Muahahahaha! Part two of my scheming. Fair warning, I do ship Dramione,so... yea. This had to occur. thanks for reading! 3

To kiss a ferret

Draco Malfoy watched in amusement as Granger strode past him, head buried in another book. She didn't even notice him, which must have been incredibly hard to do, for by his standards (which were the only ones that mattered) he was looking quite dashing that evening. What was so important that she couldn't even stop for some light-hearted bantering with everyone's favorite slytherin? He threw a glance over his shoulder. Crabbe and Goyle seemed occupied with an angry Madame Pince... Hmmmmm...

Hermione walked between the shelves of the Hogwarts library, absorbed in a wizard folk tales novel. They were actually quite interesting. Let's see, another turn to the right, 50 paces straight and another left should bring her right to her favorite armchair. Ever since that mistletoe incident in the Common room yesterday, Hermione was resolute not to spend her time there and instead chose to seek solace in her favorite place. No one would bug the Gryffindor here.

Draco held held back a chuckle as he watched the bushy-haired bookworm plop into an old leather chair without so much as looking around at her surroundings. That in itself seemed normal; she was absorbed in a book, after all. What was hilarious was the sprig of mistletoe hanging right above the chair. How perfect! Now, how could Draco use this oppurtunity to his advantage...

He could
A) Leave. No one was going to find her back
B) Tease her, maybe toss a few mudblood comments in for good measure... then kiss her himself. It would infuriate Potter and Weasel-bee, and maybe get Granger in a feisty mood. He let his eyes rake over her body. That actually might be the funner of the two options... ( And more enjoyable. When had Granger grown up?)

Draco took his sweet time, slowly leaning up against the nearest bookshelf and crossing his legs. Might as well be comfortable.
"Well well well, look what the night troll dragged in." He sneered, waiting for a response. He got what he wanted. Hermione's head snapped up, her caramel-colored hair flying everywhere.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" She arched an eyebrow,clearly not amused.

"My dear little mudblood, I am the highest caliber of Slytherin there is. Far above you and your petty Gryffindor goonies." Petty? Hermione gritted her teeth, doing her best to calm down. She'd never seen anyone this far back in the library before, so why was he here bugging her now? All she needed was a bit of peace and quiet.

"I repeat, what are you doing here? If you do not have a sufficient answer besides trying to evoke my nerves, please leave me be."

"To be blunt, I'm here to possibly save your life." Draco felt a zing of pleasure as her brow furrowed against him.

"What in the name of Godric do you mean?"

He lazily pointed a finger, gesturing above her head."Look up." She tilted her head backwards and her mouth popped open to a small 'O'. Hermione murmured something unintelligible, but to Draco it sounded like she was cursing.

"Strong words for the Gryffindor princess."

"Aw, shut it Malfoy." She paused. "You don't suppose any one else is coming this way, do you?"

"Nope." He said with a smirk. Hermione internally groaned. She was stuck to this armchair until someone braved the maze that was the library and actually kissed her...unless...

"Malfoy, come over here."

"Why should I?"

She exhaled loudly."Look, I've got one option. No one ever comes back here. So get over here and kiss this 'frumpy mudblood' before I accio your ferret-y arse."

His eyes widened, bad memories from 4th year flashing through his head.

"And contaminate myself?"

"You can always scourgify your mouth if you seriously find a simple kiss all that unpleasant."
He was frozen in indecision. Draco wondered why on earth he had followed the girl in the first place.

"Don't expect me to enjoy this Granger. You probably don't even reach the standards of a decent snog."

"I'm on the same page,Malfoy. Don't you forget that."

He stalked forward as she moved the book from her lap onto the arm of the chair. This was going to be the weirdest experience of his Hogwarts career. What would his father say if he somehow heard about this? Well, he was in front of her chair... now, what? Her legs were curled up beneath the rest of her body, and she was leaning away from him, into the leather. This was the closest he'd ever been to Granger. He moved to lower himself to his knees and she flinched slightly. Was she actually scared of him?

"Come on Granger, I don't bite."

She looked up at him with big brown eyes, and something inside Draco flip-flopped.
"You've injured me plenty of times in the past. Why would you stop now?" Was he really that cruel to her? Hmmm...

"Consider this a Christmas present then, alright? A... a peace offering of sorts. For the holiday at least." What? This didn't make any sense to Hermione. In fact, it was kind of nuts to Draco too.
Draco reached out and pulled her face close to his. "I don't have to do this you know," Salazar, her breath smelled like candied apples. "I could leave you here." Hermione couldn't have that. she mightlove the library, but being stuck forever in one would be terrible.

She closed the space between them, crashing her lips to his thin ones, expecting it to be quick. Instantly, Draco was overwhelmed with her scent and wanted more of it. More, More, MORE. His eyes fluttered shut. There was no way he was releasing this girl. His hands tangled in her soft hair, pulling her closer, closer, and Hermione found herself pulling the Slytherin onto the chair with her, moving onto her knees. There was no logic behind this. Lips and hearts moved in sync as they adjusted to fit on the chair, bodies pressed to one another, eyes shut. Draco's tongue slipped out and wet her bottom lip, and she responded eagerly with an open mouth. He barely registered her fingers gripping the back of his shirt collar; rather, the blonde was preoccupied with her soft tongue playing with his. He grinned as she pulled away for breath, moaning as she did so. "Draco?" she asked breathily. "What-" He shot up and jumped out of the chair, knocking over her book as he did so. Reality hit him hard. What just happened?

Her face reflected his shock. Did she just exchange SPIT with Malfoy? Merlin forbid... her fingers reached up and gingerly felt her lips. Draco watched on in silence as fingertips danced over slightly swollen lips. He, Draco Malfoy, had done that to Granger. He felt like an exploding mess of contradictions. I've got to get out of .

"Merry Christmas, Granger." He managed to get out before taking an uncertain step watched as he turned on his heel and bolted out of there, undone tie flapping in the air. She didn't move for what seemed like eternity.

That could have not just happened. Nope.