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"Hermione!" Ron called, chasing her down the hall. "What the hell was that?"
"Nothing."
"Herm…"
"Ron! I said it was nothing!"
"What are you talking about? That was not nothing. That was very far from nothing, as a matter of fact!"
"Oh Ron! Why can't you just leave me alone once in awhile? You're not my father, you have no control over me, so just accept it!" Hermione exploded.
She wished she hadn't turned around at that last moment, so she could spare herself of seeing the look on his face. He looked like someone had just slapped him in the face. She might as well have.
Ron didn't say a word. He started to walk faster, and passed her. Harry, who was right behind him and had seen the whole thing, gave Hermione a Look behind Ron's back.
She felt sick. Harry and Ron had stuck with her for their whole time at Hogwarts; all Malfoy had done was make fun of her for five years plus.
She couldn't blame herself, though. She had never been very good at controlling her feelings, whether they be of hate, anger, jealousy, eagerness…or love. But she wasn't in love. She wanted Draco, yes. But did she love him? Of course not. So maybe it was lust?
She sank down against the wall once she had gotten back upstairs. She had never felt so confused in her life. She didn't understand how Draco could change his feelings about her so quickly. I mean, yeah, she wasn't the same as she was in the first year---she was now taller than Harry and, as Ron called her fondly, "leggy". But she was still just Hermione Granger.
She stood up. She was used to substantial information. Either something was true, or it wasn't. There was no in-between in any of the books she read. Then what was this she was experiencing?
She made her way up to the prefect's bathroom on the second floor. She entered and walked over to the sink, staring in the mirror. She pushed her hair out of her face. It was getting long. She leaned in. Not knowing what else to do with herself, she pulled out some lip-gloss Parvati had given her earlier. It was still unopened.
She traced her mouth with the stick. She had barely screwed the lid back on when she saw a face besides her own staring back at her out of the mirror. Staring at her lips.
"What…what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm a prefect too, you know." Draco took a puff of the cigarette that he was holding.
"Can't imagine--" she started, but then Draco's gaze lifted slowly from her lips to her eyes. She faltered. "—why," she finished lamely. He smirked.
"Cat got your tongue?" he said, moving closer. He reached out and traced her just-glossed mouth with his finger.
She stared up at him. She had to push him away. But she was frozen to the spot. Why hadn't she slapped him by now?!
He leaned in even closer. Her brain had stopped producing new thoughts long ago. All she could think right now was, "Snog him!"
It ended up that she didn't have to. He leaned in even further and kissed her right on the lips. It wasn't a short kiss either. It seemed to go on forever and ever. At first she just stood there like an idiot, but after awhile she got into it. She knew this wasn't his first time doing this kind of thing. His hands moved quickly but gently. He knew what he was doing. He must have snogged tons of girls before her. Like Pansy Parkinson.
Hermione pulled away.
"What?" he asked. She liked that he always looked her directly in the eyes.
"I…what are we doing?"
"Making out," he said. His hands were still on her waist.
"Yes, but…not to be over-analytical, but…don't we hate each other?"
"We did, Granger. You of all people should know your past tenses."
A/N: I promise more Draco/Hermione action in the next installment. If that's what you want. Tell me in your REVIEW!