A/N: Well, what can I say? It took me a month and week to update. *pouts* Would it help if I said this past month may very well have been the busiest and most stressful month of my life? Okay, moving on. So, I'm really sorry it took me this long to update. I feel like you're all going to have to reread the first chapter to remember what went on. (That is if I didn't lose all the readers of this story I had gained so far.) Oh, which reminds me: Thanks for the reviews for the first chapter! They all made me smile. Now, a word of warning. There is adult content in this chapter... sex... so, if it's not for you, that's okay. I understand. Also, a lot of the plot is thrown into this chapter and the characters might be a bit out of character. I'm not sure. But, anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: JKR owns all;)

**Chapter 2- Of Immaturity and Sex**

The next morning, Hermione was at breakfast in the Great Hall with Ron, Harry and Ginny. Before she could so much as look at the food, Harry and Ron began flooding her with questions.

"So, Mione, how was it with Malfoy last night?" asked Ron.

"You both have been dying to talk about this, haven't you?" sighed Hermione.

Harry said, "Sort of. I mean it is Malfoy. We know what a dick he can be. We're just worried about you."

She smirked, "Aw, thanks Harry. That's sweet, but I like dicks."

Harry's eyes grew to the size of saucers, Ginny snorted and Ron said, "Come on, Hermione. That's not cool."

She chuckled, "Sorry. I thought it was funny. Seriously, though, it was fine. I mean, last night was nothing out of the ordinary. It was typical insults and bickering, although, he did touch my hair. I don't know, but I don't think it'll be anything I can't handle. He is a rude little bugger and he certainly knows how to get a rise out of me but even saying that, I think it will be fine."

"It will be," Ginny said, "Honestly, I think everyone is turning it into a way worse situation than it actually is."

"I don't know," said Harry, "I don't like it. If he starts being nice to you Hermione, don't trust him. Anything involving Draco Malfoy means trouble."

"Yeah, Herms," agreed Ron, "I think the fact that he was talking to you at all is weird."

Hermione shrugged, "Well, yeah, but it's not like he was being nice to me. He was making fun of me the whole time. Rather typical of him, actually. I don't think he knows how else to act."

Harry grumbled, "Yeah, sure… defend him."

Hermione looked over at Harry, raised her eyebrows and repeated, "Defend him? What do you mean defend him?"

"It's already happening. One day in and you already can't stop talking about him."

"Hey!" said Hermione, "That's not a fair accusation. You brought him up."

When Harry didn't respond, Hermione stood and said, "Well, I'm going to run back to the dormitory to fetch my books and things. See you both later?"

"Yeah," answered Ron, "Somehow I got roped into taking Potions with the two of you this term."

Hermione smiled at him, "It'll be fun."

"Sure, tons of fun." Sighed Ron.

Ginny piped in, "Come on Ron! Two hours with Snape, a bunch of snotty Slytherins, a Gryffindor know-it-all, the boy-who-lived and a cauldron full of obscure ingredients that may or may not kill you… what's not to like?"

Harry smiled and Hermione chuckled as she waved goodbye and headed back to her dormitory. She arrived on the seventh floor, said the password and walked in to see Pansy Parkinson straddling Draco and passionately kissing him (to say the very least.)

Draco looked at her from behind Pansy's head, pointed to the door and bluntly said, "Get out."

Hermione put her hands on her hips and asked, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Get. Out. I'm busy, in case you couldn't tell."

"I don't care. This is my dormitory as well as yours. If I'm bothering you, then you leave!" said Hermione with impressive force.

Draco pushed Pansy off of him, stood and sneered, "How dare you talk to me like that, you dirty-blooded little twit!"

Hermione scoffed, "Playing the 'mudblood' card again? Come up with something new already."

He smirked, "Alright. You're an ugly, stuck-up know-it-all and if you're not telling someone what to do then you're probably not talking. That also may very well be the number one reason why you're still single."

Pansy chuckled from the couch.

Draco turned to her and said, "You should leave. I'm not really in the mood anymore, if you know what I mean."

Pansy slowly stood up. She proceeded to pout at Draco and then sneer at Hermione.

As she walked towards the door she said to Hermione, "Now look what you did. Pity you were ever born."

Hermione ignored her comment and let her storm out the door.

When she was gone, Hermione said, "I don't know why you bother to insult me all the time. It doesn't do anybody any good."

He shook his head, "That's not true. It gives me an insane amount of pleasure to see the current expression you're wearing be worn repeatedly."

"Whatever. I don't have time for this." Hermione huffed.

She headed up to her room to grab her book bag, books, quill and a roll of parchment. While she was upstairs collecting said items she heard Draco's voice yet again. Good grief, that boy just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

He was shouting, "Well Granger, you've presented me with a bit of a problem."

Hermione walked out of her room and asked, "And what is that?"

"By interrupting me this morning, you've also robbed me of my date. In doing so, I lost my chance at morning sex."

"Am I supposed to care?"

"Yeah. I have two ways of solving this problem." He smirked, "I could take care of it myself or I could just have sex with you."

Hermione froze.

He continued, "Then again… I'd never even consider touching you, no less do something so intimate with you."

"Oh. My. God." Stated Hermione.

Draco smirked, "Now you know what I'll be doing after you leave."

"Good Lord, you're disgusting! At least I don't have to put up with you during the day." Hermione said as she stormed out of the dormitory.

If only that were true. Hermione walked into her Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Ron and Harry by her side only to be greeted by a smirking Malfoy at the back of the room.

Hermione stopped and seethed, "What are you doing in here?"

"Use your brain, Granger. I'm in this class, too."

Hermione exhaled just as Ron said, "Come on, let's sit in the front."

"Yeah," said Harry, "Besides, Professor Lupin is back. We'll want to sit at the front by the end of the lesson anyway, I'm sure."

Hermione nodded.

As they sat, Ron asked, "What did he do to tick you off this time?"

Hermione blushed and quickly explained the incident with Pansy, including what he had said to her.

She finished the story with, "Honestly, I don't get it. His focus used to be on making Harry's life miserable, and then all of a sudden this term, he's turned all his energy on me."

"Damn right, I have," said Draco from behind them, "You're a lot more fun to annoy than scar-head."

Ron said, "Sod off, Malfoy."

"Shut up, Weasley. Nothing you say matters to anyone."

Hermione stood up and seethed, "You leave him out of this, pretty boy."

"What are you going to do about it if I don't, pinecone head?"

Hermione shrugged, "Not sure. Maybe I could try punching you again and see how that goes."

At this point, the whole class was staring at the two of them and Harry was trying to calm Hermione down.

"Hermione, he's not worth the trouble you could get in. The lesson is about to start. Sit down."

"Shut up, Harry." Hermione said, "I'll handle this."

Draco smirked and said, "I'd like to see you try."

He then pushed Hermione's shoulder, effectively infuriating her. Her wand was out in a second and it was pointed directly at his nose.

"You want to try pushing me again, Malfoy?" she asked.

"Hey," said Seamus, "You guys should really-"

"SHUT UP!" said Draco and Hermione simultaneously, their eyes never breaking contact.

Just then, Draco leaned forward and again pushed Hermione's shoulder. She lowered her wand and pushed him back, which was followed by him pushing her again. After about five seconds, the two of them were hitting each other everywhere they could reach and the scene was highly reminiscent of a fight between two ten year old girls.

The entire class was wearing expressions that screamed 'what a pair of retarded idiots.' If Hermione had not been currently engaged in what shouldn't rightfully be called a fistfight, she would have seen Professor Lupin walk in, smirk and send a Patronus to Professor McGonagall.

Some five minutes later and Hermione was shouting, "Stop hitting me!"

"You stop hitting me!" came Draco's reply.

The next minute, the whole class saw as Professor McGonagall walked up behind them and grabbed one of each of their ears, pinching them, hard. Simultaneously, Draco and Hermione stopped hitting each other but were now consistently saying 'ow.'

McGonagall still had a solid grip on their ears as she nodded to Professor Lupin and dragged them out of the classroom saying, "To my office, please!"

Hermione was utterly humiliated as an irate Professor McGonagall dragged her and Draco down the hall with numerous students staring and laughing. McGonagall did not relinquish hold of their ears until they did in fact reach her office.

When she finally let go, Hermione looked over at Draco and sneered, "If I get detention Malfoy, I'm going to kill you!"

"Enough," said the infuriated Transfiguration Professor. "Take a seat, both of you!"

After the two Heads had sat, she continued, "I'm appalled at your behavior! What were the two of you thinking acting like that in the middle of class?"

Hermione and Draco looked at each other and then both started talking at once, making everything they were saying incoherent.

"Shush! I don't need excuses! Now, I want the both of you to apologize to Professor Lupin for interrupting his lesson in such a fashion and fifty points will be taken from each of your houses."

"But-"

"No 'buts' Miss Granger. That is my final decision. I expect no more behavior like this from either of you ever again, are we clear?"

"Crystal." said Draco.

McGonagall nodded, "You are dismissed."

Hermione walked out of McGonagall's office and said, "See Malfoy, now look what you've done!"

"This isn't my fault. What's the big deal anyways? It's only house points."

"The 'big deal' is we are the Head Boy and Girl. You shouldn't start crap with me like that!" she yelled.

"I didn't start it!" he shouted back.

"Yes you did! You made fun of Ron!" she retorted.

"Well, excuse me for doing the same thing I've done for six years! Besides, you didn't have to react to it!" he said.

"I…." she couldn't find a thing to say.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, Miss 'You shouldn't start crap with me!'"

"Ugh, just get out of my way." She said as she pushed past him.

"Don't push me!" he said.

He then reached out and pulled on her hair.

Hermione screamed, "OUCH! What the hell Draco! Let go!"

"Not until you apologize for bumping into me just now."

Hermione had no idea what had gotten into her, because what she did next was so not like her. She reached out and pinched the arm that had a hold of her hair.

"OUCH!" shouted Draco, "That hurts! Let go!"

"NO!" screeched Hermione, "You let go!"

Just then, Professor McGonagall came out of her office and said with a calm that was almost eerie, "Back into my office, please."

Neither of them moved. McGonagall sighed quite loudly and slapped each of their hands.

She said, "Honestly, how old are the two of you? We need to teach you to learn to act your age. Detenion, both of you. Friday in my office."

She waved her hand and sent them away. Just as they were rounding the corner, Professor Dumbledore walked up to McGonagall and smiled.

She said, "I don't know what you were thinking making the two of them Head Boy and Girl."

The Headmaster's eyes sparkled as he said, "Alas, neither do I. Although, sometimes our very best results come from decisions that were not thought through."

With that, he popped a lemon drop into his mouth and walked away.

The next day and the incident between Hermione and Draco was the talk of the school. Everyone seemed to be excited about the topic, save Hermione and Harry.

Ron was speaking animatedly to Dean, who had not been present, "It was the craziest thing, he shoved her and then she shoved him back!"

Harry rolled his eyes and asked Hermione, "What's gotten into you? What happened yesterday isn't like you at all. You're much smarter than you acted yesterday."

Hermione looked down at her plate of food, "I know. I don't know what it is about him that ticks me off so much. I feel like I always have to prove him wrong or something."

"Well, learn to control your temper. We should just not talk about Draco for a while. He's a boring subject already."

Hermione nodded.

Unfortunately for Harry, during the next few weeks, all Hermione could talk about was Draco. She shared everything that happened with her two best friends, never catching on that whenever she mentioned Draco, Harry would get uncharacteristically quiet.

Next thing Hermione knew and a month had passed. She, Ron and Harry were walking down to Hogsmeade for the first Hogsmeade visit of the year.

Hermione was complaining to them about the latest thing Draco had done to effectively tick her off saying, "I swear, the boy is infuriating! All he ever does is challenge me with everything. I'll be damned if he doesn't disagree with me just because I said it."

"Can we please stop talking about Draco?" asked Harry. "He's all we ever talk about and I'm getting annoyed with it."

Hermione was taken aback. She timidly asked, "I don't talk about him all the time, do I?"

She looked at Ron who just shrugged, so she looked at Harry.

"Yeah, you do. It's always Draco did this and Draco did that and Draco got me detention and Draco got me in trouble and Draco blah blah blah!"

"Well, I just thought-"

"No, Hermione. I'm so sick of hearing about that blonde-haired idiot. I just… leave me alone, okay. I'm just going to hang out by myself today."

Harry turned and stalked off.

"Harry, wait!" Hermione shouted after him.

"Fuck-off Hermione!" she heard him say.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She turned to look at Ron and found herself staring at Lavender Brown glued to Ron's lips. She didn't even know when Lavender had walked up. To be honest, the speed from which Ron had gone from standing there alone to kissing was quite impressive. Still…

Hermione sniffed, "Ron?"

He looked down at Lavender then back at Hermione and said, "Sorry, Hermione. I'm spending the day with Lavender. Bye."

He continued down the street with a smiling Lavender wrapped around his arm.

Hermione stood in shock for a few moments for that was the first time in a long time that her two best friends had abandoned her. Not knowing what else to do, Hermione found herself seated at the bar of the Three Broomsticks with a butterbeer in her hand. She was thinking about what a crazy direction her life had turned ever since the term had started. Harry wasn't talking to her, Ron ditched her, she'd gotten house points taken away from her, she'd been to detention and the cause of it all was some stupid boy who enjoyed humiliating her.

Just then she heard Malfoy's voice say, "Go away, Pansy!"

Hermione mumbled to herself, "Speaking of the devil…"

She looked behind her and saw Draco entering the Three Broomsticks, kicking an overly clingy Pansy off of him. Hermione smiled at the sight and turned back to her glass of butterbeer. Five minutes later and Draco had apparently gotten rid of Pansy. She saw him sit a few seats away from her and order two shots of firewhiskey from the bartender.

He looked over at her and sarcastically asked, "Long day, Granger?"

She sighed and said, "Can't you just leave me alone?"

He completely ignored her question and instead he said, "Merlin, Granger. You're drinking a butterbeer? Really? Drink a real drink for Christ's sake."

She sneered, "I don't drink hard liquor."

He raised his eyebrows at her and said, "Yeah, you're right. You probably couldn't handle it anyway, pussy."

Hermione knew he was just bating her, but the competitor inside her was dying to prove him wrong.

She look at the bartender and said, "One shot of firewhiskey, please."

As soon as it was in front of her, she threw it down and said, "There, I drank it."

"What, do you want a cookie or something? It was just one shot."

He quickly drank his two and asked the bartender for two more, which he slammed instantly.

The bartender asked, "Would you just like the bottle?"

Draco nodded and slid it over to Hermione who grabbed it and poured another shot.

She drank it and said, "There."

He smirked, "Good for you, but you're still two behind from me."

He poured another shot and said, "Three."

"Why is everything always a competition with you?" she shouted, slamming another shot.

"You always start it!" he shouted backing, swallowing two shots.

"I do not! Why does it matter to you, anyway?" she asked, matching his two shots.

"Because, I'll never be equal to a mudblood. I'm better than you." he retorted, taking three more shots and making the total ten.

She took one shot then said, "It's funny then, that you always have trouble beating me. Besides, this wasn't even about that. You said I wouldn't be able handle it and well, I handled it, so thank you very much!"

She quickly drank the four more shots that would allow her to equal the ten that Draco had taken and stood from the bar to leave.

Neither of them had the slightest comprehension of just how drunk they were, for as soon as Hermione was upright, she immediately toppled to the ground.

"Ha, Granger!" shouted Malfoy, "You can't hold your liquor! I win!"

He pointed at her while laughing and made to stand and leave. However, when he tried, he followed in Hermione's footsteps and fell down right next to her.

"Hehehehe," Hermione giggled drunkenly, "You're not doing so hot, yourself."

"Bullshit. I'm fine." He mumbled, right before letting out a loud belch.

"Pssh!" said Hermione, waving her hand in the air, "You're not fine. You're… unfine."

"Is that even a word?" he wondered aloud.

"Sure it is. I said it!"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Why are you still here?" she asked him, unable to move.

"Just staying to make sure you're okay." He blurted.

"That's not true!" she said, extremely high-pitched, "You hate me! You just can't stand up. Ha ha ha!"

"Na-uh!"

"Get off your ass and leave, then." She challenged.

He giggled, "My ass? Sounds like sexual harassment to me."

She raised her eyebrows at him and asked, "Now why on earth would I sexually harass you?"

He rolled over so his face was an inch away from hers before he answered, "Because you want me, Granger."

"Na-uh, Malfoy, you're dru-"

Hermione's words were cut off by Draco's lips upon her. It was a swift kiss, his lips touching hers for only a second or two. Hermione lay on the floor, her hair askew and her face flushed pink from too much liquor. She took a few deep breaths and tried to steady herself, her eyes never leaving Draco's. Just as he began to pull away, Hermione reached up and pulled his face back down, reconnecting their lips.

How they got back to their dormitory, Hermione never found out, but the next thing she knew, she and Draco were up against his door, her legs wrapped around his waist and kissing like there was no tomorrow. Draco's hand found the door handle and the door swung open. He stumbled over to the bed and threw Hermione on it. As soon as he did, Hermione grabbed him and pulled him down next to her. His found the bottom of her shirt and lifted it off of her.

Just as his hand landed on her breast, she stopped kissing him and breathlessly asked, "Malfoy, are we really going to do this?"

He took one quick glance at her lace bra and said, "Oh hell yeah," before kissing her once again.

Hermione's hands drifted down to Draco's pants as he focused on her extremely perky breasts. She unbuckled his trousers with remarkable coordination (considering her drunken state) and pulled them off. Once his pants were on the floor and she had successfully removed his boxers, she stumbled off of the bed.

Draco looked at her questioningly and asked, "What are you doing?"

Not entirely herself, Hermione smirked and seductively whispered, "You're about to find out."

She knelt to the ground and covered his length with her mouth, bringing Draco insane amounts of pleasure. When he was near his own release, she stopped and was pleased to hear a groan of disapproval from Draco. Hermione stood and made to remove her still buckled jeans. Draco beat her to it, though, fully undressing her with impressive speed. Unable to wait any longer, he shoved her against the wall as hard as he could, reconnecting their lips and easily sliding into her. Hermione's hands were gripping Draco's back as he thrust into her repeatedly, moving at a steady pace. She wrapped her legs around him and did her best to match his rhythm. As he pushed harder and harder the pace quickened, the intensity increased and he came inside her with a loud groan. Hermione's release came seconds after, leaving the two of them in synchronized bliss. As they came down from their orgasms, they slowly sank down to the floor.

After a few minutes, Hermione looked over at Draco who was wearing a very confused expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You should go." he responded in a cold tone.

Hermione was still fuzzy-minded from the liquor and didn't quite comprehend what he had said.

She asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean you should leave. Now."

She nodded, "Yeah, I heard that but… why?"

He said, "Because I don't want you to think we're dating or something and get all attached."

"Um… date you? Absolutely not, but-"

"See, there it is," he interrupted, "the 'but'!"

She sighed, "All I was going to say was but don't you think after we, well… that, we could at least be friends?"

"No, Granger. Nothing's different. You don't mean anything to me. I used you, got it?"

Hermione's head was starting to pound.

She repeated, "Used me?"

He was shouting now, "Yeah. I used you. You know… you were a quick fuck. A mistake. A drunken accident! Something no one must ever find out about. I'm not sure how many other ways I can put it."

Hermione was hurt, to say the least. She just sat on the floor in shock. Now all she could think of was how stupid she was to have let this happen. She had let herself get played.

Draco's voice pulled her out of her thoughts, "What are you still doing here? GET OUT!"

When she still didn't move, he stood, grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door.

"Maybe I'm still really drunk, but I just don't understand." Hermione whimpered, still naked.

"Don't you get it?" Draco explained, "You're the worst mistake I've ever made. What kind of pureblood gets drunk and fucks a mudblood?"

With that, he slammed the door in her face. Tears welled up in her eyes and she stood to go to her room. She quickly got dressed and walked out of the common room, intent on repaying the bastard…

The next day, Hermione rolled out of bed with a hangover that could slay a walrus. As she came to consciousness and was no longer clouded with sleep, her recollections of the previous night came floating back to her. She remembered her fight with Harry, Ron walking off with Lavender, a LOT of fire whiskey, Draco and… SEX! Oh Dear Merlin, she slept with Malfoy. She then remembered him kicking her out of his room and calling her a mistake or something along those lines.

She looked over at her clock and saw the time. Her first lesson was in twenty minutes. She rolled out of bed and changed clothes, brushed her teeth and headed to her class. When she was on the third floor, she saw Malfoy coming towards her. There he was, walking down the hallway, the epitome of powerhouse suit wearers and ass-hole of the century.

As he passed her, he said, "What's up, mistake?"

Hermione's eyebrows crinkled into an offended frown and he chuckled when he saw her expression. Draco Malfoy or not, that was mean. Thankfully, Hermione had, in her drunken state, gotten him back… and then some. When she saw him disappear around the corner, she quietly began to follow him. She knew that by following him she would miss her first lesson of the day, but seeing his reaction to what she did would be well worth it.

When they had reached the second floor, Hermione witnessed the tear-stained face of Pansy Parkinson walk up to Draco and shout, "Is it true?"

Draco looked utterly confused as he asked, "Is what true?"

Pansy was in absolute hysterics. She cried, "How could you do this to me?"

Draco looked at Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing behind Pansy and asked, "Do either of you two numb-nuts know what she's going on about?"

"We're not talking to you." Crabbe blurted.

"Right," said Draco, "That'll make things simpler."

Pansy was now on the floor in a puddle of her own bodily fluids and muttering incomprehensibly.

A revolted Draco squatted next to her and said, "I really don't know what you're talking about, Pansy."

"How have you not seen it yet?" she screeched, "The whole school has seen it!"

"Well, apparently not, because I haven't!" retorted a now extremely annoyed Draco.

She stood up and whimpered, "Follow me. I'll show you."

Hermione followed as Pansy led Draco to the entryway by the Great Hall. She hid behind a stone statue and quietly watched.

There on the wall were written the words "DRACO MALFOY: SO DESPERATE, HE FUCKED A MUDBLOOD!" in big, bold letters.

Draco pointed at the wall and shouted, "Oh my God!"

Pansy's eyes got huge as she yelled, "It IS true! You bastard!"

Shortly after, Pansy's hand had connected with his cheek in a powerful slap. She gave him on last look and stormed off in the opposite direction.

It was all Hermione could do not to laugh at that very moment. Instead, she waited for the wrath she knew was coming.

Sure enough, from her hiding spot, she heard, "HERMIONE-WHATEVER-THE-BLOODY-HELL-YOUR-MIDDLE-NAME-IS-GRANGER, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

Hermione stepped out from behind her statue and casually waved as his eyes landed on her. The ground shook as he walked over to her. Unfortunately, she couldn't shake the smile that was stuck to her face and she was sure it was only pissing him off more.

"What the hell, Hermione? Why did you do that? That is so fucked up!" he yelled at her.

She glared at him, all jokes aside and hissed, "You could have said, 'let's not do this again' or 'it probably wasn't very wise of us to have done this' but calling me the worst mistake you've ever made and kicking me out of your room whilst I'm naked and seconds after… that's fucked up!"

"You're mad because of that?" he asked.

Hermione stared at him incredulously and said, "DUH! You mess with me, that's what you get, ferret!"

"Yeah," he said sarcastically, "Because writing that on the wall is the same thing as what I did to you! My friends won't even talk to me and you should see how pissed Pansy is!"

Hermione chuckled then said, "I know. I did see."

"You saw?"

"Yeah. She's got quite a slap, doesn't she?"

He took a deep breath and said, "You better leave right now before I-"

She smirked, "Before you what,-"

He interrupted her in a stone cold voice, "Seriously. Leave."

"Fine."

She looked him up and down, turned on her heel and walked right into Professor McGonagall. Upon impact, Hermione stumbled backwards but McGonagall stood still as a stone statue.

A most familiar phrase came out of her mouth, "To my office, please."

For the third time that month, Hermione and Draco followed an extremely angry and no doubt exasperated Professor McGonagall to her office.

When they got to her office, McGonagall took a seat behind her desk and said, "You know the drill."

When Hermione and Draco had taken their seats as well, she began to speak.

"You know, I'm not really quite sure why behavior like this has continued since this would be the third time I've had you two in my office this term. Perhaps revoking your positions as Head Boy and Girl would be an appropriate punishment, but seeing as I've been instructed not to do so by the Headmaster, I'll have to think of something else. Now, would either of you like to share why something so vulgar has been written upon the walls of the school?"

Hermione was staring at her feet as she said, "No, ma'am."

McGonagall looked over at Draco and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

A still infuriated Draco looked over at Hermione, smirked and said, "Professor, I'm terribly sorry but I have nothing to do with this. You see, she's been throwing herself at me ever since term began and I've been using nothing but sheer force of will to keep her nymphomaniac attempts of sex at bay. This is obviously her way of drawing attention to the fact that she wants to do me."

Hermione's chin had hit the floor, her eyes had become the size of grapefruits and she was turning a color that only the word fuchsia could accurately describe.

McGonagall's voice was ice cold as she asked, "Hermione Jean Granger, what is the matter with you?"

Draco turned to Hermione, crossed his arms and delightedly repeated, "Yes, what is the matter with you?"

Hermione looked back at McGonagall, horror written all over her face.

A/N 2: So, I don't know what you guys are going to think about that chapter, but I'm anxious to find out. Was it funny? *sigh* Review please???