AN: Alright… well, it's been proven that this story is a bit better then the other one, but be warned that it has no plot, and I have absolutely no idea where it is going.

Umm, what else… Oh, I couldn't fit this in, but this starts roughly one week after the first chapter.

With that said, behold delicious, Draco-y goodness!

Hermione smiled at Ron nervously, pulling at a lock of her hair. He responded with lopsided grin, "That was fun," he said softly, looking at the ground, ears flaming. Hermione nodded rapidly. Quickly, before he could lose courage, Ron leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

Hermione felt her heart race, but she pulled away quickly. Staring intently at her shoes, she muttered, "Well, I'll see you at breakfast." She glanced up at the red head, to see his look of surprise.

"Oh, alright then, Good night," Ron gave her one last crooked smile before his shock red hair disappeared behind the portrait entrance to the Head Boy/Girl common room. Hermione jumped when she heard a snort come from the sofa.

She whirled around to see Malfoy leering at her cruelly, "Gods! How long have you been there?"

The blond sat up completely from the couch, grinning wider, "So, date with Weasel-bee go well? Let be guess, Potter will be here trying to make-out with you tomorrow? Just warn me so I don't have to witness such horrid clumsiness and clear lack of skill."

Hermione gaped at him, her cheeks flaming red, "That's none of you business! And besides, I would not go out with someone else while I'm dating Ron, you jerk!" She glared at him furiously, before stomping over to him, arms crossed, "I would appreciate if you did not make fun of Ron, considering you have no idea what you're talking about!"

Draco took in the sight of her with a chuckle. Hermione's hair had been forced rather sloppily under a baseball cap and her t-shirt and faded jeans were obviously for comfort. "Well, gee, it's not my fault Weasley's such a hopeless wreck. How much lust do you think it took before he could pick up the nerve to give you such a pathetic peck? Can that even be considered a kiss? I mean, that was even worse then his disgusting flint with Brown that one year." His handsome face was distorted with hate and disgust.

Hermione gaped at Draco open-mouthed. For once, the young witch didn't know how to respond. With a huff, she stormed towards her bedroom. As she opened the door, she said in a cold voice, "I wouldn't tease so much if I were you, Malfoy, considering I know a secret you certainly wouldn't want me to share." With that, she slammed her door. Draco's cocky smirk had been wiped off his face, replaced by a look that appeared as if he had been punched in the gut. He closed his eyes suddenly, his mind raging. It was time to go visit Blaise.

Blaise Zambini sat in a darker corner of Slytherin common room, shuffling a deck of cards rapidly, and his long pale fingers seeming to drift lazily over the quickly flashing cards. Next to him sat Pansy Parkinson, her dark hair draped crazily in her face, and her long legs up on the edge of her armchair. This seductive position showed off a glimpse of her lacy black underwear under her short pleated school skirt. She had a laughing look on her face. "Is our Draco having some problems with the mudblood princess?" She pouted her lips mockingly. Draco glared at her.

"Put a cork in it, Pansy," he snarled. He had just finished explaining his problem to his two main confidants. They had not been as sympathetic as he had hoped.

Blaise rolled his eyes, "I told you not to tell Lucius. Get the damn thing. It's not like they're going to use us for anything anytime soon." Blaise himself had gotten the Dark Mark almost a month ago, right before the start of there seventh year. Pansy, whose parents were planning to marry her off shortly after graduation, didn't want her to have the mark until after her wedding.

Draco got up, then sat back down sharply. He ran his hand through his long hair, feeling angry. How dare Granger put him in this position! "It's the principle of the matter, Blaise, you know that. I'm just not getting it!" When Pansy gave a startled look around the room, he dropped his voice, "I refuse to even get involved with the Death Eaters. It's a waste of my time."

Blaise sighed, "Well then, you'll have to get some dirt on Granger that she'll want to keep a secret. I mean, two can play this game she's playing." Pansy was shaking her head. And they boys looked at her questioningly.

"No. No, no, no, no, and again, no. You are going about this all the wrong way." She swung her legs around and sat to face them, "Draco, you have a talent." Draco raised his eyebrows at her, "You are good at being hot, and you are good at manipulating. I mean, you've done this before. Trick her into doing things your way." Now it was Pansy's turn to raise an eyebrow, "My guess is that Granger is not extremely good at defending herself against a guy's charms. Come on, how much practice can she have?" Pansy smirked seductively, "You've done it before… So do it again."

Draco was glaring harder at her the more she prattled on. How could he possibly be subjected to seducing Hermione Granger? That was just vile! "Pansy, have you taken your pills lately?" Pansy scowled, "I don't like being in the same room with the disease, let alone touching her! I simply will have to think of something else." The glare he was giving her told her that his decision was not open for discussion.

Meanwhile, Hermione lay in her room, clutching a pillow to her chest and staring at the top of her canopy. Where did Malfoy get off, thinking he could say things like that to her? With an indignant huff, she tossed her pillow to the side and went to her desk to work on her Charms Essay.

Yet… for the first time, Hermione Granger couldn't concentrate on her homework. She found her mind wandering back to earlier that Saturday evening, to the kiss, and her fight with Malfoy.

She had been a bit disappointed by Ron's kiss, however unwilling she was to admit that. Sure, she had gotten that heart-racing reaction, but what about the thrill, the excitement, and the feeling to kiss back. Hermione didn't have much experience with romance, but the little experience she did have were not quite matching up to the few romance novels she had skimmed through. All she could think about when Ron kissed her was how dry his lips were… not exactly romantic passion. She had pulled away more out of disappointment then anything. She remembered when Ron had gone out with Lavender, and how much making out they had done then. How was it that he had been so daring then, but so shy with her now? Thinking about it made her queasy.

Queasy. That brought her thoughts to something else. Draco Malfoy. She hadn't meant to threaten him like that, but she had been so mad! Now she knew that he was going to retaliate, and it wasn't going to be pretty. She let her mind wander back to the talk they had had, when he had seemed so open and vulnerable, before he had snapped at her. She had never seen that side of Malfoy before, and was starting to wonder if her mind had made a bigger deal of the whole event after the fact. And sure, maybe he wasn't a Death Eater, but he was still mean and prejudice.

Hermione got up with a sigh, feeling the need to release some energy. She peeked out her door, checking to see that Draco was still gone. He was mad, so she assumed he'd be gone long enough for her to let loose a little. Smiling she picked up her iPod. It had taken her a year to program the darn thing to work in the presence of all the free magic at Hogwarts, but that was worth it.

Walking into her large closet, the yanked off her pants, pulled on some shorts, and clipped her iPod to it deftly. She turned it on to her favorite play list; a mix of dance, hip-hop, and rock music; and sashayed back into her room. She pulled her hair back and let loose into the music, dancing and just having fun, she swayed her hips and pushed her emotions into the moves. She closed her eyes and paid particular attention to her movements and the beat. This went on for at least an hour.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in front of her full length mirror, staring at herself. She started at her feet. Wiggling her toes, she wound that her feet looked too large for her body, and her toes looked painfully dumb with cracked polish. She quickly looked onto her legs. They seemed normal enough, longish. She hated her knees, which were marred with scars from her childhood. Next she noticed that she had the same problems on her elbows. She hadn't been athletic or anything, just clumsy. Really, this still held true.

Hermione stared at her face, and made an annoyed expression. She knew she should wax her eyebrows, her lips would look better with gloss, and her shallow skin could do with some blush. But honestly, she wasn't good at girly things like these, and also had much better things to do, like her Charms essay.

Sighing, Hermione sat back down and set to work on the rest of the night's homework. Soon she was off in her own world of education, and her thirst for knowledge.

Meanwhile, Draco was sitting on the ledge of the astronomy tower, contemplating his future in a whole. He knew that he did not want to follow in his father's footsteps. It seemed like another reality ago that he had wanted to be exactly like his father. It had been a slow process. He had not waken up one morning and realized that he knew now. In fact, he couldn't even pinpoint when it had happened, it simply was there.

Draco sighed and stared at the stars. After an hour of contemplating what he wanted to do. Another impossibility was going to Dumbledore and trying to join the light side. He couldn't be a spy, which would compromise his want to stay away from his father. He just wanted out of the war he had been born into. Why was he being punished for a war that began before he was born? What did it have to do with him? This battle was not normal, over petty things like trade and land, or bland difference of opinion. This was a battle over the lives of people who had no idea that they were in danger. Muggles. Brainless, blundering, mindless muggles. As much as Draco was annoyed by the fools, he saw no reason to mass murder them. What a large waste of his energy. Energy he could be putting to use on other projects.

This brought him to his current situation: Granger. Filthy, mudblood Granger. He glared at the sky with new venom. Why did the little bookworm always have to get in the way? He had made the idiotic mistake of opening up to her. He was still kicking himself for that one. Repeatedly. So had Blaise and Pansy; at first they were furious at him for talking to Lucius, scared that he would suspect them as well. Then, they feared that granger would open her fat mouth and spill. But Draco hadn't been worried, the girl was scared witless. Apparently, she wasn't anymore.

Slowly, Draco realized what he would have to do. And he didn't like it. If Granger couldn't keep her mouth shut, he would just have to help her…

AN: Well! I didn't realize how long this sucker was! I'm just prattling along! I was going to make it longer, but I figured you would all appreciate an update! So here you go! Thanks for the review, they're very encouraging. I hope it keeps up, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!