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IV

For the first few seconds Hermoine was in a state of complete shock. This was quickly followed by anger and want. The next thing Hermoine knew she was readily responding to the kiss as her mind struggled to catch up with the latest turn of events.

After what seemed like years, but was really only a mere minute, Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she instantly pushed Draco away from her.

"What?" demanded the white haired teen in surprise.

"What was that for?" snapped Hermoine shrilly. Draco Malfoy had just kissed her…now she was fraternizing with the enemy. Harry and Ron were going to kill her.

"Don't freak out on me. Now you can't ruin my reputation. I have kissed a girl," replied Draco smugly.

Hermoine gave him an incredulous look. "You're joking, right? Kissing me doesn't help your reputation, Malfoy—it ruins it."

"But you're a girl—you are a girl aren't you?"

"Of course I'm a girl, you nitwit. But I'm the enemy. I'm best friends with Harry and Ron—I'm a mudblood! You've just turned yourself into a hypocrite!"

"Oh." Realization dawned on Draco like ice water. He opened his mouth to say something witty and just as quickly he shut it up again. If word got around about this people would laugh at him. Worse, his father might actually have a heart attack…but that really didn't sound like a bad idea. And if that happened he wouldn't have to worry about acting like a Malfoy every day. With all honesty, keeping up his act as the greatest thing to ever hit Hogwarts did get tiresome. Why couldn't he just be normal? Why did he have to do everything he was told by his family—they hadn't advanced very far as result of their crude behaviors.

"Now I'm going to have to sanitize my lips," muttered Hermoine to herself. She was wiping the back of her hands across her lips in hopes that she might get rid of the warm feeling she had gotten from the kiss.

"You know what this means don't you?" asked Draco after a while. He had finally settled on a new course of action, and there was only one way to go about it.

"What?" Hermoine glanced over at Draco who seemed to have a sneaky look on his face.

"You're my girlfriend."

"I'm what?"

"My girlfriend. As of this moment we are an official couple."

"Are you feeling okay? Because I thought you just told me that I was your girlfriend."

"You are," answered Draco smoothly. "It's a romantic story. The girls will fawn over how we got together while guys will rush about trying to lock themselves in a closet with an unsuspecting girl. We'll be the talk of the school. Rita Skeeter might even do a story on us. Wait till my father hears about this—he'll never leave St. Mungo's!"

"But I—I can't be your girlfriend!" protested Hermoine wildly.

"And why not?"

"Because we're enemies!"

"A minor detail."

"One kiss doesn't make us boyfriend and girlfriend, Malfoy. That isn't how it works!"

"Do you think we should sit together for meals? Pansy wouldn't like you sitting at our table…I'll just have to sit with you then. Crabbe and Goyle can join me, that way I'll still keep my status." Draco rattled off as Hermoine stared at him in horror. "We'll have to hold hands more often. And no more trying to hex me. It wouldn't do for my girlfriend to constantly be waving a wand in my face.

"Obviously we'll have to go to Hogsmeade together. Potter and that Weasel will have to learn to behave when I'm around. They can't try and kill me off either. I should get my picture taken shaking Weasel's hand! That'll send my dad over the edge. I should probably stop calling you mudblood…I'll definitely have to work on that one."

"You're mental! You're bloody mental!" said Hermoine shaking her head in disbelief.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You're going to have to work on that attitude of yours. If you're my girlfriend, Granger, then you have to act like you care about me. Who ever heard of two people going out and not liking each other?"

"Ever heard of arranged marriages?"

"Brilliant! I can propose to you in front of my father! I'll invite him down for a visit and then pop the question! That way I'll be able see him drop to the ground clutching his heart. Oh, you really are the smartest witch for your age. Great idea, Granger."

"Malfoy, I'm not going to be your girlfriend. I don't like you. I want nothing to do with you. No, that's not true—I want to throw you off the nearest bridge and watch you flap your arms around before plunging to your death!" Hermione's eyes seemed to brighten at the idea.

Draco frowned. "You've been thinking a lot about that haven't you?"

"Only since the moment I met you," agreed Hermoine sheepishly.

"Right. Well, stop trying to kill me off and put your pretty little head to better use. Come up with more things we can do as a couple," returned Draco shaking his head.

"But I just told you that I didn't want to be your girlfriend."

"You'll change your mind. We have until someone comes to let us out. That could be a while you know. So if I were you I'd get used to the idea of us being a couple. I'm not leaving this closet until you agree to be my girlfriend."

"Then get comfortable," murmured Hermoine. "Because you're going to spend the rest of your life in here."

"Just as long as you're here with me, I don't care. Now, do you want a diamond or ruby for your engagement ring?" questioned Draco seriously.

A/N—Another chapter for your enjoyment. Thanks for all the great reviews!