Hermione wrapped her arms around herself as she stood out of the car. It was a chilly night and she could feel the cold through her jacket. Her head was still a giant mess. It had finally hit when she was in the shower and chucked a silent tantrum. What was going on with her? She came to the simple conclusion that she was crazy. What was it about this boy? Yes he was good looking and she would allow herself that. But was it normal to blush every time she saw him? or feel her stomach erupt in a fire that was foreign to her? She was frustrated beyond belief. It seemed like only yesturday they were really hating each other. Oh wait, that was yesturday. In fact, it had been over a month. When had she developed this…thing? She couldn't understand it for the life of her. There was something about him, something that made her mind spin. She had no clue what that something was. And she hated herself. Malfoy? It didn't make any sense to her. Malfoy? Of all people! She thought that maybe him being in her house under such close proximity was doing this to her.

"Common darling," Hermione's mother gave her a smile and caught up with her husband, taking his hand. Hermione was stuck lugging behind with Malfoy at her side. She hugged herself tighter feeling the slight tension and unease and they headed up the street.

It was a busy night on the popular street. This one in particular filled with pubs, clubs, cafes, and restaurants. The night-life was pumping, the streets busy at the hour. It was terribly difficult to walk through the crowd that covered the street.

Hermione struggled to push her way through. She was knocked around easily and was often found to be nearly tripped over. She was getting frustrated. She tried pushing past a man and realised that she had lost her parents and Malfoy. Oh great! Just what I need.

"Mum! Dad!" She called pushing her way through. She looked around and only saw faces of strangers. "MUM!" she called again. She reached out into the crowd, about to push through, when she felt a hand clasp hers and pull her forward. Hermione came through and looked up to thank whoever it was that helped her. She took in a sharp breath. Without a word, Malfoy clasped his hand tightly around hers and pushed through the busy crowd. An explosion shot through them at the contact. He held tighter as he weaved around the passing strangers. Hermione was breathing heavily. And it was not from the cold or pushing through the crowd…it was because of him. a flush overtook her, she could feel the warmth of his hand.

"Here we are" Her father declared as they came through. Immediately they dropped hands and stood away from each other.

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"Hello there, table for four?" the young lady greeted them as they entered the small restaurant.

"Yes…"

"This way" she took four menus and led them to their table. It was a small cosy set up near the back wall in the dimly lit room. There were candles on the tables and soft music in the background.

Hermione went to take a seat by her mother but her father interrupted and told her to sit with Draco. Hermione groaned and walked past Draco, who was already in his seat, and flopped down ungracefully.

"My, what finesse you have Granger" Hermione glared at him and snatched up her handkerchief, placing it on her lap.

"Shut up. I have finesse, I have more finesse than your ass ever will" Malfoy gave a small snort of laughter.

"Oh yes, because you come from such high society. You have no class what so ever" Hermione scoffed.

"And you sure are just radiating class Malfoy," she crossed her arms "You put the ass in class" she flipped her hair and turned to face the wall. Malfoy tried to suppress the grin that shot across his face, but couldn't. What a ridiculous comeback.

Hermione scooted over closer to the wall and turned away from him. Her parents were in the middle of deep conversation which only left Malfoy and herself.

Hermione soon began to feel uncomftorable. She could feel Malfoy staring at her. And right she was; Malfoy had his arm up on the table as he watched her…of course to annoy her. But had she noticed the look he was giving her it would have turned her stomach inside out. Malfoy didn't even realise it, he just watched how utterly cute she was when she was annoyed at him.

"Malfoy stop it. You are going to ruin my appetite" Hermione reached for some water and began to shake as she poured it in her glass. She hated being watched, it made her nervous. Malfoy saw her shaking and smirked to himself. He rested his chin on his hand and bit his finger as he watched her drink. Hermione put the glass down and turned to glare at him.

"Would you stop? It's highly irritating" Malfoy continued biting his finger.

"Sorry…but cant" he grinned, one that made you wonder what exactly he was thinking. Hermione felt herself blush. Damn him for looking so, so…delectable. For some reason, the strangest urge to just jump him washed over Hermione and him looking at her like that was not helping. She leaned in a bit towards him.

"Would you stop" she whispered harshly. Malfoy still bit his finger and grinned at her. He pulled it out of his mouth.

"Stop what Granger?" he moved a little towards her. Hermione felt a flush run over her. Her parents still talking incessantly behind their menus, had no clue that Hermione and Malfoy were in the midst of a tension filled moment.

"Stop looking at me like that" she whispered and sat up a little straighter. A flash shot through Malfoy's eyes and he couldn't help but grin roguishly at her.

"I'm not doing anything Granger, must be your delusional bookworm mind getting to you" Hermione huffed, but stopped when Malfoy lifted his hand and motioned her closer with a come hither gesture. Hermione gulped and dared herself to move closer. Malfoy smirked.

"I think you need to get your head out of those romance novels Granger" Hermione, who was now pissed, shot up and pushed him back from her.

"You are such an ass. You…you…ugh!" She crossed her arms once again and glared at the wall.

"So have you decided what you two are getting?" Hermione's mother asked. She stopped however when she noticed Hermione with her arms crossed scowling and Malfoy with a huge grin on his face, reading the menu. "Ok then" she whispered to herself. This was going to be a long night.

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Dinner had come and finished; Hermione was beyond annoyed. Forget the fact the she was about to strangle him for his sneaky remarks, the table was a little too small and cosy. She hated the table right now. She couldn't help but begin to flush at their close proximity and she hoped that his leg was accidentally brushing against hers every now and then.

"Stop it" she snapped as his leg brushed against hers. Malfoy put down his glass and looked at her as if she were crazy.

"What are you talking about now Granger?" he seemed bored almost. Hermione looked at her dad who was speaking with her mother about something to do with dentistry. Grr. Her parents had told her to make conversation…that was ten minutes ago. She tried to ignore him, but the annoying thing happening under the table was getting to her.

"You know what Malfoy, so quit it" he squinted his eyes at her.

"So Granger has finally gone insane, I knew this day would come"

"Malfoy, don't play dumb. If you don't stop right now, you'll come out of this evening in a cast" he smirked and bit his lip. Hermione turned away from him. She felt it again and snapped her head towards him.

"What if I don't stop?" he asked huskily. His voice shot something through her that made her stomach dance.

"Malfoy, get any part of yourself away from me" she warned.

"Right, as if you want that" he grinned.

"Why are you such an annoying git? I have never met anyone like you. You frustrate me beyond belief. Cant you ever be normal?"

"What you see is what you get sweetheart. And why do you ask me that question when you are an equally annoying bookworm. Only for me, I enjoy annoying you to watch you squirm"

"Ooooohh! You are so beyond frustrating. I'm not going to sit here and take anymore of your shit. Stop talking to me and stop with the leg thing. Your lucky that my parents are here otherwise your leg, would be hacked off" Malfoy merely smirked at her.

"If its annoying you so much, then why have you been playing footsies with me this whole time?" he shot her a half smile. Hermione had nothing to say to that. Realisation hit her. In fact she had been, from the moment he began, she was a willing participant. Their legs intertwining and rubbing slowly up and down, teasing, torturing.

Hermione's eyes flew wide and she stood up from the table, throwing her napkin down in her plate.

The sudden move caused her parents to stop talking and look up at her in alarm.

"Hermione are you ok?" Her mother asked. Hermione shot Malfoy a glare and he looked back at her with a slight smirk on his face.

"I'm fine. It's a little too small in here" she took her coat. "I think I'm going to get some fresh air" with that, she swung her coat over her shoulders and weaved her way out of the restaurant.

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Hermione walked out into the chilly air and began to walk up the street. It was not as busy now, only a few people walked the sidewalk getting to their destination.

Hermione felt as if she were at breaking point. Curse this stupid Malfoy! What was he doing to her? She didn't feel normal anymore. The feelings that were cursing through her veins were indescribable. She hated that she was so frustrated and confused. She hated being like this because she didn't know what to think anymore.

"If you continue standing out here, you are bound to get into some sort of trouble" Hermione spun around. She had walked up the street and was a little way away from the restaurant.

"What do you want Malfoy? I'm not in the mood to deal with your stupidity right now" Malfoy glared at her.

"The only reason I'm here is cos your parents sent me to find you" he snapped

"Get lost Malfoy. I can take care of myself and I will come back when I am ready" she snapped back and pushed past him, heading further up the street. Malfoy was quick on her heals. Hermione could feel him behind her but chose to ignore him. she walked further up and passed the windows of shops as she went.

"Granger, we have to go back now. I want to get away from your face as soon as possible" he grabbed her arm and Hermione spun around slapping him away.

"Don't touch me!" she pushed him back and pulled her coat around her tighter, it was getting colder.

"Excuse me? Don't touch me? Granger, if I let you walk up here by yourself, Merlin knows what sort of trouble you are going to get into"

"As if you care Malfoy" she spat his name "You wouldn't care if I got hit in the head and I was dying. All you'd say is 'oh, the mudblood finally got what she deserved. Mneh, mneh, menh'" she said mimicking him in her best imitation of him. Hermione was expecting some sort of explosion But instead, Malfoy began to laugh. "What? What's so fucking funny?" she shot at him. But he was not responding. "Malfoy! Stop laughing! It's not funny" she pushed him back and he kept laughing. "Stop it! You are infuriating me" she pushed him again and again until his back hit a shop window. She went to push him again, but he caught both her arms.

"Granger, I suggest you stop touching me," he warned, his laughter subsiding. His touch was like fire. His hands wrapped around her wrists sent shock waves through her and made her want to squirm out of his touch in fear of being burnt.

"Malfoy," she breathed "let go of me" she looked up at Malfoy who in return put on his most winning smile and pulled her a little closer to him.

"No. I don't think I will just yet" Hermione's cheeks were flushed pink as she could feel his body heat radiating off him. They were close, but their bodies were not touching.

"Malfoy, I suggest you-" she cut off immediately when she saw him bend down and brush his lips along the crook of her neck. Her breath hitched. The feel of his warm lips caused goosebumps to cover her body. He travelled a series of hot little kisses along her neck to the hollow under her ear. Hermione was shaking. She closed her eyes and tried to speak but couldn't. He was doing something to her that was driving her insane. Malfoy slightly licked and sucked on a patch of skin under her jaw line, causing Hermione to tilt her head slightly towards him, silently begging for more.

She wanted to touch him, but he wouldn't let her. He still held her wrists and she wanted nothing more than to touch him. She leaned in towards the source of the sucking sensation and felt herself moan slightly. She bit her lip, how was it that she was letting this happen? Stupid Malfoy. She hated him so much.

She felt him lick over the reddened area and he brought his face up again. He looked at her and leaned forward this time, to claim her lips. Hermione nervously licked her lips and closed her eyes.

But it never came. She opened her eyes and saw Malfoy standing a few feet from her, pretending to look in a shop window.

"There you two are! Come on, its getting late and I think it's time to go home. We have work tomorrow" Her mother said as they walked down the street. Hermione stood still. ARGH! She could strangle her parents. Yes, strangle. She admitted that she actually wanted to kiss Malfoy!

She headed towards the car behind Malfoy and she couldn't pass the opportunity of the view. She smiled slightly and then traced the deep red mark with her finger tips. She was beyond confused. This was Malfoy! Malfoy + Hermione + hickies do NOT mix.

She sighed and got into the back seat with Draco. He seemed to be ignoring her completely the whole trip home, by looking out the window. But his body language said otherwise. He was sitting as close to her as possible, their bodies touching often as the car bumbed along the road. This was more than either could bear.