Drabble inspired by a post in the FB group Strictly Dramione. The bare bones of this prompt is that the character is believed to have grey eyes, only in reality, they have one grey, and one blue. And you can only tell when you're up close, like kiss your enemy close. -slaps hands together-

This is just a short little drabble before I work on a WIP. It is not beta'd. It may be garbage.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger.

Rating: T

Hermione Granger did not put up with this sort of nonsense. Honestly, it was ridiculous. It had been bad enough over the Christmas season. What with magically charmed mistletoe that would trap you until you had a decent snog - she was grateful that January was calmer. It was a new year. Students were still clinging - mostly - to their New Year's resolutions, most of them either to excel academically, or improve their physical health. —

And then there was Valentine's Day, a day that was more or less the same as every other blasted day of the year. It was fine, she reassured herself. Sure, it would be a pain to break up couples that were cooped up in alcoves, or broom closets, but as a prefect she had no other option.

Too lost in her own thoughts, Hermione did not notice someone snapping her name. Not until she collided with a hard body and hands flew to her shoulders. "What in the —"

"Oh, fuck, you've really done it now, Granger."

Her head snapped up at his voice, and she swallowed hard. "Oh, stuff it. Honestly, you could have moved out of the way just as well, Malfoy." She moved to shove past him, which he let her do. Hermione slammed into an invisible wall, and her features pinched in frustration. She whirled on him. "What have you done?"

He gaped at her. "What have I done? Do you believe I would ever want to be trapped with you, you spectacular bint?"

She flinched as he stepped toward her, towering over her and glaring at her. "I apologize. I just…" well, she couldn't really say that his status as a former Death Eater set her on edge. "I overeacted, and I apologize." Hermione cleared her throat, and smoothed her skirt. "What's going on then?"

"Have you not heard?"

"Would I be asking if I had?"

He clenched his jaw. "Are you always like this?"

Hermione shrugged. "Probably."

Malfoy dragged a hand down his face. "Well, in that case, let me intoduce you to the newest product made me Weasley's Wizard Wheeze's. It's a modified mistletoe," he pointed over his head, and she saw the glittery heart hanging over them, "and it won't let us out until we snog."

Her mouth fell open. "I can't snog you."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, the spell wears off in seventy-two hours, and I'd rather snog you than be stuck here."

"I'll punch you in the nose if you even try." Hermione warned. "A professor will come along —"

Malfoy chuckled. "Even if they do, it won't do any good. They've been battling this for the last week just as well. Headmistress McGonagall is more likely to tell you to snog me and get it over with."

Her mouth dried. "Just a peck on the lips and it will be over then?"

"I wish. Unfortunately they're quite crafty, and unless both of us are satisfied, it won't release us." he said with a shrug. "So, will you break my nose if I snog you?"

Hermione sighed. She did have NEWTs she could be studying for, and bugger, she was due to meet Neville in the library any minute. "No, I won't break your nose." she murmured, her hands curling into fists at her sides.

"Relax," Malfoy said softly. "I realize how annoying this is, but I'm not going to hurt you."

She wanted to say how she knew that, but she was focused on something else. Hermione's eyes widened. "I always thought your eyes were grey."

He laughed, cupping her face. "Oh, right. Well, they're not." Malfoy didn't leave her a chance to say another word as then his lips were on hers, and his fingers were sliding into her bushy curls.

His lips were soft, that was the first thing she noticed. And then it was the way his tongue traced the seam of her lips and the way his heavy palm slid down her back, pressing her to him. And then it was over just as quickly as it had begun.

Hermione tried her best not to think about it. Afterall, it was only a chance encounter and it wasn't as if anything else would come of it. Her eyes still strayed toward the Slytherin table more often than not. And on Valentine's Day, the little habit bit her in the arse.

Ron and Harry didn't - couldn't - visit often due to auror training. Still, Harry made it to see Ginny, and Ron tagged along.

"Why is Malfoy staring at you?" Ron snapped, his wand had twitching.

She lifted her head, arching an eyebrow curiously. Malfoy's gaze was on her, flicking from her to Ron, and his lips were set in a scowl. "Perhaps it's because we were strapped beneath one of those modified mistletoes." she shrugged. "He probably still thinks we're dating."

All of the colour drained from Ron's face. "He snogged you?" His voice echoed through out the hall, and all eyes were on them.

Hermione could have hit him. "I think it was a mutual thing."

Ginny, ever the one to shake things up, asked, "Are his eyes as grey up close? He's a right prick, but they're pretty."

Hermione swallowed her pumpkin juice, buying herself a bit of time. "No, actually. One is blue, and one is grey. If anything, it's even prettier than I would have thought."

As Ron turned away from her, muttering that she was fraternizing with a traitor, Hermione looked across the hall again. Malfoy was smirking, his angry scowl gone, and he tilted his head toward the large double doors.

He mouthed, 'leave?'

And Hermione nodded.