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-Chickadee91

Neither Draco nor Hermione moved from the spot where Dumbledore left them. They exchanged awkward glances, before quickly looking away. Hermione sighed to herself

Okay. If we are going to be stuck in this common room together for the rest of the year, I might as well start things off right.

"So…" Hermione began slowly. Draco looked up. His eyes sparkled at her. "We might was well go see our rooms."

Draco nodded in agreement, and together they climbed the stairs to their rooms. They walked to the first door, and Draco turned the shiny brass knob.

The whole room was cloaked in shades of green and black. It was large, with a king-sized bed against the back wall, and covered in a green comforter. The furniture was painted black, with green knobs and curtains.

"That would be my room." Draco stated walking in.

Fits him perfectly.

Hermione turned and walked to the next room. She opened the door to find a Queen size bed and a room covered in red and gold.

Shocker.

Hermione saw her trunk in the corner of the room, and hauled it on her bed. She unlocked it, and began to put all of her things in her dresser. Her dresser was painted a golden yellow with red handles on the drawers. Over it was a large oval mirror.

Hermione was folding her clothes, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Hermione said automatically.

The door opened and Draco walked in her room.

"I had to make sure you weren't changing or something." Draco said looking around her room. "I'm tired of walking in on you almost..." Suddenly Draco's eyes froze on something on her bed. Hermione looked down and realized what he was staring at. One of Hermione's red thongs was lying on top of her dress robes.

"Nice," Draco smirked at her. "You weren't wearing those in the dressing room. I didn't know you even owned anything sexy…"

Hermione glared at him, blushing furiously, then snatched them off the pile of robes. Draco laughed. "It's not like you've ever had anyone to wear them for anyway…"

"Excuse me?" asked Hermione, her face returning to its normal color. "Just because you don't hear about my love life doesn't mean I don't have one."

"Oh yeah, Granger?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow. "How many men have you been with?"

"Lots! I dated Victor Krum last year and…."

"No Granger." Draco interrupted. "I mean been with as in slept with."

Hermione paused.

"I…Why should I tell you?" she asked, her face reddening again. Draco resumed his sly smirk.

"You haven't been with anyone have you?" he more stated than asked.

What should I say? Should I lie or just tell him the truth?

"I…well…" she stammered. "It's…none of your business!" She yelled at him.

Draco shook his head slowly.

"Pathetic…" he nodded.

Hermione's eyes narrowed at him.

"You call me pathetic?" she snarled at him. "Who have you been with?"

Draco opened his mouth to reply.

"Other then that slut Pansy."

Draco fell silent for a moment.

"I never slept with Pansy." He whispered angrily. Hermione's anger turned to shock.

"You haven't?"

"No," he replied. "We aren't sleeping together. We never have, and we never will. We've never even dated."

Hermione scoffed at him.

"If you aren't even dating, then why are you always hanging around her?"

"I'm not! She hangs around me! To tell you the truth, I hate her!" Draco yelled. "She's stupid and annoying, and the next time she calls me Drakey Poo I'm going to hex her!"

A small smile crawled across Hermione's face. She'd never seen him get this angry at someone besides herself or her friends.

"Are you really serious?" she asked. "You really don't like her?"

"NO!" Draco yelled seeming exasperated. "I can't stand her."

Hermione smiled at him.

"I knew you couldn't be all bad." She replied. Draco just stared at her. "So if you haven't slept with Pansy, how many people have you slept with?"

Draco stared at her for a moment, then sighed.

"One."

"Just one?"

"Just one."

Hermione paused for a second.

"Who was it?" she asked quietly.

Draco paused for a moment. Hermione thought she could see his face turn a bit pink.

"It's embarrassing." He stammered.

"Tell me." Hermione replied determinedly. Draco sighed. He could see there was no use in arguing. She'd get it out of him sometime.

"Millicent Bulstrode." He almost grumbled.

Hermione froze. Her mouth dropped open.

What!

"Millicent Bulstrode!" Hermione yelled. "MILLICENT BULSTRODE!"

"Shh!" hushed Draco, looking around as if someone might be listening.

"When did you sleep with Millicent?" asked Hermione, still in shock.

"It was over two years ago!" exclaimed Draco. "There was a party, and we saw each other there." Hermione continued to stare at him disgustedly.

"We were both drunk!" he yelled.

Suddenly, Hermione saw the humor in the whole thing and started to giggle. Pretty soon she was rolling with laughter. She was laughing so hard, that she began to lose her balance and started falling backwards on her bed.

Hermione gasped and tried to hold on to something stable. She accidentally grabbed the front of Draco's robes, and started to pull him down with her.

In the end, Hermione landed face-up on the bed, with Draco directly on top of her.

Hermione immediately stopped laughing. She stared up at Draco, whose nose was almost touching hers. His blonde hair had fallen over one of his silver eyes, and the other one sparkled in hers.

"M…Malfoy," Hermione stammered in a whisper. His eyes sparkled brighter.

Suddenly, she felt him move a tiny bit closer. Without thinking, she did the same. Their noses brushed together for a moment. His eyes sparkled brighter and she could feel his warm breath mixing with hers.

Hermione saw Draco begin to close his eyes, and she did the same. They moved closer and closer until they finally met.

Hermione felt Draco's warm lips brush against hers. The kiss was light, but it was enough to feel sparks and fireworks exploding inside her. It was nothing at all like the forced emotionless kisses in the dressing room. This time, it was real.

The surprise of the kiss, pulled them apart. Their noses were still inches apart, and they stared at each other almost in a state of shock.

What did you do Hermione? You kissed Draco Malfoy! The boy who's been your worst enemy for six years. The boy who held you down in the dressing room to save his own skin. The boy who left his bags on you and expected you to carry them. The boy who…

Hermione suddenly felt her thoughts disappear and crawl to the back of her mind.

Actually… you know what? Right now, I don't care…

Hermione felt her heart flutter when Draco moved in again. The slight hesitation was gone, and everything else that was happening in their lives evaporated on the spot.

Right now, It's just me and him.

Their lips touched again, and Hermione thought she would melt. More sparks flew through her. She felt as if her soul had caught on fire, and she never wanted to put it out.

The loud hoot of an owl, pulled them apart. They turned their heads to see the large tawny owl perched on the corner of the dresser, with an envelope in its mouth.

Hermione could tell Draco was thinking the same thing she was.

Damn owl…

She almost thought she saw sorrow in Draco's eyes as he pulled himself off of her. Hermione sat up on the bed and watched as he approached the owl.

Draco carefully took the envelope and the large owl cooed sweetly at him.

He turned it over and noticed the seal on the back. Draco froze. Hermione could saw his face going white.

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"It's…" stammered Draco. "It's from my father."

You guys didn't forget about Lucius and Draco's problems now did you? Well, it's not over. I just thought I'd give you people a little bit of fluff before I got into it. ) I hope you liked this chapter! Love to all!