A/N1: Ohhhhh dang! I'm good. I totally didn't wait long at-freaking-all to update! I was planning on waiting until March 9th. See, so reviews DO motivate me to update really really quickly, I'm not just saying that! Keep reviewing!

Disclaimer:(sighs) Not mine.

Note: Ok, in some previous reviews I remember comments about needing more conflict between Draco and Hermione; and how they can't just automatically be all nice and love-y dove-y because they are soul-mates. So that is why this plot twist of misplaced anger exists. They will have conflict because of this, but I'm telling you now, they will get over it. So never fear. XD

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XXXXXXXHermioneXXXXXXXX (Sunday morning, going to the Common Room).

Hermione loudly stomped her way back to the Gryffindor common room. To say she was furious would be an understatement, as would saying that she was overreacting...just a bit. She knew that, but what else could she do. She was angry about the whole soul-mate situation and the previous conflict with Ron, and Draco had just happened to be the most convenient way to vent her anger. That ferret chose the wrong freaking time to mess with me. I will get my revenge. Payback is a b(i)tch Malfoy.

She stormed in and startled the crap out of Ginny and Harry who had previously been occupied on the armchair by the fire. They sprang apart at the sound of the portrait slamming.

"Ginny. Come here. Now." Hermione growled dangerously. Glancing quickly back at Harry, she strutted towards her angry friend.

"Yes?"

"Did you spike my punch with firewhiskey?"

"Yep." Ginny said, looking totally nonplussed.

"Why the hell did you do that?"

"I don't know I thought it would be funny. So where were you last night? I lost track of you, and I don't remember you ever coming back to Gryffindor." Harry's eyes widened noticeably.

"Why don't you take a guess Ginny?"

"The library?"

"No, I wish I would have slept in the library, but I didn't. Do you want to know where I was?"

"Yeah sure. Tell me."

"I was in bed...with Malfoy." Harry's eyes bulged and he started spluttering in disbelief. Ginny just smiled as if that was her original plan all along, which it actually was.

"So how far did you get?"

Hermione exploded. "What! That's all you have to say? No concern or anything? No heartfelt apology or saying the spiked glass wasn't supposed to be mine? Just a 'how far did you get'? Well for your information Ginevra Weasley, I didn't do anything. Nothing happened. Nada. Zilch, and thank Merlin!"

Ginny cast a look of disbelief at the older Gryffindor. "Then where did you get those hickeys on your neck? Who gave those to you?"

Hermione's face paled and she gaped wordlessly. "What?"

"Look." Ginny conjured a hand mirror and handed it to Hermione. She inspected her neck and saw that indeed there were multiple (she didn't even want to think the word) hickeys all along her neck. Harry's face turned as white as a sheet and he was slowly inching towards the stairs to the boys' dorm. He was halfway there when: "Freeze. Harry James Potter, you are not to go anywhere without swearing to me that you will not breathe a word of this to anyone." Hermione ordered. He looked around the common room to see if there was anyone to save him, but it was deserted. Everyone else was surely sleeping off their own hangovers.

"Yeah, yeah I swear. Can I go now? I really don't want to be hearing this." Hermione and Ginny both waved him off. Once he was out of earshot, Hermione turned her attention to Ginny.

"I am going to find out if these are spells or actual...hickeys. Do not go anywhere." Ginny nodded and went to sit back down while Hermione went to confront Malfoy.

XXDracoXXXXX (Sunday morning after Hermione stormed off the first time).

Draco wasn't really that mad at Hermione per se. He was more seriously amused. Who knew that the bookworm could be such a fireball? It wouldn't surprise him if she had naturally red Weasley-esque hair and was just hiding it. He was a little agitated at the fact that she slapped him of course, for that bruised his ego, but then again, he did play a little trick on her. But he was more than agitated at his own self rather than her. He found that he had rather enjoyed sleeping beside her, the smell of her consistently bushy hair, and even the feel of their lips passionately colliding, despite the fact that she thought that he was the Weasel and the fact that she was asleep. Briefly, he wondered what she would do to him to get her revenge...especially once she saw what he put on her neck with his wand. He grinned to himself before sliding back under the covers and going back to sleep. After all, he was a Malfoy, he needed his beauty rest.

He had no sooner set his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, when a frightfully loud banging and yelling erupted from behind his door. Malfoy groaned for he knew exactly who it was and why she was there. So much for beauty rest. Malfoy opened the door and saw nothing that surprised him. Hermione Granger had her fist held up to bang on the door again, and her face was red from yelling.

"You rang?" Malfoy asked sourly.

"You're damn right I rang. What the hell is the meaning of this?" Hermione said as she gestured to her neck.

"The meaning of what?"

"You're going to make me say it aren't you?" He didn't answer.

"What are these hickeys doing on my neck and how did they get there?"

"Say, what happened to: 'I never want to be within hitting distance of you again?'" He mimicked her in a falsetto voice that sounded nothing like Hermione.

"You couldn't resist my charms could you? You just had to come back for more because you didn't get enough last night. That's it isn't it?" Hermione refrained from punching him, but only just. She was smart enough to understand that she wouldn't get any information out of him if she did anything that he wouldn't like.

"That's not it and you know it. Please tell me if you used a spell or not."

He smirked at her. "Kiss me again and I'll tell you."

"Hell no! I never even kissed you in the first place!"

"I beg to differ." Hermione screeched in frustration.

"Let me see your wand, Malfoy."

"Ohh Granger, I didn't know you were like that. Fine then, come inside and I will show it to you. But you have to do something for me first, or rather do something to me." His smirk increased tenfold in intensity, waiting for her reaction. It took a couple of seconds before what he meant clicked in her head.

"Dammit Malfoy, you are sick. You hear me, SICK! That's it. I don't even care anymore. I'm out of here, but just remember this Malfoy," She stepped intoxicatingly close to him and caused him to back into the door, she didn't stop until her lean frame was almost completely against his. "Payback can be a b(i)tch," She lowered her voice to an almost seductive tone, "and I can play just as dirty as you can." Hermione ran her finger along his cheek and slid it down his chest until it reached his abdomen and then she moved her face so that their lips were centimeters apart. Malfoy closed his eyes and waited for her to kiss him, instead she tugged on a lock of his hair before turning on her heel and storming out of his presence for the second time that day. And it wasn't even lunchtime yet.

TBC…

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