A/N: In the first chapter, I had a typo. It said that the password to the Head's room was "Delconum petrokis dragon", but it was supposed to say, "Delconum petrokis drafon". Sorry about that.

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Chapter 3…

"Mr. Malfoy, are you paying attention?" Professor McGonagall asked. Draco continued staring. "Mr. Malfoy!" she yelled. Draco's head shot around.

"Yes, Professor?" he stuttered. Professor McGonagall glared at him. Draco put on his most innocent face.

"Make sure that you're paying attention, Mr. Malfoy," she grimly reminded him. Draco smiled ingenuously.

"Of course, Professor McGonagall," he said. Professor McGonagall walked up back to the front of the classroom, and Draco returned his attention to Hermione. He stared at the back of her head, at her long, flowing brown hair that matched her eyes.

When Professor McGonagall finally dismissed them, he was relieved that classes were over for the day. Draco slowly headed back to the Head's room, when he realized that he didn't remember the password. He dumbly stood in front of the portrait of a lion and a snake.

"Password?" the lion asked kindly. The snake hissed, flickering it's shiny, pink tongue.

"Oh, shut up. He obviously doesn't remember the password," the snake barked, so loudly that Draco jumped slightly. The lion pawed to ground and let out a tsk.

"Can't you let me in? You recognize me, don't you?" Draco persuaded, frustrated. The lion shook it's head majestically. It's mane gracefully flew out into the air.

"Sorry, mister. Dumbledore's orders. After what happened with Sirius Black in your third year, he won't allow it," the lion apologized. Draco let out a large groan and tugged gently at his hair.

"Forgotten the password, have you?" a voice said from behind him. Draco turned around and saw Hermione, a smirk plastered on her face.

"Well, if somebody hadn't come up with such a long, complicated one, this wouldn't have happened. 'Pureblood' is short and simple," Draco declared. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You're lucky that I'm here, Malfoy," she said. "I'll let you slide this time. The password is 'Delconum petrokis drafon'." The portrait was cut into half and slid to the side, so that the lion's half was on the left and the snake's half was on the right.

"Uhh… thanks," Draco mumbled. He stumbled into the room, leaving a stunned Hermione behind. Did Malfoy just apologize to me? She shook her head to clear her thoughts and sauntered into the room after him. Plopping down on the couch, so let out a sigh. All the thoughts of earlier that day came rushing back to her, like a flow of blood to your head when you're hanging upside down.

There was Malfoy, sitting with me, being sympathetic… There was Malfoy and me, kissing… And then, I broke it and left…God, why did I leave? That was one of the best experiences I ever had…

Hermione shut her eyes and leaned back. It felt good to just relax. All the thought whirled around in her head. When she opened her eyes, she found Draco sitting there, sneering. Hermione groaned, got up and left.

Draco Malfoy got up and headed to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, he put on his clothes. Draco absent mindedly sprayed on some cologne, finding it rather hot in that bathroom. He tore off his shirt and carelessly threw it to the side. Pulling out a comb, he neatly arranged his hair.

The next minute, he heard the door open. Spinning around, he saw Hermione standing there, shocked.

Hermione, humming to herself, opened the door to the bathroom, ready to take a shower. To her surprise, she found Draco standing there, combing his hair, wearing no shirt.

It took a while before the gathered their senses. "Couldn't stay away from me, huh, Granger?" Draco teased. Hermione kept staring at his tanned, muscular body. "Granger? Are you awake?" Draco inquired, raising an eyebrow. Hermione blinked. "What the hell are you staring at, Granger?" he demanded. Slowly, he sauntered over to her and bent down slightly, for he was a good two inches taller than her. Looking into her eyes, he found no response. Draco found he couldn't resist. Sighing, he leaned in and kissed her. To his surprise, Hermione responded. She put her fingers in his hair and pulled loosely at the ends. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her neck, drawing her closer.

"Draco…" she mumbled. Draco could feel her warm breath against his mouth. It was turning him on. "Draco, don't stop…" she moaned as Draco began sucking on her neck. He loved the way she called his name, instead of the usual "Malfoy" which was dripping with anger. Her fingers moved down to his body. She began to rub his smooth skin, feeling all his muscles. Suddenly, she jerkily pulled away. "What are you doing, you moron?!" she yelled, backing away.

Draco tried to catch his breath. Hermione glared at him before running out of the bathroom. Draco slumped to the floor.

Draco sat on the couch, thinking. He thought about him, kissing Hermione. Her lips were cool and tangy. Lord, we make the perfect match. Why can't she see that? Draco couldn't deny it now. He really was in love with Hermione, as much as he hated to admit it.

His eyelids were drooping slightly, when a yelp interrupted his thoughts. It was coming from Hermione's room. His eyes shot open, and he burst through the door. Hermione was standing next to her suitcase, her hand dripping with blood. Draco immediately pulled out his wand.

"This will sting, but the pain will soon go away," Draco calmly told her. He held the wand over her blood hand. "Eljorkis banharis," he muttered. The blood disappeared, leaving several large and severe cuts. "Ugh. What happened, Granger?" Draco asked.

"I smashed my mirror. It was an accident. Well, sort of an accident. I just kinda lost it for a second…" Hermione mumbled, suffering a lot of pain. Draco took her hand.

"Jaffer morgunfy," he muttered, and the cuts slowly faded away. Hermione noticed that Draco was still holding her hand.

"Umm… thanks…" she hesitantly said. Draco nodded. Jeez, he's not being a git right now. Hermione stared at Draco.

"What? What are you staring at Her- Granger?" Draco asked. Oh sheesh, I almost called her Hermione! Hermione shook her head and looked away.

"Nothing…" Draco subconsciously moved a little closer, but Hermione noticed. She squirmed uncomfortably.

"Well, we better get to the Great Hall if we want to get there in time for dinner," Draco declared. He finally let go of Hermione's hand. "Come on…"

Draco opened the door for Hermione. Why is he acting like a gentleman? Hermione flashed him a smile as she stepped outside. Draco nearly melted.

"Hermione!" a voice called out. Hermione spun around and waved at Harry and Ron, who were waiting for her.

"Umm… I got to go, Draco," she said as Draco rolled his eyes in disgust. Why am I telling Draco – I mean Malfoy, that? It's not like he cares. Hermione rushed over to her friends.

"See you later, Her-… Granger," he said, turning back to his snobby, arrogant self. Hermione sighed. Who am I kidding? Draco Malfoy could never be nice.

A/N: Sorry to cut it off right there, but I wanted to get this chapter out and I'm still planning the next part. What do you think should happen? Review and tell me!