Hey guys, sorry I took for ever with this chappie- its been done for ages but i had loads of work to do.

I just want to say sorry in advance if this next chapter offends anyone's-er-sensibilities. But, to me, at least, this seems the only plausible way for the things that happen to happen. Have I confused you all yet? Or is it just me? Anyway, read on and (hopefully) enjoy!

From Last Time:

Hermione lifted her head up quickly and it crashed into Malfoy's.

"Ouch!" Malfoy said rubbing his forehead in the same place Hermione was rubbing hers.

They both stopped moving and then, for some reason beyond her comprehension…

Slapping Never Felt So Good

SLAP
Hermione had slapped Malfoy again.

Now both of his cheeks were bright red.

Malfoy looked so angry he could slap her back, in fact, Hermione wouldn't put it past a git like Malfoy, when, for god knows what reason, Hermione pulled the front of his robes, pulling him down, and kissed him- hard.

When she released his robes she managed to slide out from underneath him and they both scrambled to their feet. Hermione moved closer to the fireplace and Malfoy retreated.

Both didn't know how to react to what had just happened.

Malfoy spoke first.

"You slapped me!" he said, temporarily forgetting to keep his voice down.

Typical, Hermione thought, was Malfoy so used to kissing girls that he was unaffected by what had just happened? Or was he just better at hiding his emotions than she was?

"Well, you deserved it", Hermione said, brushing her hair out of her face, not an easy task to do when you had her hair.

"You stupid mud--

"No, don't you dare! You, pretentious assh--

Malfoy and Hermione stood in front of each other, both spewing all the insults they could possibly think of at each other, straining to keep their voices down.

It was as though all of the mean things they had always wanted to say to each other and never could poured out of their mouths in one constant stream.

"you sl-"

"evil"

"bushy-haired"

"superior"

"annoying"

"dispassionate"

"know it all!"

Their faces were inches apart.

Two red patches had appeared on Hermione's cheeks, and her hair seemed to get bushier and bushier from the heat of the fire.

Malfoy's grey unfeeling eyes were now glinting like steel knives, and his cheeks still bore the marks of Hermione's slaps.

"I hate you" Malfoy spat.

"I hate you!" Hermione returned, giving him her most vicious look.

In the heat of their argument they pelted towards each other, Malfoy pulled Hermione's hair mercilessly as he brought her face to his again, Hermione scratched the back of his neck with her nails as she let him kiss her. Malfoy grabbed Hermione's waist, Hermione wrenched her hand harshly through Malfoy's perfectly combed hair, Malfoy bit Hermione's lip, Hermione tore at the sleeves of Malfoy's robes.

Each was no longer capable of controlling their animosity, they couldn't stop themselves. Such was the fine line between love and hate.

The grandfather clock in the Gryffindor common room rung once more to announce the advancing hour. This time, Hermione had other things on her mind.

Please don't be mad at me for my temporary absence or my artistic-er- liscence- i'd love to hear what you think!

Okay, well, I'll leave you to it. (Review please!)

xxx-Bexie1217