Hermione flipped listlessly through the pages of her book. She just could not keep her focus, a rarity for her. She would read a couple of pages. stare into the flickering flames of the common room fire, and then switch chairs in an effort to get more comfortable. Hermione raised her fingers to her lips and brushed them lightly, remembering the events from that afternoon.
(Flashback)
Malfoy was kissing her. Draco Malfoy was kissing her. Hermione had only three seconds of astonished thought before Malfoy pulled away with a smirk on his face.
"Hmm," Malfoy mused. "That was even better than I thought it would be. Who've you been practicing on, Granger?"
Hermione glared at Malfoy as she tried to get her furiously pounding heart under control. Hermione quickly ran through a list of all of the spells she knew. What spell could have possibly made Malfoy behave like this? Perhaps he was possessed...But staring into Malfoy's eyes, Hermione knew that he was completely in his right mind, and her heart picked up speed yet again.
"Listen, there's one thing you need to know. I despise you, Granger, and every other sniveling Mudblood on this planet. So that kiss meant nothing. It was merely the love-child of lust and curiosity." Malfoy removed his gaze from her general direction, then brought it back. "But don't worry, there's more where that came from. I enjoy the idea of tempting you in secret. Pansy won't know, and Potter and Weasley most certainly won't know, because you'll be far to ashamed to tell them." He stepped closer and lifted her face to his. "So until I need another taste..." And once more, a heart-stopping kiss.
(End Flashback)
Hermione snapped back to reality, annoyed to discover that just recalling what had happened quickened her pulse. Malfoy had complete control of this situation, unless she wanted Harry and Ron to discover what had happened. Malfoy was right, she was much to ashamed to tell them that he had kissed her, let alone that she had enjoyed every second of it. At that moment, Harry and Ron both tumbled through the portrait hole. "Hey Hermione," Ron said, and plopped down in a chair across from her. "What're you reading?" He pulled the book from her lap. "Good grief, Hermione, this book is larger than your head! Absolutely stark raving mad, just like I've always said." Ron handed back the book and reclined lazily. "So how was your day, Herm?"
Hermione briefly, crazily considered telling him the truth. "Well, actually...
...it was pretty tame."