Flashback:

"Last time I checked, you hated each other."

"If that's how you put it, Greengrass, I guess this is officially over."

"You cheat."

"Me and Zabini? You mean, Blaise Zabini?"

Draco had barely slept the previous night, his head was filled with thoughts of Hermione Granger and the break-up he'd witnessed. He was afraid, there was no other way to put it. He was afraid that he'd be trapped by a girl, as if their relationship was a cage.

I don't want a whiney girl, Draco complained in his head.

You don't need one, you're whiney enough as it is, said a taunting voice from before. And do you honestly believe that Hermione is whiney?

Draco shut the voice out. He didn't need another person telling him what to think. He had his father, his aunt, and his peers to do that. He glanced at Blaise Zabini, who was still fast asleep, then at his watch, which read 3:15 AM. He wondered how his best friend could sleep soundly after the break-up, then he dismissed the topic, thinking that it was too early to mull over stupid things like that.

He walked quietly to the bathroom and contemplated whether he would use the tub or the shower. He locked the door behind him. Definitely shower, he decided, remembering he was to visit a certain someone in the Hospital Wing. But a nice warm bath is good sometimes… I'll take that bath... no, I'll take the shower…

"Draco Malfoy, you better hurry up! I need to go!" Blaise said while slamming his fists on the door.

"Goddamnit, Zabini!" Draco yelled as he wrapped a towel around his waist, then opening the door. "You're supposed to be asleep! Not banging on the bathroom door!" Blaise ran inside, slamming the door as he did.

"Well, your Majesty, you shouldn't be awake till eight, the last time I remember waking you." Draco could almost hear the small smile on his friend's face. After a few moments, Blaise opened the door. "Unless you're going to do homework early, or you're visiting someone. I daresay the latter is more likely. Who is it?"

Draco just moved past him, his chin up, determined not to face him. He yanked the door open and went inside, saying, "Well, I wouldn't tell you now, will I? That's gonna be my dirty little secret."

I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret.

!i!

Hermione groaned, forcing herself to stand up. "Missed a million classes," she mumbled. "Won't be able to catch up… easy to cope my foot." She tried standing up, using one side of the bed to help her up.

"Ms. Granger, I didn't expect you to be this early," Madam Pomfrey said, not looking the least bit surprised. "Last potion you'll be taking, it'll make you stay alert the rest of the day." The nurse handed her a sparking blue liquid, and Hermione took it right away. Confirming what the nurse said, her head cleared and her senses worked better.

"Thanks," she murmured, leaving the Hospital Wing. "Ginny better spill later, I haven't got the slightest idea why I'm still alive."

!i!

After Draco had finished cleansing himself, he walked to the Hospital Wing, his Head Boy badge on for extra caution. He smirked at the thought of seeing the girl he saved asleep and safe because of him.

"Granger better thank me for that. Getting down on her knees worshipping me isn't a bad idea… Or maybe doing all of my homework!" he said in a tone that nearly matches happiness.

Or maybe you could get her to actually kiss you, a voice in his head suggested.

What the hell are you and why do you keep popping in my head? Dammit, I have a schedule! Draco hissed mentally. But making her date me isn't such a bad idea, he added as an afterthought.

I'm the better side of you! The one who actually knows what you want and actually knows how to get them, the voice crowed.

Well, 'better side of me', I daresay you are mistaken… I'm the Draco Malfoy, the one and only! Besides, how would you know what I want? You're a sodding replica, Draco said, dismissively.

I know everything about you. I know that you've only 'hated' the dear Gryffindor Princess 'cause she bested you at everything, and still does. I know that you hardly care for your father, after everything he put you and your mother through. I know that you've loved your mother more than anything, unless you call what you have for Ms. Granger 'love'. I know that you 'hate' Harry Potter because he's bested you in Quidditch, the only field where you're better than Hermione. I know that you only 'hate' Ronald Weasley because he's got your girl—

SHUT UP! Draco roared in his head. Shut up! You don't know me! You pretend to—

—the same way you pretend that you don't give two shits about Hermione, but in reality… the voice taunted. You give more than just two shits about her. You can't get her off your mind; you just shove her into one corner, which just makes her come to haunt you more. You tease her; mock her, trying your damn best to deny what you feel about her. You know what the one and only Draco Malfoy, you are a—!

In frustration, Draco moaned out loud. He quickened his pace to the Hospital Wing, trying to tune out the mocking voice inside his head, which claims, and does know all about him.

"Madam Pomfrey, is she here?" Draco said, trying to keep his crumbling composure intact.

"I'm afraid she just left, Mr Malfoy," the nurse's too-sympathetic voice said. "She left about 20 minutes ago, not saying where she was going. Draco nodded curtly and went off.

I told you so, I told you so… the voice mocked.

!i!

"Ginny?" Harry asked as he sat up from his bed. Did they…? He looked at himself, he had no shirt on, but his pants were still on him. Ginny was still fully dressed.

"Hey, Chosen One," Ginny said, smiling. "Sleep well?"

"Absolutely," Harry said, smiling as he pulled her to him. Ginny looked up, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously at Harry. "What do you have in mind? Seeing as it is…" he checked his watch, "5:30?"

"I think you know…" she said, kissing Harry's jaw. "Like maybe, a good morning kiss?"

"I don't know, Ms. Weasley, it seems too early to be morning, lets save it so that we can have more of that later, wouldn't that be—" Harry was cut in mid-sentence as Ginny hungrily crashed her lips on his.

'Cause it's too late
To close your mouth
So shut up and kiss me

!i!

Hermione walked to the Head's dorm, expecting the worst. The portrait asked her for the password. "Password?" Hermione asked. "McGonagall didn't give me a password! Please let me in, there's no other Hermione Granger anywhere in this school!"

"You have got to tell me one of your deepest darkest secrets that you have not told anyone ever before, by the way, I know if it's genuine or not, so-called 'Ms. Granger'. I won't do nothing until you tell me one."

Hermione thought of something – anything – that would make her go in. Deepest and darkest? She had plenty. So many that she could hardly keep count.

"I… I… I…" She took a deep breath, ready to tell the portrait one of the minor ones.

"Don't," a voice behind her said. It was unmistakable. Draco Malfoy. "Dramione," he said to the portrait, making in curse under its breath and swing open. "Stupid, don't you recognize Peeves' line? 'I won't do nothing until you…' Stupid, you would've told him something private," Draco sneered. "Not that I don't like your secrets to be spilled," he added quickly, but smoothly, like the cunning, sly Slytherin he was.

Hermione didn't catch him slip up; she was too busy thinking about the password. "Dramione? Where'd that come from?"

"Are you really that clueless, Grang—er, Hermione?" Draco taunted. "Brightest Witch of the Age my ass."

"Enlighten me, then," Hermione said, "Mr. High-and-Mighty."

"Oh, you better believe it," Draco said, wiggling his fingers at her. "It's Draco and Hermione put together. 'Course it can't be Heraco or Haco or something stupid like that. It sounds so idiotic with your name first."

To his great surprise, Hermione didn't retort, instead she glared right at him, her chocolate-brown eyes piercing him, and said, "Gimme my homework, Mal—Draco."

Draco tried so hard to smirk; it came out like a silly, lopsided smile, and said, "Why would I do that?"

Hermione walked up to him and leaned in again, like when she said she'd wipe his smirk right off, whispering, "I'll have to take it by force." She was so close that her lips brushed his earlobe, making him involuntarily shiver. She was pulling away again.

Oh no, you don't, Draco thought, and then pinned her to the ground, his arms on either side of her body, pinning down Hermione's arms as well, making her unable to escape. His eyes hungrily scanned her face, memorizing it. Her deep brown eyes had this sparkle in it, and the mocking voice—that wasn't so mocking anymore—cheered him on.

Hermione tried to breathe normally, her head was swirling again. Draco Malfoy's scent intoxicated her. Her hormones were threatening to overwhelm her and her heart was screaming, "KISS HIM! YOU WANT THIS! JUST DO IT!" But her logic screamed against it, once again. But when her eyes locked with his, she lost every bit of self control she had, and the next second his lips were on hers in a passionate kiss.

You're kiss is like whiskey,
It gets me drunk.
And I wake up in the morning,
With the taste of your tongue.

A/N

Me: HEEEEY! So I guess that's cool. Songs are: Dirty Little Seret - All-American Rejects, Shut up & Kiss Me - Orianthi and First Kiss - 3OH!3 feat. Ke$ha

Draco: I'm bored.

Sirius: Bad luck, Prongs. Er, you're not Prongs!

Draco: Good to see you caught up. What the hell is Prongs?

Sirius: Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?

Draco: I want to go to Dublin! Don't change the subject... er...

Sirius: Padfoot.

Draco: *raises eyebrow* Right, Padfoot.

Sirius: Yep, that's me. *points to self* Padfoot. *looks at Draco* HEEEY! MOONY! Wassup?

Draco: You're not serious.

Sirius: Actually I am.

Draco: MOMMY THERE'S A CREEPY GUY STALKING MEEEEEE!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the songs. If I did, I'd have a waaaay cooler laptop and I'll have a cooler house. And a pool. Yeaah.

P.S.: Did anyone notice that Draco still said Hermione's last name? Grang—er. OK. Reviews are love!

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