A/N: Each chapter of this story will be "inspired" by a song, but WON'T include any of the actual lyrics. They'll be short; I'll warn you right now. And it'll probably be months before I update again, so just treat every chapter as a separate one-shot, seeing as how they're really not related (see summary). Each song will be credited, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

This chapter: "Hello, Goodbye" by the Beatles.

Hello, Goodbye

"You know Granger, if you spent as much time in front of a mirror as you do with your nose in a book you'd probably look less like a rabid cat."

Hermione looked up from her book. "And if you spent as much time on your studies as you do thinking up insults, you'd probably have a higher grade than me."

He scowled, leaning over her. "You filthy little-"

"What Malfoy?" she asked, her lips in a fake pout. "What am I, uh? Am I a Mudblood?" She stood up, the humor gone from her face. "Get a new insult. Goodbye," she said prissily, pushing past him.

"Hello," he called behind her.

She stopped and whirled around. "What?"

"I said hello."

"No–"

"Yes."

She furrowed her brows, wondering if he was playing some kind of joke. The look on his face was neutral, blank, showing no signs of emotion. Malfoy only had two faces: blank and angry.

He walked toward her, calmly, his hands in his pockets, and he smirked at her confused look. "Confused Mudblood?" he asked, his face close to hers.

"You're infuriating." Her tone of voice did not express her words.

"Thank you," he said, solemnly, his hand over his heart. "That's very kind of you to say."

At this, her brow furrowed deeper and she parted her lips in indignation. She opened her mouth to reply, but Draco spoke first.

"Oh, what's this?" He laughed lightly. "The Mudblood actually looks cute when she's mad."

Her cheeks were tinged pink, her lips were red, and her hair suddenly took on a wild look much more akin to fire (as opposed the I've-been-living-in-the-woods-for-ten-years-look). He was in a right mind to kiss her . . . . Actually, he was in the wrong mind, because his right mind never would have acted upon such an idea, which is what his body did a second later.

She pulled back, her back rigid and her eyes wide. Her hand flew to her lips, which were tingling.

Malfoy frowned. "Uh . . . That wasn't supposed to happen," he said, before walking out of their common room.

Malfoy is so infuriating, she thought, walking into her room. He'd say hello, just because I've said goodbye. He's . . . he's . . . he's a damn good kisser, she thought truthfully.

A damn good kisser . . . what was she thinking? Malfoy?

Ew.

Finis.