A/n: Somepeople thought it was over. Ha, are you wrong. hehehehe. You're all stuck with me for a while longer.

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A while later, Hermione exited the broom closet and smoothed her hair down. She pulled out a compact mirror and applied gloss to her swollen lips, trying to disguise what she had been doing since she reentered Hogwarts, because Hermione Granger did not do things like she had just done. Hermione Granger did not make out in broom closets, and she certainly never let Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God, seduce her.

I guess she does now, thought the little delinquent herself.

She walked back into the Great Hall and found Harry and Ron, realizing that she needed to talk to someone. If she sat still, she felt regrets rising.

"Where were you, Mi?" asked Harry. "You've been gone for a long time."

"Nowhere, really," she said, groaning. "I need a drink." She stalked over to the bar, grabbed a butterbeer, and downed it. "That feels so much better."

"Is anything wrong?" asked Ron.

"No. I'm spiffing," she saw Malfoy walk in the door and a pained look flitted across her expression. "Want to dance."

"Why?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Because I'm secretly in love with you. Come on, Ron. Its one dance. We're friends. It won't kill you."

Ron was a bad choice of partner because he never spoke. He preferred concentrating on the steps and speaking with his body. He was a good dancer, but it left Hermione with too much time to think.

I shouldn't have done that. I really shouldn't have done that.

Live a little. It was only a snog.

With Malfoy. My worst enemy. He probably recorded it for blackmail.

No one will ever know and you'll never see him again. Why would he black mail you? Look, you'll never have to think about it. So relax, have a good time. Do it aga-

No.

Just kidding.

No you weren't.

No I wasn't.

There was a long pause while Hermione thought Not that he was a bad kisser. Quite the contrary, as a matter of fact.

Her other subconscious just grinned.

I did not just say that. I'm never going to see him again. I'm never going to see him again. I'm never going to see him again.

You so want too.

Oh, you read my mind, she said sarcastically.

I am you mind.

Dammit.

- -

Draco was thinking also thinking about his most recent snogging partner, but was certainly not trying as hard to forget about her.

"Professor Snape?" Where's Hermione? he thought. She is bloody fantastic.

"Yes Draco?"

"I need you to write a job recommendation for me."

Snape looked disapprovingly at him. "I'm must admit my surprise that a man of your name needs a recommendation."

"Not everyone is impressed with the name Malfoy, sir," he said as he absentmindedly let his eyes follow Hermione around the room as she danced with Ron. "Besides, it's only a formality, I've practically been guaranteed the position."

Man is she good. I shouldn't be thinking this. I do not like her. She's beautiful. No. She's hot, not beautiful. Beautiful means you're attatched, hot means you appreciate your body. I do not like her. I swear.

You mean you shouldn't like her, but you kind of do.

Yes, that must be it.

I knew it.

SARCASAM! Merlin, you're crazy. Besides, I don't like her, but I love the way she kisses.

The other side of his mind conceded. Seems fair enough. Same with everyone else you've dated.

Draco realized that Snape was speaking to him. "I'm sorry, sir?"

"I asked where you were applying to, Draco."

"Oh," he said, tearing his thoughts away from his latest girl. "The TCRs. You know, the Bureau of Transfiguration and Charm Regulation."

"Policing?" sneered Snape, but Draco didn't hear him. He was listening to the shriek behind him. He turned, smirking, to see Hermione falling, with Weasley reaching for her, but obviously missing.

He caught her and righted her. "Have a nice trip, Granger?" he smirked before rounding on her friend. "Good Merlin Weasel, how did you ever maintain a position as keeper on the Griffindor team?" Draco turned back to Snape whistling "Weasley is our king." One thing made puzzled him, though, the look on Granger's face. She looked like she'd licked too many pus pops. What's eating her? She's just snogged me, for Merlin's sake.

He smirked as he heard her curse as she walked away. Just because she's an amazing snogger doesn't mean that anything that upsets her isn't amusing anymore.

- - -

"Ron! Did you hear that?" Hermione was storming off to find Harry. "Oh, shit!"

"What Mione?"

"Where he's going to work! And he'll be hired. Who wouldn't hire a man with a that last name?" She had been dancing behind Draco as he had revealed the sight of his future employment.

"What are you going on about?"

"Ron! Malfoy's applying for a job in the Bureau of Transfiguration and Charm Regulations."

"And?"

"The TCRS? Ron, that's where I work! Me! And I was never going to see him again." She said the last part quietly, and needless to say, it was the most frustrating statement of all. "That's not even the worst! I'm with out a partner, and shit! He'll probably become my new one. There weren't any other apps."

"Serves you bloody coppers right," muttered Ron.

"Excuse me?"

"You should've been an auror, Mione. Merlin knows you could've passed the exams. And then you could've arrested the Death Eater rather than working with him."

She considered this, and then said quietly, "I don't think he's a Death Eater, Ron. And besides, I love my job. But you never know, I might be studying for those auror exams soon. Oh Merlin, how could this happen? I was never going to see him again." She blushed as she saw Ron, having forgotten he was there. "How much did you hear?"

"Everything. I've been here the whole time. Mione, did… did Malfoy do something to you?"

She laughed at the look on his face. "No! Don't be dense, Ron! But he is Malfoy. Isn't that enough of a reason to not want to work with him?" Besides, how do you know I wouldn't say know if he wanted to 'do something to me,' said the gloaty side of her mind. I still can't believe he chose to snog me of all people. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

"Oh, shove it," she murmered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Look, Ron, I need to go. It was a nice night." She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared into the crowd.

Hermione had a horrid feeling that she was being watched, which she was (by guess who). So she went to the Three Broomsticks, bought a six-pack of firewhiskey to ward off the feeling, and apparated home.