Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. I just fuck with the characters.

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Night 10

I walk down to Slytherin dungeons, looking around and making sure no one is going to attack me. Malfoy told me to meet him down here tonight. Fucking prat is probably going to have is friends hex me or something. I stay close to the staircase, just to make sure that if I see anything weird, I can get out of here as quick as I can. I see the Slytherin prince standing in the middle of the hallway, looking at the stairs.

I jog towards him and he smirks. "Are you scared of the hallways down here?" he taunts.

I glare at him. "Why do we have to meet down here tonight?" I ask.

He pulls me, by the arm, to an abandoned classroom. He jiggles the handle.

"Damn. It's locked tonight."

He pulls out his wand and whispers, "Alohomora." The door clicks open and he yanks me inside.

I glare at him. "What the bloody hell are we doing?" I ask.

He smirks. "I'm going to teach you how to act like Pansy." He says.

I roll my eyes. You've got to be kidding me. I sit down on a desk and cross my legs. "Ok then. Teach me." Malfoy looks at me like he wants to eat me up or something. His eyes are dark and he's staring at me. Then it hits me. "I didn't mean that to be seductive!"

He smirks. "Sure you didn't. We all know, deep down, you're a frisky bad girl." he says.

I roll my eyes. "In your dreams." I shoot at him.

"Every single night."

I softly gasp at that. My stomach gains butterflies. That is so gross! That perverted, dirty little-

"Your sitting all wrong."

I'm ripped out of my thoughts. "What?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes. "Your not sitting right. Uncross your legs and spread them a little. Pansy sits like…well…a slut." he says.

I uncross my legs and spread them just a bit. "Like this?" I ask.

He grins, his eyes not leaving my lower torso. "Yup." he says. After a few moments, he looks up at me with this evil but lovable look in his eyes.

"So, what is next, Malfoy, now that I've mastered how to sit." I ask, my words dripping in sarcasm.

He groans. "Oh yeah. You have to call me…Draco. Pansy has never called me by Malfoy." He says, unhappily.

I smirk. Oh this is going to be good. "So DRACO…"

"Don't use my first name unless you have to!" he barks at me, glaring.

I sigh and lean back, resting my upper weight on my arms. "What's next?" I ask.

He walks up to me to the point that my knees are touching his legs. I feel myself oddly become nervous and excited and I mentally yell at myself for it. Come on now, Hermione. He's Malfoy for Merlin's sake! "Ok, the next thing you need to do is to reach your inner Slytherin self." he says.

I look at him like he's lost his mind. "What?" I ask, with no tone in my voice.

"You need to think evil to be Pansy. She's cruel and she doesn't care. She laughs at you when you're a fool." he explains.

"So then why do you want to be with her?" I ask. He wants someone who's going to hurt him. That's really bright.

He shrugs. "Did you ask to fall in love with the lamest and weakest full blood wizard to ever live?" he asks.

"Hey! Ron may be a bit of a wuss, but at least he can face his fears." I snap.

He glares at me. "Are you calling me a pussy or something, Granger, cause I'll hex your little arse." he growls, grabbing for his wand. I glare at him, but I don't say a word. He lets go of his wand. "That's what I thought."

I sigh. "So how do I find my 'inner Slytherin?'" I ask.

"Simple. Think of something so mean but it amuses you and can make you laugh." he says

I nod and close my eyes. Something mean but is also funny…"Um how about this." I start, keeping my eyes shut. "I cut off a piece of a girl's long hair and watch her walk around like that."

He sighs stressfully. "That's not that evil. That's stupid shit first years do." he says.

My mind wanders off to Ron. What if he had a girlfriend?…"Ok what if Ron's girlfriend fell down a flight of stairs and I watched her break her nose. And laughed. And walked away." I say.

I open my eyes and see Malfoy snicker. "Your on the right track." he says.

I think some more. "What if I pushed Ron's girlfriend into a burning caldron and laughed?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes. "Could you get away from the Weasel's girlfriend scenarios? That's not evil. That's just jealousy and rage." he says. "It has to be random and not about revenge."

I sigh. "I don't know then." I say, in defeat.

Malfoy smacks his forehead with his hand. "Oh for Merlin's sake! Its not complicated! Evil is hexing someone just for kicks. Or laughing at someone who's being killed for no apparent reason. And if you know them but you don't already have negative feelings towards them, then you laugh harder." He says. "I didn't know this was going to be this hard for you."

I look down at Malfoy's stomach. Hm. I never realized how skinny he is. He's a fucking twig! "Well I would of thought of that if I didn't have so much pressure on me." I snap.

"There is no pressure!" he yells.

Were silent for a moment. "So what do I have to learn next?" I ask.

He lifts my head up, roughly and stares down into my eyes. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?" he asks.

My cheeks begin to burn and I rip my eyes away from his. "I'm not going to have to kiss him, am I?" I ask, my stomach turning into knots. "I-I don't want to have to kiss a third year."

"Shut up, Granger." he growls. "You might actually enjoy it."

I look up, my face very nervous. "Do I need to go practice how to kiss?" I ask.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" he asks, again. I don't answer. He smirks. "So Granger's never kissed someone other than her parents. Why does this not surprise me?"

I glare at him. "Leave me alone! I have more things to worry about other than sticking my tongue down some boys throat and hoping I'm skilled with it!" I snap.

Then the next thing I know, Malfoy's lips are on mine. My eyes widen, but I don't push him away. He snakes his tongue into my mouth and I feel my body react to it. I can feel my damp panties as I spread my legs and Malfoy places himself in-between them. His hands rest on my waist and he pulls me closer to him. His tongue slides over mine and I do the same to his. I wrap my arms around his neck. For some reason, I feel like I need to feel every bit of his body pressed against mine.

My stomach is doing flip flops and I feel goosebumps cover my body. As I try to mimic Malfoy's tongue, I'm trying to keep from breaking the kiss and screaming at him that he's disgusting. I feel his hands on my back slide a bit under my shirt and tickle my back. I gasp and jolt closer to him. I suck on his tongue and he groans. I always imagined that his salvia would taste sour and bitter, but he doesn't. He tastes…pure.

Malfoy breaks the kiss and lets go of me. I'm looking at him like he's lost his mind. He's breathing heavier and his eyes are glazed over. "W-Why did you stop?" I ask.

He laughs. "I just needed to see if you knew how to kiss. Apparently, you don't." he says. My jaw drops and I glare at him. "But don't feel too bad. Pansy isn't that good either."

He steps away from me and smirks. "If you could, see yourself out the door and out of these hallways." he says and walks out of the room.

My jaw is still hanging open. I'm all hot and bothered and told that I'm a shitty kisser. (Well that wasn't apparent.) I close my legs and hop off the table. I leave the room and head back up to Gryffindor tower. On my way back, I see Ron walking by himself. I smirk. I've got an experiment…

I walk up to him. "Hello, Ronald." I say, trying to sound slick.

"Hello Herm. What's up?" he asks.

Before he could think or move away, I reach up and kiss him roughly. I don't use tongue, but I'm trying my best to keep it heated. My arms are around his neck and I'm pressed up against him. I feel Ron wrap his arms around my waist and grab my arse. I can feel him harden on my stomach. There's no butterflies in my stomach and I'm bored with kissing him. I feel absolutely nothing! I push him away.

He looks at me like I've lost my mind. "W-What was that for!" he asks, breathing heavy.

But I don't stick around. I walk off, my mind filled with confusion. I walk down to a empty hallway and sit against the wall. I pull my knees up to me. When Malfoy kissed me, I had never been that turned on in my life. I had never desired to be pressed up against someone and kissed until I exploded. But when I just kissed Ron, I hadn't felt the same desires as I did with Malfoy.

How can someone I love with all my heart not turn me on and someone I hate with a burning passion…ok someone I dislike, turn me on so much? I rest my head on my knees. I'm one warped girl.