Disclaimer: don't own the characters, just the plot, and some characters, such as Prof. Rosenthal, Phroupoeyz, and Raymond, but they don't come into play until much later.

A/N: I love all you reviewers, and this is the chapter with the steamy make out scene, so I hope you like. This was one of my favorite chapters to write, yea.

I have decided that this is either going to end up being a really long story, or a story in three parts. I haven't decided yet, but it's going to be long either way. I know it doesn't seem like it can be now, but I have already written chapter 24, I just haven't posted it yet, because I want some reviews. So review!

Enjoy!

Chapter 9

Bipolar and Cold Showers

After potions class, Hermione went straight to Ron. She wanted to talk to him about the bet, and she wanted to make sure he knew that it meant nothing to her, even though it did, just a little. But even though she enjoyed Draco's kisses, she was still in love with Ron, and she wanted to make sure that he knew that.

"Ron, will you just talk to me?" Ron was walking away. He didn't want to listen to anything that the lying whore had to say. "RON!"

"What?"

"Ron, I want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you, you cheated on me."

"I did not. It was a bet, a stupid bet that meant nothing to me."

"If it didn't mean anything to you, then why were you laughing at that arse during class."

"Because he made me laugh, what is so bad about laughing at something he has to say?"

"Because he is our worst enemy, Hermione."

"No, Ron, Voldemort is our worst enemy." Ron shuddered at the name.

"Don't say his name," he said.

"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself," Hermione recited.

"Don't use that line on me Hermione."

"Then don't feel so scared to say his name. If we are ever going to defeat him, then you are going to have to get over the fear of his name."

"Hermione, I don't want to talk about that right now."

"I know. We got off subject. I was not cheating on you."

"Yes you were. You snogged Malfoy. Of all people, couldn't you have picked someone a little better than him?"

"Ron, it was a bet."

"I don't care Hermione, I don't like the fact, and I don't want you to ever do it again."

"I have to."

"What?"

"I have to, the bet was for the whole week. I have to kiss him once a day, for the whole week that he is nice to us."

"Why did you make that bet?"

"I told you, I thought I was in the right bathroom."

"Hermione, I just…don't want to talk to you."

"Well, I want to talk to you, and if you cant get over some little fight, then there is no way that we can be together, if you don't even listen to what I'm trying to tell you. I love you, Ron, I don't love Malfoy."

"I love you, too."

"Then please hear me out."

"I have."

"Then why can't you understand that it meant nothing to me?"

"Because I don't like the fact that my girlfriend is kissing Draco Malfoy."

"I'm sorry Ron, but I have to, just like he has to be nice to us for the rest of the week."

"I don't see how he can be nice to us."

"Well, he was being nice, that's why I was laughing at him. It's so hard for him to be nice to us, that it was funny watching him," she lied.

"Whatever. Let's just go back to the common room. I need help with my homework."

"Okay."

And with that they left, walking down the corridor. Ron was still mad, but he could forgive her for now. Hermione was just happy that she had convinced him. Draco, who was listening to the whole conversation from a corner, knew that she was lying her little heart out to her boyfriend, and soon they would be over. Soon he would win his bet.

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While they were still in class, Hermione and Draco had decided that they were going to meet in the bathroom at midnight. And then he would have his next two-minute kiss. But Draco decided that it was not going to be just two minutes, he had to get her to fall in love with him, how was he going to do that with only seven two-minute kisses. It was not enough, even for Draco Malfoy. He was going to have to make her want him so bad that she wouldn't leave him, and maybe even let him go a little further than a kiss.

When midnight rolled around, Hermione left Ron, who was lying on the couch in the common room, asleep. She ran upstairs and grabbed her shower bag, just incase she got caught be a teacher, then she could say that she had been having a bad dream and desperately needed a shower.

She left the common room and walked out of the portrait. Ron, only pretending to be asleep, watched her happily leave. This made him sick; knowing that she lied when she said it meant nothing. He was going to wait for her, just to see how she felt when she got back.

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"I thought you weren't going to come," Hermione heard when she walked in the bathroom.

"Why wouldn't I come, plus I'm only two minutes late."

"I thought the Weasel would have gotten to you and told you not to come."

"Even if he had, I still would've come, he's not the boss of me."

"Ah, so are you going to take a shower?" He nodded at her bag.

"No, I just brought this in case."

"I see, so are we going to get this over with?"

"Why do you want to get it over with?"

"Because, amazingly enough, I'm sort of tired."

"So, all that talk in potions and now you just want to get it over with?"

"Yeah, I sort of do."

"Why are you so bipolar."

"I'm not bipolar."

"Yes you are, you're just in denial."

"I'm not in denial."

"Yes you are, you're in denial about being in denial."

"Can we just…"

"Well, I don't know if I want to kiss you now, you're being an ass."

"Well, you have to kiss me, because otherwise you break our bet."

"And what happens if I don't kiss you?"

"Then I get to handcuff you to my bed and do whatever I want to you," Draco smirked.

"Ugh, no, I'll kiss you."

"You're saying that you think it wouldn't be nice for you to be handcuffed to my bed?"

"No. I don't want to be handcuffed to anyone's bed."

"Fine, then kiss me."

"Fine," she said as she hesitantly approached him. She wasn't sure what was wrong with him. He was acting so weird. He had said that he wanted to kiss her again in potions, and now he was acting like the thought of it is repulsive.

"Now or never, Granger."

She put her arms slowly around his neck, pulling him down to her lips, and softly touched them to his.

Draco was in heaven, he had wanted this to happen again, but he couldn't let it get to him, he was only doing this for a bet, and he was getting too much into it. He didn't like that she was making him feel something for her.

Draco slowly grabbed her waist, he then he suddenly lifted her up so that she had to wrap her legs around his waist. Then he pushed her against the wall. Now that they were the same height, it was easier for him to kiss her. He was at least 9 inches taller than her and it hurt his neck to bend down like that.

Hermione was surprised when he lifted her up, but out of instinct she wrapped her legs around his waist. When he pushed her up against the wall, she couldn't help but feel that it was probably the most comfortable that she had ever been. It only made her kiss him harder and deeper, making them both moan.

Draco let his tongue explore her mouth, every curve and point of her smooth teeth, the wonderful taste of her mouth, the way she moaned when his tongue would reach the roof of her mouth. It felt so good; he didn't want to ever stop. He didn't know that just kissing could do so much to him, his emotions and his body.

When the two minutes was up, Hermione tried to pull away, but Draco was still holding her against the wall. Since she stopped kissing him, he started moving his kissing down her neck; he wanted to taste more of her.

"Draco, two minutes is up," Hermione said breathlessly, but was still enjoying the feeling of Draco's hot lips on her neck. Draco didn't answer but continued his mission. As his mouth went down, his hands went further up, until they rested on her bum. This surprised Hermione.

"Draco, please stop," Hermione said as she noticed where his hands had gone.

"I don't want to," he said in a childish voice, bringing his head up from her chest, where it had been, and trying to kiss her lips again.

"Please Draco, I have to go back now," she said, pulling away from his attempt to kiss her again.

Draco groaned as another attempt to tell her that he didn't want to stop.

"Please?" Hermione asked again, and Draco let her down regretfully. "I'm sorry, I just…"

"I understand. I was a little forward."

"Its okay, it felt nice. I just don't want to go further than kissing for now."

"Okay, can I have another kiss then?"

"I don't know if I should let you," Hermione giggled.

"Please?"

"Are you, Draco Malfoy, asking me for another kiss?"

"Yes, I am," he said with a trademark smirk.

"Well, since you asked so nicely, then…yes," Hermione said as she pulled Draco back down for another kiss. After another minute or so of tongue wars, they pulled away.

"Why do I like kissing you so much?" Hermione sort of asked herself.

"I don't know. Why do I like kissing you so much?" Draco answered.

"I don't know. Why do we have to be worst enemies, and why did you have to come around after I got together with Ron? And why do you have to be so perfect, and why did this have to happen now, and why-" But Draco stopped her mouth with his thumb, putting his fingers under her chin and pushing her face up to his.

"Too many questions. My second-in-the-class brain is too small," he said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry. I just…are we really enemies anymore? Or when this bet is done, are you going to go back to being the annoying ferret that you were before?" she asked through his thumb.

"I'm not sure yet. I may be nice to you, depending. But don't even think that I am ever going to be nice to Potter and Weasley, I don't trust them."

"I guess that's enough for now then. I really have to go now though."

"Okay, a goodnight kiss then?"

"Fine," Hermione said as she gave him a peck on the cheek and left the bathroom.

She walked back to her dormitory feeling very good.

Draco on the other hand, felt horrible. He wanted more, he wanted to have her. But she had said no, and he respected that. He also thought that that was the first time a girl had ever said no to him. He sort of liked it, but didn't at the same time.

He decided that since he was there, he might as well take the cold shower that he definitely needed.

Love and Lemons my sweets!

Brittany