For more than a week, neither Draco or Hermione brought up her getting drunk on Draco's birthday...or the fact that she kissed him...or the fact that she implied that he was a good kisser. From what Draco could tell, she was basically avoiding him at every chance she got. She was...distancing herself from him. She went back to work at the bookstore and started to work extra shifts and even picked up a shift on Saturday afternoons. Draco would kill to see a glimpse of what was inside that massive brain of Hermione's.

It wasn't until about two weeks after the incident that Draco conjured up the courage, like the manly man he knew he was, to talk to Hermione about it. He still didn't know what exactly he would say, but he knew he had to say something.

It was Saturday evening. Hermione's parents were out at an art gallery. The two of them sat across from each other at the dinner table. Draco was looking at Hermione. Hermione was looking straight down, poking at her food with her fork.

"Hermione, we need to talk." Draco said suddenly.

"Hm?" Hermione squeaked, still not looking up.

"So I had to get you drunk for you to admit your feelings for me...why can't you admit them now?"

"How dare you. You are so full of yourself, aren't you? Who said I have feelings for you?" Hermione still wouldn't look at Draco.

Draco threw his fork onto his plate dramatically. "You're practically saying it now! You can't even look me in the eye!"

Hermione finally looked up at him. "Whether I choose to look at you or not has nothing to do with my feelings. Maybe I just...don't like looking at you!"

"You had no problem looking at me that one time in Weasley's bathroom when my shirt was off. If your jaw dropped any lower-"

"It would hit the ground. I know, I know!" Hermione said, standing up. "I. Don't. Have. Feelings. For. You."

"So, tell me then, when we were lying on our beds in the dark, why did you want to feel my body against yours'?"

"As friends! That's all! If you haven't noticed, I've been quite an emotional person lately. I lost a lot of dear friends in the Battle. Is it a crime to want a hug?" Hermione defended herself, taking a step closer to Draco.

"So why did you kiss me?"

"Merlin's beard, Draco, I was drunk!" She took three more intimidating stomps toward Draco.

"And in the morning after you basically said that I was a good kisser."

"I...I...I still had alcohol in system!"

"Okay, sure, if you want to lie to yourself, that's up to you. Just know that you're a dirty liar, just like your dirty blood!" Malfoy yelled. He was getting frustrated.

Hermione gasped. She took another step toward him. Now they were inches apart. She shoved him into the wall. "You take that back! Take that back, Draco Malfoy, you slimy, inconsiderate, foul and evil little cockroach. You're a pathetic excuse for a wizard!"

Draco clenched his teeth together.

Before the blink of an eye, Draco got off the wall and pinned Hermione there instead. Hermione let out a whimper.

"No matter how strong you are, Granger; I'll always overpower you." Draco whispered into her ear."

Hermione clawed at his arms. She was trapped, and she wanted out.

"Come on, you're not really scared of me, are you?" Draco asked.

"Dr-Draco, please."

"I know you like me, Hermione. What's so hard about that to admit?"

"Alright, fine! I like you! Are you satisfied?" Hermione yelled.

"I know you, Hermione. I know you a lot more than you think I do. I know you're dying to snog me. But I'll make it easier for you...I'll snog you first."

Hermione's first instinct was to back up, but she quickly realized she was in between the wall and Draco. She was trapped.

All of a sudden, he pressed his lips to hers. They were soft and gentle, not like his hard voice.

"Draco. Stop." Hermione tried to yell. It came out as a mumble. She tried to break away from him, but he was too strong. She knew she was wasting her energy but she had to get away. Draco was kissing her. She soon found it harder and harder to fight back. Her knees were getting weak as she stood, trying to fight against every feeling in her bones. In her gut. She stopped fighting and started to kiss him back. The slow, gentle kisses quickly turned into more. Rough, desperate, passionate. As if this would be the last time they'd ever see each other again. It was intense.

Draco pulled away for a moment and brought his lips to her ear. "You weren't drunk this time." His voice shot chills up and down Hermione's spine. His lips were so close to her ears that they caressed them. And then his lips returned to hers.

Following Draco's lead, Hermione and his tongues connected, dancing a slow, sexy dance. Draco slowly moved his hands from the wall to Hermione. First his hands cupped around her face, and then they moved down her body to her waist, pulling her as close to him as possible. Hermione let out a moan as she pulled away and leaned her head on Draco's shoulder.

"Do I even have to say 'I told you so?'" Draco said.

"Oh, hush!" Hermione said, playfully pushing him.

"Care to join me for dinner, my lady?" Draco said in a French accent as he gestured to the table and the plates of ravioli, which were probably cold by now.

"Sure." Hermione smiled. "But I'm not your lady."

Draco smirked. "For now."