A heat for a heart chapter 2 "So long and goodnight"

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!

Hermione guessed that the heads room was the only place in all of Hogwarts that was compatible with muggle electronics, for there was a TV, VHS/DVD player and a CD player sitting on an entertainment center in her room. This was all the better for her so she popped in a mix CD and blasted the music.

Feeling much better once the CD had ended she headed to take a shower. However when she opened the door she saw Draco standing at the sink on his side of the bathroom, putting away his toothbrush, wearing nothing but a pair of silver boxers.

"You mind, you bitch," said Draco coldly as he leaned against his sink, arms folded across his chest, "I'm in here."

"Well sorry but I need to use this bathroom too so shove off."

"Why don't you?"

"Whatever happened to ladies first?"

"You don't qualify as that. You're nothing but a filthy, little Mudblood. Just that and nothing more."

Hermione just stared at Malfoy tears filling her eyes and anger flowing throw her veins like boiling water. 'How could I ever like this maggot! He's heartless. Soulless. How could I ever think he could be different?'

"Shut you're mouth you maggot," Hermione screamed as she ran out of the bathroom and back into her room, tears flowing down her face. She slammed the door shut, shaking the wall, and fell onto her bed crying furiously.

"Tat son of a bitch! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!"

Draco smiled as Hermione slammed the door shut. He felt proud as he always did when he insulted her. Though this time he felt some guilt in his gut. Why he didn't know. Draco shoved it aside and went to his room where he decided to try some of those electronic things.

Hermione still laid on her bed, tears falling slowly down her face even though she had stopped crying. Why she had even cried over Malfoy was beyond her. 'He's such a stupid git. Why did I even waist me time thinking of him? He's still the foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach that he was back in our third year. Guess he'll never change. Nor am I going to wait around for something that will never happen anyway. He's just not worth it.'

Deciding that it was safe to go back into the bathroom and finding it vacant, she took her long awaited shower in peace.

Draco found the TV really rather interesting as he changed from station to another, show to show. However even the entertaining images that appeared on the screen couldn't rip his mind from the kiss that Hermione had given him earlier that day on the train.

It wasn't that it was a bad kiss. Rather it was really good. But the problem was that it was Hermione Granger who had initiated the kiss. Had it been anyone else he would have continued with the kiss; but it wasn't someone else.

"Where's Pansy when you need her," Draco said to himself as he turned off the TV and quickly got dressed. He was going down to the Slytherin common room to find Pansy.

Hermione awoke the next morning refreshed and ready to start a new day. She quickly dressed into her uniform and headed out of her room and into the heads common room. Once she was through the door all hell broke lose… again.

"What the hell Pansy? You're not suppose to be in here!"

"Calm down Mugglette, She was here with me," Draco said before returning to making out with Pansy.

"Again I repeat, We aren't allowed to have anyone in here but ourselves."

"But prefects are allowed in."

"Only during meetings you idiot! Gosh!"

"He's not an idiot. He's a genius… a genius in bed that is (giggle)."

"Why thank-you Pansy, my love (kiss)."

"GET OUT!" Hermione roared at Pansy causing both her and Draco to jump.

"Fine! I will! It was getting too crowded once you showed up anyway!" And with that Pansy headed back to the Slytherin common room.

"Hope you're happy you bitch!"

"I am!"

"You're just jealous that I'm with Pansy and that you can't have me"

"Please! Who would be jealous of that skank? Also who, in their right mind would to be with you! Seeing as your so desperate that you'd sink as low as that whore, Pansy Parkinson. She's nothing but a whore like you, so get over yourself," Hermione said harshly before she left the common room herself and went to breakfast.

He was shocked. He couldn't believe she had said all of that. Though he admired that she could throw such an insult that only he thought he could do, he was shocked that she would have the audacity to insult him. She was going to pay.

"I'll get her for that! I swear it I'll get her! Just like I should have when she slapped me back in our third year! I'll make that jumped up Mudblood pay! She'll pay! I don't know how or when but I'll get her," he said to himself as he got dressed and headed down to breakfast. Any feelings he had for Hermione the night before were gone and replaced with absolute anger.