Draco shook his head to dismiss the last remark. He looked up into Hermione's eyes. Something happened that made Draco's heart begin to race and his stomach did a flip. He really did want to kiss her. He wanted to know what those lips tasted like. She always wore lip gloss. Not like how Pansy wore it. She wore gallons on her lips that made her look like she just had a snogging session with a slug. Hermione's didn't like anything like that.

"Draco?"

"Oh yes. Right."

"Think of a question yet?"

For the first time in Draco's life, he was stumped. He didn't know what to ask her. He leaned closer to Hermione. Soon, Draco found himself only inches from Hermione. He finally closed the space between the two of them. He took her chin in his hand and titled her head back and brought his lips to hers. When his lips met with Hermione's, something surged through his whole body. His stomach did another flip and his knees went shaky. It all felt so right to him, but also so wrong.

Hermione was getting impatient while Draco sat there and thought of a question to ask her. She noticed that every now and then, he would move closer and would run his hand through his hair. They were now inches apart. Hermione could feel Draco's minty breath on her face. His body heat penetrated off her. Then next move Draco took shocked both Hermione and himself. When she felt his lips on hers, she felt millions of butterflies flutter in her stomach. His hand searched the delicate skin on her face. His hands felt so warm against her cold skin. His other hand found its way to her free hand. Draco then closed his hand around hers. The kiss was so heated and filled with lots of passion. Hermione broke the kiss to catch her breath, but soon found her lips back on his. They were both so caught up in each other that they lost track of time. It was now Draco's turn to break for air. Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall.

"12:00!!!!!!! Crap!!!"

Draco looked from Hermione to the clock then back to Hermione. His eyes full of hurt and confusion.

"Oh, I'm sorry Draco. Its way past 11:00 and I should be getting back to my dorm. I need to finish packing my things for tomorrow. You know?"

"Oh, right. Well can I walk you back to your dorm?"

"Err…Sure."

They both walked out of the room. Draco locked the door and took his and Hermione's wand out of the box.

As they walked through the dark corridors, Hermione walked close to Draco. She didn't like the dark very much. There was a cracking noise that made Hermione jump and grab hold of Draco's arm. Draco smirked and took hold of he hand.

"Umm, Hermione. Whats wrong?"

Hermione blushed and noticed that she was being childish about it. It was just a noise. Not someone following her, or worse, stalking her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I heard something and I err.. Got a little scared."

"Oh, well its was probably just Peeves or something. Nothing to be worried about."

"..right."

They both walked back to the Common Room hand in hand.

"Fuzzy Peaches." Draco spoke the password loud and clearly.

Crazy Dumbledore and his passwords.

The portrait door swung open to reveal the beautifully colored Common Room. The colors of all four houses displayed around the room. it was a very comfortable place to be on a cold winter night. the fire burned brightly in the dark room. They walked up the flight of stairs that led to each one of their rooms and stopped in front of Hermione's door.

"Well. Thanks. I'll see you in the morning. Good night."

"Night Hermione."

She waited for Draco to walk away before she whispered her password.

"Endymion" Hermione loved her password. It meant Loved By the Moon in Latin. She slipped into her room and closed the door. She really didn't need to finish packing, for she finished last night. The kiss kind of scared her, so she lied and to leave so she didn't feel uncomfortable. It was very late. Actually, too late to be outside. She went to her large wooden dresser and retrieved her pajama's. A few minutes later, she slipped into her bed, under her silk covers. Shortly, Hermione feel asleep to dreams about Draco, leaving school tomorrow, the kiss, Draco, the homework she had to do and Draco.

"Serpente Morso"

Draco's door swung open and he slipped in and laid down on his bed. He stared up at the canopy about his head. All he could think about was Hermione and the kiss. Her lips were so soft against his. And her hands were so small and gentle. He reached up and touched his lips, wanting to taste Hermione's still on his. He soon fell asleep to thoughts of a bushy haired, know-it-all Gryffindor.

The next morning Hermione woke to the sin shinning in her eyes. When she went to bed last night, she didn't bother closing the curtains around her bed. She thought back to last night. She could still feel Draco's luscious lips against hers. The mere thought of him made her insides feel warm and tingly.
Draco woke up abruptly to the sound of his alarm clock going off. He was definitely not a morning person. He lazily rolled out of bed and shut his alarm clock off.

'The only good thing about being in the dungeons is that there are hardly any windows down here.'

"Thank God we don't have classes today! Maybe the old coot wasn't so bad after all."

Thank we don't have classes today! Maybe the old coot wasn't so bad after all."

Draco reached into his dresser and got a pair of muggle jeans and a muggle shirt. ( just because he was a Malfoy didn't mean that he couldn't wear muggle clothes. He actually kind of liked them a bit.) He then grabbed everything he needed and headed to the Prefects bathroom.

"Poppin Fresh."

Usually no one was in here this early in the morning. Especially today. But he knew of only one person that just might be up this early and be in the Prefects bathroom.

The door swung open and there stood a girl with bushy brown hair. Se stood there wearing nothing but a towel around her wet body. Obviously she had just taken a shower.

"Good Morning." Hermione spoke quietly.

"Morning." Draco wasn't fully awake and Hermione could tell.

"Are you going home for the break?"

"Uh, Yes. I think I need to spend time with mother. Ever since Lucius died, she's been a mess. Though she hated him for everything he did to us, he was still a very big part of our lives, but mostly hers."

"Oh. Right. Well I think it's a good idea to go home. He was your father in all."

She knew how Draco felt about his father. He hated him with a burning passion. Anyone would too, if they were beaten and hexed for doing wrong or not obeying his every command.

"What are you doing over the break?"

"I'm going to America to visit my cousin and my aunt and uncle. I'm only going for about a week or so though."

"Oh cool."

Hermione realized what she had on, or I should say what she didn't have on and turned a little red.

"Sorry, I should get going. I need to get dressed."

"Oh, you really don't. Its fine! I like this look on you."

Hermione blushed a violent red and smiled at him.

"Yeah, I know you would love to just stay here and stare at me with nothing but a towel on, but I really need to get dressed and get down to the great hall."

"Ok. Well if I don't talk you over the break, Happy Christmas and have a great time in America."

"Thanks. You too! I hope your mother is doing well."

And without another word from Draco, she walked off and went straight up to her room.

Cliff hanger. not really. but oh well. please R&R!!!!!!!!! and i am terribly sorry for not updating in such a long time! i love you all. and thanks for the review! i hope i can get more then like 2!!!!!!