Disclaimer: Most of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I own the plot and a few of the characters. Don't sue me. I don't have any money anyway.

A/N: Wow. Listening to Lord of the Rings soundtracks are really inspiring. I love LotR! Return of the King comes out on DVD May 25! I'm so excited! Uhh...anyway, onto the story!

"How are Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger getting along?" Dumbledore asked Minerva.

"Horribly," Professor McGonagall said, smiling slightly. "Your plan is working flawlessly."

"Ah, well, it is too early to tell."

"You have your doubts that your plan will work?" Minerva asked concerned.

"One always has their doubts, Minerva. I just hope mine are silly worries that won't cause any trouble."

Their hate for each changes, once in the proper light,
But their love might blind them from the choice that is right. Once they announce their love, trouble is going to begin, And a fight will start that neither side will win.

*

Hermione slammed her Defense Against the Dark Arts book and her Transfiguration book on the table. "I can't believe it!" she shouted, looking absolutely furious.

"What is it?" Harry inquired mildly, playing a rather boring game of Exploding Snaps with Ron.

"I have to plan a dance with MALFOY."

"Another school dance?" Ron groaned, remembering the Yule Ball. "What's this one for?"

"Valentines Day!"

"At least you have a long time to plan!" Harry said, accidentally burning one of his eyebrows.

Hermione looked livid. She glared at Harry and Ron, waiting for either of them to get her point. Neither of them did. She threw her arms up in frustration.

"Valentines Day is about love!" Hermione declared. "That is the last sort of thing I want to talk about around Malfoy! Plus, if you two gits have lost track of time, Valentines Day is in TWO MONTHS."

"Like I said," Harry replied. "You have a long time to plan."

Hermione decided to give up on them.

*

"I'm thinking about getting Father to take me out of school," Draco said, falling into a couch.

"Why's that?" Goyle grunted, eating a chocolate frog.

"I have to plan a dance with GRANGER."

Crabbe, sitting across from Draco, made a gross face. He spat out the broccili-flavored bean and questioned, "What's wrong with Granger?"

Draco stared at the two humongous blobs. He couldn't believe they were that stupid! "Granger is a MUDBLOOD. She is filthy, disgusting, and a bloody teacher's pet! Everyone thinks she's so 'perfect' but she ISN'T!"

"Right," Goyle said, nodding stupidly.

Crabbe looked at both of them, clearly confused. "Who are we talking about again?"

Draco sighed and shook his head. Sometimes he wondered why he hung out with these idiots.

*

"Hermione, isn't it time for your Head meeting?" Harry inquired, looking at his watch.

"Don't remind me!" Hermione groaned, putting her face in her hands. "I don't think I can deal with Malfoy right now. I might accidentally curse him!"

"That wouldn't be so bad!" Ron replied, closing his Transfiguration book. "You'd be doing us all a favor."

"Hermione, I know being a Head means a lot to you, so go on to your meeting. If you don't, Dumbledore could get mad."

Hermione sighed and stood up. "Since when are you so responsible Harry?"

"Since there is a chance you might curse Malfoy. Now shoo!" Harry said, grinning.

Hermione grumbled and left the common room with a strong look of distaste on her face.

*

"Granger," Draco said, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Malfoy," Hermione hissed, looking as if she might loose her dinner.

They glared at each other and then finally sat down at the table Dumbledore had set up for them. The two of them were up in the Astronomy Tower, one of the most secluded places in Hogwarts. The star was midnight blue and the stars were twinkling in the sky.

"Shall we get started?" Hermione questioned.

"Whatever," Draco replied, leaning casually back in his seat. "Have fun."

"Aren't you going to help?" Hermione asked dangerously.

"No."

"Yes you are!"

"Look mudblood," Draco said. "I am not going to help you plan this idiotic dance. I could care less if this dance didn't even occur! There are a million things I'd rather be doing then sitting here with you. So don't bother me!"

"You think I'm enjoying this?' Hermione shrieked, looking livid. "I'd rather eat dung then spend time with you!"

Even from across the table, Draco could see Hermione's cheeks turning a light pink, and her normally brown, friendly eyes were slowing turning to slits.

"Take that back!" Draco shouted, having a lot of fun. Making Hermione angry was one of his favorite past times.

"Bite me!" Hermione said bitterly.

"That's not very mature of you, Ms. I'm Head Girl and I'm so perfect!"

"Shut up!" Hermione growled. Her hand slipped into her robes and she slowly drew out her wand, wanting to make sure Draco didn't see.

"Make me!" Draco said, smirking. She looked so sexy, angry and frustrated. Draco shook his head, banishing his thoughts. It's the mudblood! He thought to himself.

Hermione felt hot, probably because she was mad and because she was so close to Malfoy. He looked simply irresistible with his sexy smirk plastered on his face, yet he was acting so stupid...

"Come over here and I will!"

"Is that a threat, Hermione?" Draco inquired, still smirking. "Because I don't take kindly to people who threaten me."

"Do not call me HERMIONE!"

"That's your name isn't it?"

"Yes," Hermione said, growing more and more angry. "But I do not want a slimy git like you calling me by my first name!"

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione!" Draco said, teasing her.

"That's it!" Hermione shrieked in frustration. "I can't take it anymore! I'm going to Dumbledore and I'm going to RESIGN. I am so SICK OF YOU!"

She jumped up from the table and headed for the staircase. She shook the doorknob to the door leading to the stairs, but it did not open.

"Unlock it!" Hermione shouted.

Draco rose from the table, smiling. His steel gray eyes looked cool and appealing, as did his blonde, slicked hair. "No."

Hermione ran a hand through her bushy, brown hair. "Come on Malfoy. I mean it. Unlock the door!"

Draco did not answer. He moved closer to Hermione and sat down next to her.

"What are you doing?" she questioned, fearing for his sanity.

"Sitting. What does it look like?" Draco quipped. He was having a blast, torturing the mudblood.

After a few minutes of silence, Hermione sank to the floor. She moved away from Draco and put her face in her hands.

"What the?" Hermione said, looking up at the sky. Small raindrops were falling as clouds quickly engulfed the sky. "Crap!"

The rain was falling steadily now, soaking the two students through their robes. Hermione looked wet and miserable, while Draco looked quite content. In fact, he was perfectly dry.

"How did you stay dry?" Hermione asked, her teeth chattering.

Draco laughed. "Didn't think of using a water resistant charm, did you?"

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. "As you can see, I didn't think of that. Anyway, it's too late now."

Draco looked over at her. She was soaked and she looked frozen. "I think you've suffered enough."

"Really?" Hermione jumped up. "Thank God! I was about to curse you..."

Draco muttered something under his breath and Hermione head the lock of the door come undone. She dashed over to the door that Draco was standing in front of.

"Move!"

"No."

Draco grabbed her arms and kissed her on the lips. Hermione stood like a rock, not moving at all. Draco's kiss had made her feel quite warm, even though she was still standing in the cold, dreary rain. Finally, snapping back to reality, Hermione pulled herself away.

"YOU PRAT!" Hermione shouted, glaring daggers at him. She wiped her lips on the sleeve of her rob and spat bitterly on the ground. "What was that for?!"

"It was an experiment."

"Move your bloody arse out of the way!" Hermione said, breathing heavily.

Draco moved, only because he saw Hermione's wand gripped fiercely in her hand.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy that, mudblood. It was probably the first kiss you ever had!"

Hermione replied by slamming the door in his face.

*

"Ms. Granger! Wait a moment!"

Hermione twirled around and found herself facing Professor McGonagall.

"What is it?" Hermione snapped.

Professor McGonagall looked taken back. Hermione never used that tone of voice with her Professors.

"Why are you wet?"

"I had to attend a meeting in the rain."

"Why didn't you come inside?" Professor McGonagall inquired. "Use your common sense! You could have caught a cold!"

"The door was locked," Hermione replied coolly.

"Why was it locked?"

"Ask Malfoy," Hermione said bitterly. She started to walk away when Professor McGonagall called after her.

"Did you get any work done?"

Hermione sighed. "No."

Obviously, Professor McGonagall needed to have a visit with a certain Head Boy.

*

The next morning, Draco strutted into Professor Dumbledore's office, a smirk on his face.

"Professor? You wanted to see me?" Draco called out.

"Sit down Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said, who was seated next to Professor Dumbledore.

Draco seated himself, watching the two of them. "What is it?"

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Minerva spoke with Ms. Granger yesterday. She was quite – err – agitated. It appears that she did not have a pleasant time at the meeting yesterday evening."

Draco shrugged.

Professor Dumbledore continued, "Apparently, neither of you got any work done of the Valentines Dance. Why not? If I am correct you two were up in the Astronomy Tower for at least an hour."

Draco did not answer.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you do not want me to search your mind for the answer, I hope you will tell me."

"Fine," Draco replied. "Granger and I kissed."

"You kissed?!" Professor McGonagall shouted, looking angry and nervous.

"Yes." Draco said, not at all embarrassed.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said, not looking disturbed by the piece of information that had just been revealed. "You may go."

Draco left Dumbledore's office, casting curious glances back at his teachers.

"Albus! How could this happen?!" Professor McGonagall said, pacing around the room. "What are we going to do?"

"There is not much we can do, Minerva. If we try to separate them now, they will become suspicious. All we can do is hope that the kiss they shared won't change their feelings for one another."

*

"Hermione?" Harry said, waving his face in front of her head. "What's wrong with you?"

"What?" Hermione said, snapping to attention. "What did you say?"

"Why are you acting all funny?" Ron questioned, stuffing his face with donuts.

"No reason," Hermione replied briskly.

"There is too a reason! Tell us!"

Hermione glared at them. "It isn't important."

"Come on 'Mione!" Harry said, shaking her arm. "Tell us!"

"Fine," she snapped. "Draco kissed me."

The donut Ron was eating fell out of his mouth. Hermione was too embarrassed to be disgusted at the sight.

"YOU TWO KISSED?!"

A/N: I love this story. I really do. I already think it's better than Hard to Get...maybe because I actually know what's going to happen. Actually this part was sort of a spur of the moment thing, but whatever. In the next chapter you can expect a food fight! Hehe, I'm also putting a food fight in the next chapter of my Lily/James fanfic titled It's Gonna Take a Miracle. Go read it, would you? I'm not getting many reviews! COME ON GUYS! Do it for the mental fanfic writer!