Snape sat down at his desk, took out a quill, dipped it in ink, and started writing to Albus Dumbledore, with his success in getting the soon to be Head Boy and Head Girl, to be civil to each other. After all, next year they would have to share a common room with each other. Snape smirked; yes, this would be easy.

Snape looked up, expressionlessly, and saw that Hermione and Draco were sitting very close to each other, going about their own interests… What a sight, it was. They were enemies, were they not?

Snape cleared his throat, "You'll be late for your next class." He stated loudly.

Hermione looked up, snapping out of her previous state, and her face reddened with embarrassment, "Oh, of course!" She cried, gathering her textbook, quill, and ink.

She was gone in a few seconds.

"Malfoy. You'll be late." Snape repeated.

Draco too, snapped out of his daydream, but he was not embarrassed, just annoyed.

"Of course." He smiled widely showing his perfect teeth- but it was a fake smile- for it didn't reach his eyes. Snape turned back to his letter.

As Malfoy was on his way out, he realized Granger had left her doodles on her desk, in her reddened haste.

He smirked, and picked it up.

What he saw though surprised him. She had written 'Bloody Ferret' several times and there were many scattered hearts about the page.

Malfoy should have been horrified, disgusted, mad, but instead he found himself smiling- no, not a smirk, but a smile.

He ran out of the classroom, and right into Granger, the parchment still in his hand.

"Sorry!" She exclaimed, then realized who had run into her, and scowled. "Oh, it's you." She stated. Draco's smile had disappeared at her words, replaced with his best smirk.

"No problem." Draco replied smoothly. "Why are you still lurking the halls- class will start in roughly 2 minutes- and we have to be on the field…" Malfoy saw her confused expression, "Were you, perhaps, looking for this?" He held the paper in front of her face.

She bit her lip. "Give it, Malfoy!" She was flushed, and nervous, but also annoyed.

"Wasn't it for me? I mean, you do call me ferret a lot. Quite a lot." Draco suddenly turned serious.

"Why would you care, anyway?" Hermione asked.

"So it's true." Draco concluded. "You want me, don't you? Has the prude got a crush on the player?" He asked, knowing the answer very well.

However, he wanted to hear the words from her, himself- not by some rumor, or by some look in her eye, or by some piece of forgotten parchment. But she refused to look at him, suddenly taking an interest in her shoes.

Draco, who absolutely hated her silence, dropped the parchment, and grabbed Hermione by the waist, thrusting her into the wall. Then he let go of her waist, and placed both of his hands on either side of her head. "Do you want me?" He asked again, once she (out of shock) looked up at him.

She shook her head, but her eyes- those damned eyes were telling Draco something else. He leaned toward her- their breath was mingling now, Hermione smelt of lavender, and Draco smelt of some sort of natural musk. They breathed each other in.

"Granger." Draco sighed, and gently trailed his fingers from her shoulders, down to her hips, leaning further into her. His lips caught her neck, and he began sucking, and licking the flesh there. He was leaving his mark on her.

Hermione closed her eyes; feeling the pulse between her legs, throb out of control.

The hallway was empty, and Malfoy was getting really excited.

When she realized what they were doing- in public, she pushed him away.

He growled, in disappointment.

"We can't do this." She whispered, as her explanation.

"Why, the hell, not?" Draco was leaning toward her again, but this time he was looking at her lips.

"We hate each other." She said, but she parted her lips, involuntarily, when she noticed what he was looking at. "And I'm a Mudblood, and our houses hate each other. You hate my best friends…" She was running out of excuses.

"Do you want me?" He asked, once again.

"Stop asking that!" She looked him square in the eye, annoyed, and still embarrassed.

"Why?"

"Because…because obviously I do."

"Say it again." He whispered. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to take me to the Room of Requirement and I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me." Hermione's voice was husky, and her eyes were dilated.

"Have you ever…?" Draco asked hesitantly.

"You don't want to know." She whispered- or was it a whimper?

"I know you're a virgin, Hermione." He revealed, and she gasped- was it because he called her Hermione, or because he knew she hadn't had sex before?

"Are you…?"

"I'm fifteen," He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a whore."

"Pansy said"-

He interrupted her, his finger pressed gently to her still parted lips. He sighed.

"Pansy is a desperate, clingy, annoying girl, who has taken a liking to me. I- Granger- I've had my eyes on someone else."

"W-who?"

"For the smartest girl in this school, you're pretty dense, Granger."

"For the smartest boy in this school, you're a real jackass, Malfoy."

"You love it when I talk to you. Even if it's only to call you a Mudblood." Draco smirked, for he was right. Hermione flinched.

"I thought you hated me."

"I hate that I want you, I hate that I like you, I hate that my father would murder me if he found out about my feelings for you- for someone he believes isn't worthy of Hogwarts. But- Granger- I don't hate you, and I know you belong here."

"Really?" She smiled.

Their lips were very close, now. And when Draco nodded, Hermione grasped his shirt lapels, and flicked her tongue into his mouth. Malfoy was stunned, his hands rested on her waist, and his tongue met hers with a spark of electricity, they both moaned. Draco's hands moved their way to Hermione's ass, and he grinded his hard on, on her.

They smiled against each others lips.