All to Ms.Rowling :)

A/N:Thanks for all the reviews. I am so jamming to Weezer at the moment. I worked extra hard on this part of the chapter, and I've wanted to get more and more into the minds our or hero's I did list this story an angst, and I feel that I didn't really incorporate it into the story. I feel as I pretty much sugarcoated the chapter. This story might get a littler darker. I'm not sure which way I'm swaying towards at the moment. Enjoy.

I will suck the elixir from your fingertips
until I feel my head start caving in
My mouth will overflow with your evil soul
And I'll be convulsing for days in this hole
Bubbling at the lips that you used to love to kiss
Well, I think I'm trying to wake up, but I can't

Your Evil Soul – The Spill Canvas

Hermione sat quietly on the long couch in the common room. All day, she had been thinking over and over. There was no way she could even maintain a relationship with him. She was silly to even think about it. Was this even serious thinking? Over the past two days, they had rarely spoken to each other and it felt as if the kiss between them had never even happened. Hermione wanted to move on and not dwell on the issue, but a small part of her was yearning to know. She had to speak to Draco.

Draco entered the common room to the dormitory sweaty, and a bit stinky. Out of the blue, he gathered a few first years from Slytherin and gave them some Quidditch pointers, and that included flying on his broom. Of course that was a rare act of compassion coming from Draco. The last thing he needed at the moment was some kind of argument. He frowned as he spotted Hermione sitting on the couch reading The Daily Prophet. Hermione looked up from the newspaper and stared at Draco. Her lips were set in a thin line. She looked kind of upset. Draco dreaded what followed.

"We need to talk Malfoy." Bloody hell, they were back to referring by last names.

" What Granger, did you forget my first name already?" he added with a smirk. Hermione didn't find it amusing.

" We need to talk about what happened at the Manor, or are you just going to forget as if it never happened?" she asked in a firm tone.

Draco's silver eyes narrowed together as he leaned against the wall.

" Fine, if you want to talk about this bloody rubbish, lets just get it out of the bloody way"

"First of all, to tell you the truth, I really don't even know what happened between us during the holiday break. I wasn't the Malfoy I was supposed to be. I felt vulnerable and I think you made me soft, Granger.

Hermione laughed,

"Soft? You think I made you bloody soft? I didn't change you in anyway, you were the came on to me, who was the one who sneaked into my room in the middle of the night? And then crawled into my covers like a pansy?"

Draco scowled.

"I was caught in the moment and I really didn't think. I think I'd be more satisfied if we just forgot this ruddy "thing" that we have and put it behind us. What do I even mean to you? Nothing."

Hermione was hurt, but she had to put on her strong shield. She didn't want Draco to think that she was weak.

"So that's it? You're going to pretend like nothing ever happened? Forget all about this? You're a fucking coward. Yeah that's right. I said FUCK. And you know what? Go fuck yourself. You were right, you mean nothing to me."

Hermione angrily whirled around and shut the door to her quarter with a loud BANG!.

Draco stared at the door that Hermione had just slammed. Hermione Granger had actually told him to fuck himself. He was even more surprised by the fact that the word fuck came out of Hermione's pristine mouth.

He didn't know what to think. He felt as if his mind had just transformed into a puddle.

Draco angrily grabbed a random object from his desk and slammed it against the wall. Why was he even angry to begin with?

He could live without her. It was only one bloody kiss! And she was acting as if they were…. Dating? Draco shuddered at his own thought. He wanted to deny that he even had a tinsy bit of a feeling for the damn mudblood. If only he hadn't invited her to the Manor over the holidays, none of this would be happening. What was even worse was that classes would resume the 27th. And it was already the 26th. And he still had to face Hermione and her pathetic friends for double Potions tomorrow.

He was really dreading tomorrow.

Hermione scowled as Harry and Ron enveloped her in a friendly hug the next morning.

"Oh my god Hermione, you should have seen what Harry got this year from my Mum! It was so embarrassing, Mum knitted him a sweater that had a embroided H and G!" Ginny said in horror and then burst into a fit of giggles as she hugged Hermione.

Hermione beamed a fake smile and ate a bit of porridge. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous that Ginny was so into Harry. At least Ginny wasn't feeling something she shouldn't feel for one of her worst enemies. Across the table, Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and stared at his best friend.

"Hermione, are you okay? You seem a bit.. I dunno.. off?" Hermione looked into Harry's emerald eyes and faked another smile.

"I'm okay Harry, I'm just revising an essay I did for Muggle studies in my mind." Harry nodded and continued chewing his bacon. Hermione reached for her goblet and gulped some of her pumpkin juice.

"So, how were the holidays at Malfoy's? Free any enslaved House Elfs?" Ron asked out of the blue.

Hermione nearly choked on her juice. She had almost forgotten that she had writted a letter to Ron and Harry explaining that she was going to spend a few days with Draco. " Um they were okay, they have an extensive collection of books that Hogwarts would dream of owning." Hermione added with a smile.

Oh if her beloved friends knew what other extensive feelings she had grown for another person as well…