A/N: I'm going to try to make my chapters a little longer, just so you know. I was looking over my chapters for all my stories and was thoroughly disgusted in myself.

Hermione was early to breakfast. It was six in the morning, and it was a Saturday. But she needed time to brood, and meals were the easiest way, what with Lavender and Parvati always hounding her in the dormitory.

Malfoy was a good kisser, she had to admit it to herself. And she couldn't help imagining what it would have been like if she hadn't been so shocked; if she'd been more willing. But really, what was she supposed to do? Kiss him back? Right, so everyone would get the gossip they seemed to thrive off of. And as for Malfoy, she was just picturing the cocky smirk.

The Great Hall wasn't as empty as she would have liked. It wasn't crowded. In fact, there was only one other person there, and the spoon he was holding clinked softly on the plate as she entered. He was the last person she wanted to see.

Malfoy was sitting alone at the Slytherin table, eating a small plate of eggs. Hermione nearly ran back out of the Great Hall, but she told herself not to run away from her fears. Wait. When had Malfoy become a fear? Maybe when he'd shown her how well he could kiss…..Bad Hermione! Focus on your toast.

Toast is really fascinating, you know. I mean, if you tear it away, sometimes the inside is just like warm bread, fresh out of an oven. And the little bits of blackened bread make pretty patterns on white plates….Oh God, Hermione thought. I really am going crazy.

It was only then that she looked up, shaking her head at herself. Malfoy was sitting across from her. Now when had that happened?

"Granger."

"Go away."

"Hostile."

"Hmmmm, I wonder why?" Hermione replied, voice laden with sarcasm.

"Touchy."

"You better believe it."

"It was just a kiss!"

"Do you know many people who find it acceptable to go around kissing girls without their consent?"

"Lots of big words in there…."

"Very funny."

"Well, mostly when I kiss girls, they are giving their full consent, so I really wouldn't know. Also, it was in the script."

"About forty pages later!"

"So?"

"This is an incredibly stupid conversation."

"You started talking to me."

"You sat down across from me!"

"So? That does not require talking." He paused, and Hermione went back to her toast. "Maybe I just wanted to play footsies or something." He continued, and Hermione's half-chewed toast ended up on her plate. She looked up to his grin. "You are too easy," he said after a few seconds, shaking his head.

"I hate you."

"Likewise," he said, and opened his mouth to continue. He was, however, interrupted.

"Then why did you kiss me?" Hermione blurted out, her words echoing off the walls. She sat back after yelling; realizing she'd needed to ask that for a long time.

"Because you're just so irresistible," he replied smoothly, barely missing a beat.

"Stop toying with my mind Malfoy. It won't work." Hermione kept her voice guarded, eyes narrowed. There was nothing Malfoy could say or do that would make her stop being suspicious of him.

"Because I wanted to kiss you. It was an impulse. You were pretty, you were singing, it was an opportune moment, and you're different." Except that, Hermione thought as she gaped at him once more.

"I was 'different'?" She asked, eyes narrowing again.

Malfoy sighed. "As in, you weren't one of those girls who'd sleep with me just because I have a hot body."

"What hot body?" Hermione quipped. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"Would you like me to show you?" he asked, smirking as he began to un-button his robes. Hermione shut her eyes quickly as Malfoy laughed. "Too easy..."

"And what do you mean I was all that?"

"Well. Right now, you're becoming more and more like all those girls." She gave him a questioning look. "You've been playing footsies with me this whole time," he said, and triumphantly walked out of the great hall.

"Oh," was Hermione's only and faint response.

Hermione was perched on her window sill, halfway into falling through the sky. The door to her room burst one, and Hermione lost her balance for a split second. Possibly the most terrifying split second of her life. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was, especially after the "who" opened their mouths.

"OH MY GOD HERMIONE!!! WERE YOU GOING TO KILL YOURSELF!!???!!!???" Parvati shrieked as she spotted Hermione.

"Malfoy can't have figured out already, can he?" Lavender asked, worried. Hermione stared at the girl. If she thought it would be that bad when Malfoy found out about her little game….But, of course, Lavender didn't know Hermione was just pretending.

"No, no," Hermione replied. "I was just sitting."

"Well then…" began Parvati, sitting down on the bed.

"We overheard something this morning…." Lavender added as Hermione swung her legs back into the room.

"In the Great Hall…."

"Between you and Malfoy…" Hermione spent a few moments to hate the two of them for being everywhere all the time before responding.

"Yes. And?"

Parvati and Lavender exchanged skeptical looks. "You didn't seem like you were dating."

Hermione sighed deeply. "We haven't been getting along as well recently."

"Did he confront you about telling us?" Parvati asked furtively.

Hermione shook her head glumly. "No, it's just…Other stuff." Oh smart Hermione. 'Other stuff.' I'm sure they'll accept that…

"Oh, you poor girl," said Lavender sympathetically.

"We'll leave you be." They shared another looked as they entered the common room, and Hermione heard hushed whispers. Loud hushed whispers. She sighed. Knowing the Gryffindors, it was going to be a long night….

Harry and Ron burst through the door, talking all at once. Hermione motioned them to shut up and sit down. Which they did, however reluctantly.

"We've heard from…people…." Ron began, giving Harry a reluctant look. "That you're going out with Malfoy." Hermione looked at him.

"Well, that was very to the point. But it's true," she said. When did I decide to pull this prank on my best friends?

"But we heard you slapped him. After he…." Ron and Harry grimaced in unison. "Kissed you." Hermione grinned at the looks on their faces.

"Well, yes. I told him we were going to keep it professional while doing the play. I certainly did not intend on playing opposite him."

"No, I guess you didn't…." Murmured Ron, now giving Harry a suspicious look. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Anyways, it's not going too well."

"But you're together with Malfoy!" Ron exploded.

"Yes."

"Oh…" He finished lamely.

Hermione sighed. "It's hard to explain Ron…."

"BUT IT'S MALFOY!" Harry finally spoke.

"Yes, thank you, I realize that."

"How could you-?" Ron spluttered.

Hermione smiled glumly, her mind working in overdrive. What could she say that would be just perfect…? "But he's so sweet to me, you wouldn't realize it. There's always flowers, and little chocolates spelling out "I LOVE YOU" and his kisses are marvelous. He has this certain way of putting his tongue in my mouth…." She broke off dreamily. Am I taking this too far? Does it not seem real anymore?

But then she looked at their faces. They both had their eyes closed and wore identical expressions of disgust.

"Don't ever talk to me about Malfoy like that, or in any other way, ever again," Harry said quietly. He wasn't angry, just shocked, and Hermione grinned some more at his expense.

"You asked me…."

"Just don't ever answer, OK?" Ron said, before they hurried out of the room.

Hermione watched them leave, the grin still plastered on her face. It slowly morphed into a frown, though, as she began to wonder what would happen when Malfoy found out...

A/N: I've been feeling review-deprived lately, so I figured I'd actually write the next chapter. I tried to make it longer, and I hope it is, wait I'll go check…Four and a bit pages on Microsoft Word! I'm so proud of myself, the last chapter was only…2 pages long! Go me! Anyways, please review, I'd really, really, really, really, really, really, appreciate it.