A/N: Long time, no update, yes, I know. This is sort of blah, but I promise the next chapter will be better. I'm still not quite sure where I'm going with this...I do have ideas, but it's taking a while to figure out how to put it in words. Summer vacation has been since June...something and I graduated high school. Yay college!

Hermione stalked off towards the library, the place that had always comforted her. This time her visit was not out of sadness, but of anger. She needed a place to calm down. She kept picturing Malfoy's face. So smug, with that annoying smirk of his. Only Malfoy, she decided, could manage to look so pleased with himself after kissing someone he hated so much.

And he had done it to embarrass her-no, to humiliate her. To ruin her, to spoil her name with rumors of a unrequited love. There was no way in hell Hermione would have let him do that. 'So I fought back. There's nothing wrong with that.'

Maybe there was nothing wrong with that, but Hermione did realize that although Malfoy and herself knew the true reason for actions, no one else did..There would be a lot of talk and rumors from now on. They had been rather passionate after all. She blushed, despite herself.

It was all Malfoy's fault. Now she would get questions from her friends, questions she would not be able to answer. 'How could I explain this thing with Malfoy? I don't even know what to call it.' Hermione knew that if she were to explain to Harry and Ron what was going on, Ron would beat Malfoy up. It wasn't as if the idea of Malfoy's face broken wasn't appealing. It was that Hermione wanted revenge. And she wanted to do it on her own. She would settle this thing with Malfoy, show him that she was, in fact, better than him. She, a mere "mudblood" in his eyes, would best him. And then she would watch him fall.

With those thoughts running through her head, she began to relax. Malfoy would get it, and for now she could rest. Hermione sat down at her favorite table, near the back where she always was able to read in peace. She picked out her favorite book, Hogwarts, A History, and began to read. Reading had always been escape, where she could lose herself in the words and forget about her problems, if only for a little while. And for that moment, Hermione forgot all about Malfoy and her plans of revenge.

Malfoy strolled down the corridors arrogantly, making sure to shove all the tiny first years that passed him, just because he could.

A little Hufflepuff girl started to cry when he shoved her. "You're such a baby, Jones! All you HufflePuffs make me sick! You guys suck! Slytherin rocks," said an equally tiny Slytherin first year. Malfoy gave him an appraising look at him as he passed.

He had just made out with one of his most hated enemies. Hermione Granger was slowly becoming number 1 on the list of people he hated the most.

And he had loved it.

No, he wasn't romantically attracted to her-he couldn't stand her..He hated her. She wasn't attractive. Her hair was so bushy it probably couldn't be brushed at all. Her eyes were too big and a boring dull brown color. Her body-of course he didn't look at her body, what body, she doesn't have...

Malfoy shook his head as if to clear it of dangerous thoughts

He loved the way she looked at him just before he had kissed her for the first time. She thought she was so tough, but he detected a bit of nervousness, a bit of fear. He loved seeing past her know-it-all attitude. He loved the fact that he scared her a little. It made him feel powerful. He loved the way she had attacked him back, but it was all in vain for he was the one who won in the end. He loved everything about it-except the person who the lips belonged to. 'Mudblood Granger. I better go wash my mouth out later. For now, I want to savor the taste of victory.'

'Take that, Granger!' Oh, she thought she was so smart, but he showed her in the end.

He did realize that his fellow Slytherins would have questions, and he didn't know how he would answer them. 'What should I say, "Oh, I just kissed my worst enemy several times because I wanted to humiliate her, I quite enjoyed the feeling because she was so nervous and I like making her mask of perfection slip, I don't regret a thing and I'd do it again just to make her angry? Who would believe that? Though it is the truth...'

Wait. He was the prince of Slytherin. He didn't have to answer to anyone.

Malfoy smiled at this thought, and shoved a second year Ravenclaw just as he approached the Slytherin Common room.