out with Ron, I think he's been feeling a little left out."

Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek. Then she hurried away. As she passed Ron, he looked up and said suspiciously, "Where are you going, Herms?"

Hermione hunched her shoulders and looked away. "Um, out to get, um, some school supplies."

Ron glared at her. "Are you cheating on Harry?"

Hermione stiffened even more then she already was. Ron could always tell everything about her. Much better, for some reason, than Harry or anyone else she knew for that matter, except maybe Ginny.

"No, of course not. What ever gave you that idea?"

"Herms. . .," Ron's voice was skeptical.

"I have to go, ok? I'm sorry. Do you want me to get you anything?"

"No, I'm fine, just don't go around fooling with other guys. Harry loves you very much, you know."

Fifteen minutes later, Hermione finally found Draco in a noisy pub a couple blocks away from the Owlery. Sure enough, he was completely surrounded by at least 20 people.

Ok, good. Now put the spell over everyone in the pub.

God, Hermione's good voice said. This is so bad. Just turn around and go back to your BOYFRIEND and forget all about this. There are so many things that could go wrong in this.

Oh? Like what?

Like, for example, someone could walk in. like Harry, for instance, who's not under the spell and so they wouldn't for get about it. Also, you and – "ahem" – Draco could get so wrapped up in yourselves that you would lose track of time and –

"AHEM"

Hermione spun around. Draco was standing behind her looking annoyed. Behind were two of his cronies, Miles Bletchley (A/N – I changed Julian into Miles because Miles is a character from the actual book. Sorry if there's any confusion!!) and Pansy Parkinson.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

"Want? I want a lot, but right now, I want to know what YOU are doing in a pub that is for pureblood people only, if you even bothered to look at the sign. . ."

There was, of course, no sign.

"Fuck off, ferret."

"Hmmm, I don't think so. Get over here," Draco growled, grabbing Hermione's hand. "Stay here you two, and keep a look-out."

Right before Draco dragged her away, Hermione caught a glimpse of Miles grinning knowingly at the two of them.

Draco pulled Hermione into a dark side room and pushed her against a wall.

"Granger," he whispered grazing his soft lips over hers.

"What the fuck, Malfoy! Get away from me!" Hermione was terrified. This wasn't part of her plan!

Hermione tried to push him away but he was too heavy.

"Relax, baby, you know you want it"

Yes, relax, this was what you wanted, right.

Her ugly voice pushed her over the edge and Hermione relaxed into Draco's strong arms.

His tongue flicked into her mouth.

God, he was such a good kisser. Much better than Harry, even, which was saying a lot.

But as Draco's hand began to slide down and squeeze her ass, Hermione came to her senses.

"Get off of me, you little ferret!" Hermione tried to free herself from Draco's grip.

"Shh, don't ruin it."

"Ruin what? There's nothing to ruin!"

"Tell me you don't feel anything. I know you do."

"I – I don't!" Hermione shoved with all her might, pushing Malfoy away from her. "What the hell is your problem anyway? What happened to 'filthy little mudblood', huh?"

"Well, first of all, you're stacked, and, second of all, you're hot, and, third of all, you have one hell of an ass."

"OH. MY. FRIGGIN. ASS. GOD!!!!!!!! (A/N – hahaha olivia). You shallow, perverted, creepy bastard!! Get away from me!!"

Draco looked hurt. "You really didn't like it? Everyone likes my kisses."

Hermione hesitated. Draco looked genuinely hurt. "Yes – I mean no! NO!! That was the most disgusting thing that's ever happened to me. YUCK!!"

Draco hunched his shoulders and looked away. "I'm sorry. I thought you wanted me."

Did Draco seem embarrassed? Was he actually being serious when he kissed me, instead of doing it just to get on my nerves?

Yes, he was. You know it and I know it.

Um. You are me. And I don't know it. He was just being an asshole, as usual.

"Don't ever touch me again, Draco! I mean it!" Hermione tried and fail to sound angry as she pushed past him and walked back into the pub.

As she left, she could feel Draco's quiet, strange friend, Miles Bletchley drilling holes into her back with his eyes.

OH MY GOSH!! I'm sooooooo sorry it took me so long to update!!!! I'm a little freshman and it's been really hectic. I'm promise that I'll update the next chapter within a week.

RR!!! Thanks!! Bye.