A/N: I'm really happy to see that a lot of you enjoyed the make-out scene. I've never written anything like that before and I managed to surprise myself… a lot haha. I've already got ideas formulating for future steamy scenes, lol. By the way, Draco may have grey eyes but Tom Felton has blue. I know this fic is in the book section but I couldn't help but have Tom in mind, he is so gorgeous. Hope you don't mind J. This chapter ran kind of short, but I predict longer ones are in development. Please keep r&ring!

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Hermione collapsed into her bed. She couldn't believe herself. What had she just done?

She just had the most intensely erotic moment of her young adult life. With Draco Malfoy. And they didn't even really get to 2nd base.

She went to her dresser and took 3 valiums.

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Draco took the coldest shower he's ever taken. He needed to cool down. In a way Hermione was lucky, she had artificial peace of mind. Now it was Draco's turn to be confused.

No longer hot and bothered, he turned off the water and dripped into his room with a towel around his waist. He recalled the 1st time he saw her since last year, just a few weeks ago in the book store with Dumbledore. He hadn't ceased to think about her since, and his mind's attention to her has more then doubled since the Hogwart's Express just over 48 hours ago. In such a short time he's been through such a roller coaster with her. He hated her with the fire of a thousand suns one moment, and thought she was so beautiful that he could barely speak the next. He would admire her flawlessness and then in the next instant he'd be utterly disgusted by it. He wanted to hold her and destroy her. His insides battle against each other and he was so exhausted by it. One thing was for sure though, both sides wanted her. Being with a girl had never felt the way it had with Hermione. He never wanted anyone like he wanted her. Everything she did felt so good, it burned him.

He felt an intense ache when she left him there on the couch. When she made it clear she didn't want to be with him. What was this pain deep in his chest? Heartbreak?

'No way,' Draco thought, 'no way that mudblood is going to make me feel rejected! She's a filthy tease, that's all she is. If she thinks she's going to get away with this she's got another thing coming.'

But not even Draco completely believed his thoughts. His pride hurt and his heart ached, he didn't understand it. He barely knew Hermione. Just that she was smart and ambitious. 'And really brave,' he thought. Not even he could face Voldemort, and he wasn't even hated by Voldemort, unlike Potter and Potter's supporters. 'She's really loyal as well,' he went on, not many people would follow a friend into such dark situations, 'even if those friends are total losers…. Maybe I know her better then I think I do,' he decided. After all, he knew her well enough to know how to set things up just right enough to get a kiss. 'But it didn't work, it blew up in my face. I don't get why she'd lead me on like that.' Hermione didn't seem like the slutty type. 'Maybe she has everyone fooled,' he thought, trying to figure it out, 'or maybe she hates me and is just torturing me for fun, she's probably laughing her ass off right now.… But she really doesn't seem like a cruel person. Besides she didn't even know I wanted her till yesterday….ugh, I don't get it. She seemed liked she wanted it this time, in fact, I know she did. She was enjoying herself just as much as I was!'

Draco had never had girl problems before. A girl not crawling all over him was new concept for Draco, and because he is stubborn and bit on the arrogant side, he once again, got very angry. And just like always, he insisted on getting what he wanted. He recalled his earlier epiphany; he was still convinced his infatuation with her would end once he had had her completely, like it had with any other girl. And all though this infatuation was far more intense than any he had ever previously experienced, he was confident it would still hold true. He had had a sip of her but his thirst was no where near quenched. In fact, he was thirstier than ever. 'But how can I get her now?' he thought dreadfully. He honestly didn't understand why she left so suddenly.

Thinking about it only reminded him of how bad she had dissed him, leaving him there like that, looking like a fool. Such things do not sit well with a Malfoy. 'Next time," he thought evilly, 'she'll come to me. I WILL find a way to make that happen!'

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Finishing out the rest of the week proved to be very difficult. Hermione and Draco were very distant and avoided each other at all costs. Hermione woke earlier than usual to be sure not to run into Draco in the bathroom. Draco went to bed either right after dinner or way late into the night in order to not run into Hermione in the evenings. When they had to be in the same room during school though, it became a competition of who could pretend like the other wasn't there the most.

Hermione could've sworn she felt Draco's eyes on her but every time she'd check he'd be staring at the teacher. His face was blank and stern. He could feel her face on his. He avoided her gaze for as long as he could. He could only hope his ignoring her would bother her, which it did.

Hermione wished she could find the words to explain to Draco why she acted the way she did, but she didn't even know why. The truth was she felt really bad, and wanted to apologize, but she had no idea how he'd receive her. She got the impression he was hostile and wanted nothing to do with her.

Hermione was sneaking into her room one night, hoping to be unnoticed when she realized their project was still lying out on the table. Hermione picked it up and read the whole thing. It was amazingly well done. She couldn't believe Draco did it all in one night. 'He must be insanely smart,' she thought in awe. He never paid attention in class and he didn't worry nearly as much about homework as she did and yet he was still 2nd in rank. Hermione didn't think it was fair, yet at the same time she couldn't help but be impressed, and even a little happy for him. She picked up all the scatter materials and took the scrolls to Dumbledore.

"Excellent," Dumbledore cried when she handed it in. "This looks terrific." He said peering over the tip of his spectacles reading the introduction. "I'm glad to see you and Mr. Malfoy can work together and produce such a fine product." He said.

Hermione chuckled nervously, "Yeah," she responded, "we worked really hard."

"Not too hard I hope," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "Everything going well then?" he asked in maternal tone.

"Uhh…Yup." Hermione said quickly.

"Really," Dumbledore said kindly but skeptically. "Completely perfect? Nothing at all wrong?"

Hermione's conscience pleaded for her to take this chance to get some advice, but Hermione couldn't make herself do it. She chuckled nervously again. "Not that I can think of." She lied. She felt terrible.

"Well," Dumbledore said softly, "glad to hear it. You may go. But please feel free to voice any concerns you may have if you come across any." Hermione knew he could tell something was up, but she still couldn't bring herself to confess. Instead she said good night and walked glumly back to her room for yet another sleepless night that week.

It wasn't until Friday when she finally got him to look at her, and even then it was only for a second. His empty face met her earnest gaze. He looked at her unrelentingly for a few moments and subtly furrowed his brow. He looked down at his desk and didn't look at her again. Hermione could tell it was intentional. He looked deep in thought and agitated. He picked up his quill to pretend like he was busy, but really, he wasn't taking any notes. Absent mindedly he scribbled something about Hermione being beautiful, pretending to write down the wrist movement for a charm that was supposed to increase an object size by 50.

Hermione continued to watch him and couldn't understand the hostile feeling she felt when Pansy started leaning all over him and batting her eyelashes like an idiot. 'What the crap!' she thought, 'I'm envious of Pansy? Ugh! Why! This is getting ridiculous! When this end?'

In reality though, Hermione had nothing to worry about. Draco brushed off Pansy's obvious advancements all the time now and Hermione had nothing to do with it, he just couldn't stand Pansy anymore. She just didn't get that he didn't want to get back together, their relationship was a joke, and he only dated her because it's what Draco Malfoy's do. Now Draco didn't mind a slightly slutty girl in an open minded, adventurous, playful kind of way, but only as long as it was behind closed doors, but Pansy's blatant skankiness grossed him out. He'd matured since he was a womanizing 3rd year. He didn't really care about dating certain people just so the rest of the student body could have something to talk about. Draco enjoyed a challenge, and Pansy just wasn't it.

She was babbling something about studying together sometime; she needed a tutor in history. Draco made up some excuse about not having time and said she could borrow his head text book to shut her up and he slid it over to her. Pansy caught it and sat back in her chair pouting.

Hermione prayed that the weekend would be easier. Hermione would visit Gryffindor, visit Hagrid, or study in the library in order to avoid situations with Draco. She had no doubt he would be avoiding her too. She debated all week whether or not she should take that weekend as an opportunity to confront him then, after all they'd have to talk about it sooner or later, but she still put it off. 'It could be worse,' she thought, 'at least I don't have to put up with him being an ass since he's never around.'

But Hermione had to be honest with herself. The truth is she thought a lot about their short romp together. She seriously wondered if the constant crappy feeling that consumed her was heartache. 'Maybe I miss him,' she admitted, 'maybe I liked it….ugh! but it's so wrong! I can't like him.' She didn't want to know the answer, mostly because deep down she knew what it probably was. She began pacifying herself with Aterals.

In fact, when thoughts of him still continued to creep into her mind, she considered taking her second dose of that day, and it was only one in the afternoon. It was very lucky that Harry and Ron showed up right then and wanted her to join them in a quidditch game before they had their try-outs at five. They had promised her they'd teach her last year. She agreed to go and never got the chance to take more.

Thanks to them, Hermione genuinely got everything else off her mind and had a blast playing rough and dirty with her best friends. Turns out, she wasn't half bad. By the end of the 3rd quarter they stopped going easy on her because she'd scored 3 goals and whacked the snitch out it's track when Harry was about to get it. They were laughing and having a riot when a few others started showing up at the fields to get in a little practice before try-outs. Hermione stopped dead in her fly when she discovered Draco gearing up. He was in the stands with other Slytherin's putting on some pads, he was watching her. Hermione couldn't tell what he was thinking. He looked serious, but not mad, nor sad.

Suddenly she heard a whistle blow. One of the team captains wanted everyone who wasn't trying out off the field. Hermione spotted Lavender and Ginny and the Patil sisters waving to her frantically. She joined them in the stands to watch their friends warm-up. They wanted to know every little detail about what getting invited to play quidditch with the boys was like and they chatted excitedly.

Soon all the players on the field were doing laps and setting up plays. It was going to be a tough year, everyone was doing so great. Soon they were put on random teams and began battling intensely.

About 10 minutes into the game it was obvious Harry had spotted the snitch; he kicked in full power as he soared across the field. Hermione, who now had a better understanding of how excited Harry must be feeling, cheered wildly. Harry heard her cries from all the way up in the sky and he gave her a snap-thumbs up as he confidently neared the snitch to grab it. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, he was slammed into by another player, knocking him through the tallest quaffle post. If the small audience blinked they would've missed it. But Hermione saw the whole thing.

She didn't believe it was an accident for a second; Draco Malfoy did that on purpose. He faked concern as Madam Pomfrey rushed to where Harry had landed. Hermione stared him down, when he looked over to check to see if she was watching she knew he did it because of her. He smiled wickedly.

"What a fucking asshole!" she screamed. Ginny and Lavender were upset too but they were surprised by Hermione's loud and hateful yell.

"You little bitch." Hermione snarled, hoping Draco could read her lips as she shot him the meanest look.

'That's it,' she thought silently, 'I have to talk to him.'

It was time to be the mature civilized head girl she told herself she would be before she even got on the train. Hermione wasn't going to let Draco ruin her year with stupid awkward sexual tension and childish name calling. It's been days of this hell, and she had had enough. Torturing her was one thing, but hurting her friends was another. She would confront him that night.