"Stop kissing the air."

"Mmm?" Why would Granger say that? I'm not kissing the air. "Hermione, what?" i mumble unthinkingly under my breath.

"Drake, mate. You've officially lost it."

"Don't call me that." I'm on the edge of sleep, I now I realise it's Blaise talking.

"Fine, but now everyone in the class probably thinks you're in love with -" My arm reflexively whacks him. I think I hit his face.

"Ow."

"What, did someone hit you?"

"Wake up," he spits. "As your friend, I beg you."

"I'm awake," I murmur.

"All the way."

"Go all the way? But I thought..." I trail off, not really comprehending what I'm saying. I'm still only thinking of Granger.

"Drake!"

"What?" I start, flinging my head off my desk, sitting up, suddenly aware.

Everyone's staring at me.

"It's a good thing Granger left the room before that. Had to run and get a book for the Professor," Blaise grumbles.

"Twenty points from Slytherin," McGonagal says, though an amused grin plays on her lips.

"What'd I do?" I ask Blaise urgently, completely oblivious to anything I'd done wrong.

Just then, Granger walks into the classroom, carrying a rather large book.

Suddenly, pretty much everyone's snickering.

Bewildered, I look back to Blaise. Even he looks like he's trying to hold in laughter.

What the bloody hell did I do?

Also looking confused, Granger walks to give McGonagal her book, then goes back to her desk. On her way back, our eyes lock. She furrows her eyebrows, mouthing, "What?"

I shrug, frowning,

She sits, and McGonagal starts her talking again.

"If someone doesn't tell me what the hell I did in the class, I'm beating the shit out of you tonight in your sleep."

Blaise just laughs. "McGonagal made us take vows of silence before I woke you."

"Did I actually fall asleep?"

"Yeah. And you talk in your sleep, just thought I'd say. And kiss, too apparently. Quite an enjoyable show," He finishes, annoying short laughs interrupting his words.

"And what the hell's a 'vow of silence?' "

"Mainly to protect you, believe it or not. So no one tells Granger."

"But what about telling me? I'm the one who did it! If I'm getting laughed at, I'd like to know why!"

"Let's just say you mumbled her proper name quite a few times, and you were making kissy faces."

"God," I groan. "And why, pray tell, did you not wake me, I dunno, sooner?"

"Whoa, no need to get all up in a rage, it was funny."

"What, so, did you draw attention to me?" I ask sardonically. "Because everyone enjoys a laugh."

"Um, actually -"

"What?" Yeah, now I'm pretty narked.

"It was funny!" Blaise tries defending himself.

I growl as we walk into the Potions classroom.

"You are dead shit," I hiss, glad Zabini and I aren't partners. In Slughorn's random, "I'm picking partners by using slits on a piece of paper in a jar" method, Blaise was paired with Weaslette. I wouldn't be surprised if that's who he's with now. He doesn't give a crap about blood status, never has. So long as the girl's pretty and is good at snogging, he's after her.

I throw my Potions book on the table next to Camille Johnson's. She's some Slytherin I'd not heard of before, and hardly talk to now anyway. As my partner, though, she isn't bad. Smart enough at Potions, doesn't really talk. I normally lead the projects we have; it is my best subject.

She flinches away from me, sensing my bad mood. Tugging at the green beanie hat on her head, she slouches over her own book. Good.

I'm anxiously turning my Potions book back and forth between my hands. Class is about to end, and I'm thinking of beating Blaise with the book. I'm still furious, and my mood made me screw up our potion (aggravating me further), so now Camille's mad at me, too. Which makes me mad at her. Well, that, and she flicked gecko bone dust at me so it looked like I had bad dandruff. I think I brushed most of it off, but it took a lot not to dump the boiling (and likely acidic because of my mistake) potion over her head.

The moment Slughorn says the word "dismissed", I'm out of my seat, and out the door.

"Wait! Drake!" Blaise.

I'm almost unaware of ripping the book in my hands in half.

"What?" I snarl when he reaches me.

"Whoa, your book."

"I'll get a new one." I throw the remains at him.

"You know if Granger does hear about what happened in class, she'll probably think it's some odd but cruel way of teasing her."

"So?"

"Calm down, mate."

I just glare ahead, marching to no place specifically.

"So," Blaise continues, "if you actually do like her, which is pretty doubtless by now, you're doing yourself no favors."

"So what do you suggest I do?" I ask slowly.

"Be friendly. And drop the rage. It's not a good look."

"Apparently, my best look is that of a Muggle," I grumble.

"What?"

I shrug. "A while ago on a Saturday, I dressed in Muggle clothes and my hair was all messed up. She said that was a 'good look' for me."

"Then dress like that every weekend!"

"Why?"

"She'll notice. Maybe she thinks you look good like that. Ya know, because she kind of said so."

I consider that in silence.

"Where are you going?"

I shrug my shoulders again.

"What about lunch?"

"Not hungry."

Raising eyebrows, Blaise walks away from me.

Thank God.

I stand distractedly in front of the bathroom mirror, deliberately not hearing the pounds on the door and the shouts from the other side. I'm wearing a red tank top that I found at the bottom of my trunk and dark blue jeans. I run my hands repeatedly back through my hair, trying to get the right messed up look. Yes. It must be perfectly screwed up. I straighten the shirt after sliding on my lightweight white jacket, then make a kind of girly move - spraying a cloud of cologne in the air, I step through it, resisting the urge to shake my head. Glancing one last time at my reflection, I stride out of the bathroom, letting the impatient delinquents in.

It's Saturday morning, around eight. Feeling quite satisfied with my appearance, my walk to the Great Hall is more of a strut. In an odd burst on confidence, I go straight to the Gryffindor table, grabbing a peach out of a glass bowl. Just my luck (and I mean this literally), Granger is right in front of the peach bowl. Okay, fine, my first instinct was to go to the apples, but Granger's here, not there.

Bringing the peach to my mouth, I wink at Granger, taking the the fact that she also happens to be wearing a red top. To my immense satisfaction, her cheeks turn a light pink, but she says nothing as I walk to the Slytherin table.

I find a seat alone, facing the Gryffindor table and throwing the peach back and forth between my hands. I grin across the room at Granger, and she catches my smile. The look she gives back is confused. I contemplate wither sticking my tongue out or licking my lips. I settle for sticking my tongue out and waving. I see her snort, and, shaking her head, look down. A moment later, she glances back up, smiling slightly. I bite my lip, turning my gaze flirty. She rolls her eyes, but they return to me. She takes her turn sticking her tongue out and waving, copying my earlier actions. I mouth, "Morning." She mouths it back, then goes again to her food. Well. That was a surprisingly pleasant reaction from her.

That's it.

I like Granger, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Therefore, today I make my move. Damn it, she's gonna love me.

Step one: approach her.

She's sitting under my tree again. I grin. I can't help but winder if she's sitting there on purpose. Hm. My tree. Our tree? Sounds nice. I walk to her, pushing the sleeves of my jacket to my elbows. She looks up and see me walking toward her; she flashes a polite grin. I send back a full-on smile. She blinks, looking back down at the book in her lap. Always with the books.

I lean against the tree, looking down at what she's reading. Shakespeare, I recognize. His sonnets.

Step two: talk to her.

"Hello, Granger," I murmur.

"Hello." she doesn't look up from her book.

I sit next to her, starting to read to myself. Still staring at the pages, Granger says, "You finished with the page, Drake? I'm about to turn it."

"Mmhm." I nod. Leaning closer, I whisper in her ear, "And don't call me that."

I smirk when she blushes. Clearing her throat, she says quickly, "Yes, good, fine." She flips the page harshly.

Step three: flirt (or do something similar).

Her fringe is clipped back, but other than that, her hair is loose around her shoulders. I pick a curl and play with it, ignoring the book now.

"What are you doing, Malfoy?" she asks, still not looking at me.

"Mm? Nothing." I twirl the lock in my fingers. "Your hair smells nice."

"The hell, Draco?"

Why Draco suddenly? Eh, I like it.

"Seriously, Malfoy, what?"

"What, what?"

She finally looks at me. Then her hand cups my cheeks, and her lips are brushing against mine. It's soft and barely anything, but it shocks the shit out of me. She pulls back slightly, then presses her lips back to mine three short times before standing with her Shakespeare book under her arm. She smirks, sticking her tongue out at me teasingly, then walks away, leaving me frozen and wide eyed. Taking a deep breath, I push a hand back through my hair, breathing, "Holy shit." Why is my heart beating so fast? And, oh, God, my cheeks are burning. That did not flipping go as planned. Step four would've been kiss her, and five, get her to kiss me back. Instead, she freaks me out by kissing me, and leaving my brain in a state of numbness.

And did she do that just to get me to stop? Or does she actually like me? I mean, she has been smiling at me and things, but still... Now I'm confused. Now I'm very, very confused.

She kissed me. Oh my God, she kissed me.

He laughs. I'm sure I look close to horrified, and so he laughs.

"What?" he asks. "You look like you just saw your mother snogging a goblin."

"Ew. Thanks. And no."

"Then what is it? You seriously look like a madman."

"She -" I glance self-consciously over my shoulder. "She... Mate, she kissed me!"

Blaise's features twist to an amused and somewhat unbelieving expression, and he smiles suspiciously. "Granger?"

"Yeah, she -"

"And, wait, wait, she kissed you and not the other way around?"

"Yes," I whisper, still kind of freaked.

He laughs. Again. "What kind of kiss was it, eh?"

"What does that mean?"

"Even get to tongue?"

"No," I huff. "It was really... almost not there. It was really... soft. And gentle, and -"

"Nice job, mate. I bet you did nothing but stand there paralyzed as she kissed you."

"I didn't," I grumble. "It was kind of out of no where, you know!"

"So wha'cho gonna do next?"

"Huh?"

"I bet you'll try to snog her, and she'll hit you and be all, 'Malfoy! I only kissed you before to shut you up, bloody ferrret!' " He laughed at his own impression, not realising the effect that statement has on me. I'm worried that's the case already, I don't need an external source suggesting that she does still loathe me. Zabini says something else, still laughing. I ignore him, glaring ahead. There she is. I want to shout at her, tell her she's driving me insane. She's at the other end of the hall; I want to walk closer, but Blaise is doubled over in laughter at something he said. I go slowly on without him. She's talking to that Wealette, and she Weasel's laughing at Granger. Granger's blushing, scowling at Wealette, and the ginger's giggling through her hands. Why does this seem like a girly version of what just happened between Blaise and I? I can only hope... Granger stares at her feet, and Wealette mutters something, the look on her face suggestive, and Granger's cheeks redden even further.

"Wait, Drake!"

I, myself, pay no mind to Blaise calling after me. On the other hand, Granger's head snaps up, and she stares in my direction. She catches sight of me, and I grin. She sticks her tongue out, but smiles after. Is this a new thing with her or something? I hope it is, it's quite cute. I walk past her, and I hear she Weasel call, "Hi-i-i-i-i-i-i, Drakey!"

Granger mutters a "shut up" to her, and I laugh.

HEYYYYYYYY!

Hi! Hi!

Okay, so the ending's basically crap (I had no idea how to finish off this chapter... Obviously), but isn't this cool? I last updated, like, two days ago! And I'm updating already! Isn't this weird?

So what I'm thinking right now is, "MYGOSHFINALLYSOMEDRAMIONE". But, really, it's your guys' thoughts that matter. This, their first kiss, that is, kinda tied in with the little "Insanity?" OneShot I have under Dramione, Drabble Form... I did that on purpose...

Anyway, hai. Again. I'm bored, so this is basically meaningless; I could type forever on things that mean nothing right here, you know? That's kinda what I'm doing... I suggest you stop reading this A/N and I stop writing it. Agreed? *hand shake* Agreed.

See you in the next chapter!