Hermione looked out at the view and leaned her hands on the iron railing before her. The summer breeze played through her loose hair as she smiled at the setting sun. Oh, how she loved Paris. She'd spent the whole day wandering through museums, book shops, a few wizard boutiques, and now, to end her perfect day, she was watching the sun set on the Eiffel Tower. Nothing could make this better.

"You look beautiful in the sun, Hermione," a sweet voice said.

She smiled for she knew this was her lover. The one that made her feel as if there wasn't anything she couldn't do. She turned and smiled at the rose he present. She took it and smelled the sweet fragrance. Slowly, Hermione looked up and smiled at the face of-

"Good Morning, Victor," Ginny Weasley said, jumping on Hermione's bed.

Hermione opened her eyes and threw a pillow at the energetic girl. "Go away," she said. "I was having the best dream about Paris and you just fouled it up."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said. "Come on and get up. Breakfast is starting soon."

Hermione pulled a pillow over her face and groaned. "I don't want to face everyone!" she said, though her voice was slightly muffled by the pillow. "Stupid Malfoy."

Ginny pulled the pillow away and pulled Hermione to her feet. "Relax," she said. "No one is going to judge you too harshly. Well, the Slytherins will, but they're always like that. And you shouldn't care either. It's not like it was your first kiss or anything." When Hermione didn't answer, Ginny stopped her movements in the bathroom and poked her head out. "It wasn't your first kiss, was it?" she asked. Hermione's silence and blush answered for her. Loudly. "It was!" Ginny said, rushing up to her friend and giving her a hug. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

Hermione chuckled. "What for?" she asked, patting her friend's back. "It's not that big of a deal." Liar her thoughts shouted at her.

"But it is," Ginny said, pulling away to look at her friend. "A girl's first kiss should mean something. The setting has to be right and you have to love the other person and-and-"

"Says the girl who's first kiss was with Dean in an abandoned hallway," Hermione said, smiling.

Ginny crossed her arms. "That was not my true first kiss. My true first kiss was with Harry in the room of requirements." Her eyes started to get a bit misty and Hermione knew her friend was going to start on some long winded talk.

"Ginny," Hermione said. "Breakfast."

The redhead nodded and stood up. Quickly, they both got dressed and headed down to the Great Hall. They passed a few students, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was as if yesterday hadn't happened. But, the moment they stepped into the Great Hall, they were frozen to the spot.

Flying and levitating around the room, were hundreds of flyers. On the flyers, were moving pictures of Hermione and Draco's ill fated kiss. Hermione grabbed a flyer and watched as her lips crashed with Draco's, and his head hit the ground and she kept moving above him. It repeated and made it look like it was a passionate snog.

Someone shoved Hermione from behind, making her trip and run into the table. She caught herself, but the table had hit her stomach pretty hard. "Watch where you're going, mudblood," Pansy said, walking past the Gryffindor table. Hermione glared at her as she walked by, but said nothing and took her seat between Harry and Ron.

"You shouldn't have to take that crap," Ron said.

Hermione shrugged, watching Pansy and a few other Slytherins glaring at her. "I don't care," she said. "They're just pithy." She looked around and noticed that a lot more students were watching her. "Very few of them are going to believe that the kiss was an accident," she said.

"I don't think so," Harry said, sounding apologetic. Ginny nodded.

Hermione sighed and stared at her eggs. Great. There went that slim piece of popularity she'd worked so hard to earn as Gryffindor's Seeker. Now, no one would see anything but her kissing Malfoy because of a stupid accident. Or was she over reacting?
She sighed and quickly shoved a piece of toast into her mouth. "I'm going to the library," she said. Since it was coming close to Christmas holidays, the teachers had let the students have their time to themselves before they left. Hermione's parents were going on holiday without her and Harry was spending his Christmas with the Weasleys. "I'm going to go start putting together a pile of books that I'll want to read over the holidays."

Ron looked up. "We'll really miss you," he said. Usually, that came from Harry, but he was whispering something to Ginny.

Hermione gave a weak smile and left. Since so many people would start seeing her as the book worm again, she might as well start acting like it. She knew it was petty to be so caught up with how people viewed her, but, hey! She was a teenager. A teenage girl who had worked hard to get good grades and to be the best on the team. She'd never had a boyfriend because of her past title and she was feeling damned mad that her first kiss had to be a no good, two bit, ferret faced Slytherin git!

Hermione huffed up the steps to the library, but paused on a spiraling staircase to watch the students leave from a window. It had snowed last night, apparently, for there was a few feet of snow on the ground and more falling. But she could see the clear outline of the students as they ran out into the snow. A few brave first years started a snow ball fight, probably believing they would win. But they were quickly trounced by the other years.

Hermione leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, giggling as she watched the fight continue. She remembered when she, Ron, and Harry had been faced against the other Weasley siblings one holiday. It had started out just against Ginny, Fred, and George, but they had been soon joined by Bill, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley. The Golden Trio had lost. Big time. But they had all had fun and gone in for hot chocolate and cookies by Mrs. Weasley. She wouldn't be joining them this year, though. Her smile dimmed a bit.

Draco came down the stairs in a brooding mood. Stupid McGonagall had wanted to see him about something and had made him late for breakfast. Well, on the bright side, he wouldn't have to see Pansy off. Every Christmas break, she would throw herself at him and kiss his cheek. He knew it was just to make him angry.

And he wouldn't have to see that filthy mudblood, either; she was surly going with the Weasel and Potty to that cramped shoebox they called the Burrow. Draco had been furious after the game yesterday, locking himself up in his room. He hadn't let anyone in, even the guys that shared his room with him. That filthy piece of mud had kissed him. Kissed him! He'd had to wash his mouth out twenty times just to get the feeling of her lips off his. And he didn't want to have to face what would await him when he reached breakfast. Didn't matter if he was late though, huh? He wasn't going anywhere this holiday.

As he turned the corner, he saw a red faced Granger stomping up the stairs. Draco didn't know what was up her bum, but it served her right. Suddenly, she stopped and looked out a window. Her bad mood faded away and her body relaxed. Slowly, she leaned against the wall, crossed her arms and let out something Draco never thought he'd hear from the stuck up book worm's mouth. A giggle. And not a fake giggle Pansy used to annoy him. It was a giggle that made Draco stare for a moment. It sounded both happy and sad. Like she was remembering something happy and morning it at the same time.

"Hey, mudblood!" Draco shouted, stepping closer. Granger jumped and looked up. When her eyes landed on him, her shields went up. Her body stiffened and reminded Draco of when she was flying. She would tense up then, too. He'd tried to use that against her in the game, but, obviously, it hadn't worked.

"What?" she growled.

He stopped in front of her and sneered. "What the hell was with yesterday?" he said.

She sighed in frustration and said, "Not you, too. You're going to bring that damned kiss up? First Ron, then Ginny, and those damned flyers." She looked up and yelled, "Why must everyone make a big deal out of a damned kiss that was a complete accident?" She brushed past Draco and continued up the stairs.

Draco stood on the stairs, a bit dazed. He didn't know what she meant about flyers, but there was one thing he'd learned today. Mudblood could really blow her top. A smile appeared on his face, and he continued to the Great Hall, a bit happier at the knowledge. Then, when he walked into the almost empty Great Hall, he knew what she meant about flyers.

AN: Who liked the blow up? Huh? Come on, raise your hand. You know you liked it. Lol. I had fun writing it. And who hasn't felt what Hermione's going through? Sigh. Poor teenagers. Oh, well. I'll get back to writing the next chapter. Thank for reviewing!