Hermione Granger didn't hear a single word that the teachers said for the rest of the day. This includes questions to her, and requests to turn in homework assignments. Luckily, nobody hated her enough to actively prevent elbows from reaching her ribs (ow!).
So, her homework did in fact get turned in on time.
However, the lectures, the practicals - everything, including dinner- passed by in a blur.
The only thing Hermione could focus on were questions. They floated through her mind like fragments, wisps of thought that were edged with burrs*
Why had Draco Malfoy kissed her? It clearly wasn't because of their bethrothal... Why hadn't he known about their betrothal before? Who did know?
... Did Malfoy like her? Was that something like a confession, and, if so, was she expected to respond in any way?
Wasn't Malfoy with Pansy Parkinson? Like, "my fiancee" together?
If Hermione was really... bound... to someone like Malfoy, could she, would she... tell Harry?
Why had Draco Malfoy kissed her? She'd have expected him to be cold - his skin was blueish, almost like porcelain. It had felt... nice.
Was Malfoy still her enemy? Not talking about things, now that she'd had even a second to think, was just common sense. There were too many questions here to actually express herself to someone not involved, anyway.
If this was some sort of a strange joke, she was going to kill him.**
*like velcro, but better able to embed in your skin.
**she means the kiss. The betrothal is obviously not a joke.
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My original notes on this had Draco Malfoy going off half-cocked about her deceiving him (conveniently forgetting that he was deceiving her too). Much confusion, much misunderstanding. If you wish to write an outtake of that scene, go ahead. Just msg me when you're done so I can read!]