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A/N: Sorry, this chapter is probably going to be short. I don't really know what I want to happen, since this story started out as a random thing when I was sick. And I sprained my wrist and it kind of hurts to type. Isn't that lovely? Right… On con la historia! Er… on with the story….

Chapter Four

LALALALALA. Life was grand. Malfoy and I were getting along and had been for the past three weeks. Ever since that day when he pinned me under that statue (which he denied adamantly) we had somehow been able to be civil, if not downright friendly.

I looked up from the book I was reading (Hogwarts: A History, of course) and straight into Malfoy's eyes. The problem with sharing a common room with Malfoy was that he could stare at me, not only during classes, but also before class, during breaks, and after supper too! It no longer bothered me very much, but it was still slightly disconcerting. I really needed to ask him about the staring business again.

"May I ask you a question?" I asked. Why did I go and say that? That question always bothered me. Why ask if one may ask a question. By asking that question, they ask a question. It seemed to defeat the purpose.

"Sure," said Malfoy, still looking directly into my eyes. That was new.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" I asked. He looked away. There were several moments of silence. "Are you not going to answer?"

"Yes, I am," He said. "I'm trying to think of something that won't get me slapped." I had slapped him the other day when he had walked in on me in the bathroom and told me I had a nice arse.

"Oh, I promise not to slap you." I said. Unless I think it's really offensive, I added to myself.

"Because you're beautiful." He said.

"Why would you think that would get you slapped?" I asked, smiling. He thought I was beautiful!

"Because that's not all of it." He said, looking down.

"Well, what's the rest of it?" I asked. He thought I was beautiful!!

"I'm not going to tell you the rest," He said.

"Well, why not?" I asked. Now I had to know!! Dammit.

"I told you." He said, smiling slightly. "I don't want to get slapped."

"Oh, c'mon!" I said. "Tell me!!"

"Nah,"

"Please?"

"I'll pass." He laughed at my attempt at pouting. I pulled out my wand.

"Tell, or thou shalt be hexed." I said jokingly. He laughed.

"No, no!! Anything but that!!" He said in a fake high-pitched voice. I giggled. I actually giggled. That was definitely a first. I hate giggling!

"There is not helping it. If you don't tell me I shall be forced to hex you." I said, still slightly laughing.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to put a stop to that." He said. Then he pounced. He jumped, slightly on top of me, and grabbed my wand.

"Now I won't be hexed," He said laughingly. I laughed right along with him.

"Give it back." I said, reading around his back for my wand.

"Never," he said. "It shall remain in my possession until you promise not to hex me." We laughed.

"Not until you tell me the rest."

"Well it looks like we're at a stale mate."

"Yes, it does." I said. I looked up into his eyes, and we stopped laughing. I finally took notice of the position we were in. We were both lying down on the couch. He was almost completely on top of me and one of my legs was intertwined with his.

Well… this was awkward. I was beginning to blush, and I was going to suggest that he get off me when… he kissed me!! Draco Malfoy kissed me!

I was shocked at first, and I tried to push him away. But… it felt so good. I gave a slight moan, and my arms went around his neck. Then he started kissing me neck. Oh, it didn't get much better than this. I had found paradise in the arms of Draco Malfoy.

"Hermione," He moaned quietly. That brought me back to my senses. What was I doing?

"Stop," I said. He looked up, and seemed to realize what he was doing. He sat up quickly. "I… I'm sorry." He said and fled to his room.

Well, that was different.