Thanks for the reviews! I was inspired to write the second chapter, so here you all are!
So sorry for the painfully short chapters. They'll get longer as time goes on, most likely.

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters or places or along those lines. All I pretty much own is the plot. The rest belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter Two

Nothing as Blissful

With the first day at Hogwarts slowly drawn from his memory, Draco learned to just avoid Hermione at all costs. The only thing he had to worry about was being with her in class and in the hallways. Although Draco was never the one to avoid a confrontation to annoy people, he had to stay away. He already scared her off the first night. Why in Merlin's name would he want to again?

Just as he thought things were getting better, the said person who was causing these problems appeared in front of him practically on a silver platter a week later since that dreadful night.

Okay, so, silver platter wasn't a necessary term to use. Hermione bumped into him, dropping all of her books, and in her stunned defenselessness, almost fell down herself, if Draco hadn't caught her by her waist.

"Whoa, Granger," he drawled. "Be more careful, would you?"

By the time Hermione looked up, she was as red as a tomato. She muttered something incoherent under her breath and stooped down to pick up her belongings.

After she scooped up her books, she tried to sidestep Draco to just be on her merry way, but of course that wouldn't happen. He stepped in front of her.

"Oh, so, you aren't going to acknowledge me now?" Draco all but sneered at the girl in front of him. "I still exist. You can't pretend I fell off the face of the Earth."

"I can pretend as much as I'd like until I can't anymore, Malfoy," Hermione hissed, keeping her eyes on the ground. "Now if you'll excuse me…"

She pretty much pushed him out of the way, heading towards the Library to turn in her books and get new ones. Draco wasn't going to just let her go, of course, so he quietly stalked a good distance behind her.

Once Hermione reached the Library, she began to walk in between the isles looking for the places to return her books. When she finished floating up her last book, she started her search for new books of her interest. When she found at least five, she sat down at her favorite spot in the back of the Library as she always does. She remembered vaguely that dinner was in about half an hour and that she shouldn't miss it, which she reminded herself not to, and she opened up one of her more intriguing books, making herself comfortable, and began to dive into it.

She had no clue that she was being silently observed from a short distance away; silver eyes scanning every expression on her face, every move she made. Draco found it was very fascinating watching what she was feeling about a certain part she was reading. He could tell the way her eyebrows scrunched up that she was confused or she read something she didn't know; or when her expression seemed completely relaxed, as it usually did when she lost herself within deep concentration and content.

It was between all these observations that Draco found himself more obsessed with the girl. He couldn't possibly tell her how he felt, now could he? It'd just make things worse seeing as they finally got back on speaking terms, even if it's just a sentence a day. It's better than nothing, Draco thought bitterly to himself.

He then realized the time and that dinner was in 10 minutes. He slowly strolled up to where Hermione sat and gently poked her on her shoulder. She jumped slightly at the touch and looked up in a scrutinizing sort of way.

"What is it, Malfoy?" Hermione asked; a bit annoyed at being torn away from her book.

"I just thought that you'd like to know that dinner has almost started," Draco answered. Just because I pretend to not care about you doesn't mean I really don't. He sighed sadly.

"Oh, um, thanks, I suppose," she stuttered, perplexed as to why it would matter to him if she knew or not. Instead of pondering on that thought, she moved to collect her things and stuffed them into her bag. Then she stood up and was about to step around Draco when he stepped in front of her, again.

He gently grabbed her chin and tilted it up, forcing her to look into his eyes as he said "It's my pleasure," in the most sincere way he could.

Hermione looked absolutely baffled and her knees almost gave way at the look of desire and longing in Draco's eyes. All too quickly, however, he released her and moved aside to let her go by freely.

Oh Merlin, this is going to be the stupidest thing I'll ever do and it may be the end of me, but… Hermione thought as she quickly went up to Draco, stood on her tiptoes, and oh so softly and gently pressed a kiss against his lips. He stood there for a good three seconds before registering the fact that Hermione Granger was kissing him. He slowly kissed her back. She pulled away too quickly for his liking, wide eyed and flushed.

"Oh Gods, I'm sorry. I-I don't know what came—" she stammered out an apology and was interrupted by Draco.

"No, it's fine. Don't blame yourself; if you wouldn't have done it, I would have," He whispered softly; honestly.

"Well, um, I'm just-just going to go to dinner now," Hermione choked out, hurrying past Draco and out of the Library, speeding up to the Great Hall.

Draco was as flushed and confused as ever. He realized that kissing Hermione Granger brought blissfulness. He honestly thought nothing could be as blissful as her lips against his in a most desirable yet innocent, beautiful kiss. I would have never thought that she would make me feel this way; a way that I've never felt before, even in my wildest dreams.

He was still deep in thought as he walked the long way down to the dungeons to get ready for bed. He wasn't really hungry for dinner and he wanted to keep the most amazing kiss of his life in his memory as he went to sleep, in hopes of dreaming of it again, throughout the whole night. And once he fell asleep, it was the most calming slumber he's ever had in a long time.