Draco/Hermione. Don't own anything. Please R&R! So how's that for an author's note?

----- Chapter 2: Defiance ----- (Hermione's POV)

"Yeah, Granger. It's me," he smirked.

I quickly recomposed my look of disbelief and put on a look of defiance, "How'd you get here?" What I was really thinking was, 'Man, he looks good.'

It was true. They both had changed. Hermione had filled out in all the right places and had trimmed her hair, with apparent straightening spells added. She was dressed in black cargo pants that were tight in all the right places, and some kind of shirt. It looked like a black sports-bra with a long-sleeved fishnet shirt sewn over it. Draco, on the other hand, had let his hair become unruly and had gone without gel that night, which looked perfect in the current setting. He was wearing ripped, torn, and faded jeans, and a tight muscle shirt that showed off all his hard work over the summer.

"I followed you and your friends here," he answered simply. He glared around at my group of friends, pausing on the one with bright pink, short cropped hair, obviously trying to decide whether it was a guy or girl. "What is this place anyways?" he sneered.

"It's a rave, Malfoy," I replied.

"I see." I could tell he was just buying time.

"Malfoy." I snapped my fingers in his direction to get his attention.

"What do you want, mudblood?" he asked cautiously.

"Wanna dance?" I asked coolly. The derogatory term didn't bother me a bit; I had grown quite used to it over so many years.

He seemed unnerved by my courage to even talk to a 'pureblood like him'. But he was on my turf now. And as if to match my wit, he said, "If you think you can take me."

-----tbc?-----

Thanks you guys for sticking with me! so, hey! I'll put up another chap tomorrow, 'kay?

Thank you for reviewing for those of you who had time to before I posted this chapter. I decided to do this in small doses. One-a-day. Like aspirin. Or closer together than needed, like aspirin... while babysitting.