After trying to write a Hermione/Draco before I realised im not the type to write about the idealistic type of love, so here it is, my look at what falling in love is actually like. So basically NOT A CLICHÉ!

Chapter two: draco

I froze in the middle of our kiss. Did I just hear THE Hermione Granger do what I think I just heard her do? My face, that had been frozen solid, cracked into a wide grin, as Granger watched my face carefully.

I watched her face turn a Weasley shade of red. Hey she should of counted herself lucky, at least it didn't smell! I mean god she acted like she just flashed a teacher for crying out loud! Actually that would be pretty funny to see Snape's face if she did. Yeah, yeah. Especially if it was in the middle of potions or something, she'd just whip off her top and poing! Instant Snape heart attack! I wonder what her breasts really look like… oh crap im still grining at her like a mindless idiot…quick say something!

"Wow, Granger, you're the first girl I've don't that with that conbustes when they felt how big I was," I said laughing to myself. Why was that the only thing I could think of to say? Idiot.

"Oh fuck off Malfoy." Okay, I don't think I deserved that.

"Is this how you try and win all your dates over? Gas them so they pass out?" Okay now I felt a little bad cause she was looking a little hurt, but she did tell me to f off.

I watched her gather up her books off the table, stuff them into her brown school bag, swing it over her shoulder and storm out the door. Wow, girls are moody, they blame their periods or men, I just think they are crap excuses for avoiding the fact that all women are as mad as bloody hatters!

Hermione

Oh god, oh god. Why oh why did I do that? Its like my bodily functions are set to "Hermiones alone so let rip". Oh god, by tomorrow the whole school will know that im a farter! All the slytherins will blow rasberrys when I enter the room.

As I approached the Gryfindor common room, I could hear all the boys trapped in the common room, while all the girls partied in their dorms upstairs. I took a deep breath, whispered the password, and took a step inside. It was time for my very best friend. The one who had been there through every break up, every failure and every happy moment of my teenage life. Vodka. And the girls of course.

Draco

I stepped into Pansy's bedroom floor, my legs still shaky after an incredible orgasm. Yep, the whore of slytherin was certainly worthy of her title. I watched her roll over in her sleep to cover the warm space I had just left on her bed. God she had sex like a man, as soon as the orgasms were over it was out you go, she wanted to go to sleep, and in under 30 seconds she was doing just that. So this is how women feel.

I started to waddle towards my clothes, I was still a bit wet down there, as I stepped forward I felt my foot squelch on something slimy and my legs reach the air as my head smacked Pansy's bedside cabinet, knocking me out cold.

I had just slipped on my own bloody condom.