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Hermione woke up in her luxurious bed, yawned, stretched and felt like all was right with the world. Then suddenly she remembered the events of the night before and her mood quickly turned downhill. He had kissed her! She had kissed him back! No no no this was not supposed to happen. How could she have been so foolish as to let herself feel, well whatever it had been she had felt last night. That led to another question what had she felt last night? One moment they had been arguing and she had thought he had hated her and then they well, you know, kissed. This was Draco Malfoy we were talking about he wouldn't like her. Would he? No of course not. She remember the look in his eyes last night which certainly seemed to differ. But did she like him? No she couldn't.

"Oh merlins beard" She swore to herself.

It only took her a moment to magic her clothes into a beautifully folded pile in her bag. This was one of those times when she really loved magic. Dragging her suitcase behind her she pulled it down the corridor where she was helpfully rescued by a bellboy who took her bag downstairs. After checking round her room one more time she was just shutting the door for the last time when she heard someone speak behind her.

"You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye where you?"

God she knew that voice all too well.

"I thought that would be better" She said turning round to face him. Malfoy was leaning against the wall, Hermione willed herself not too look at where his shirt buttons weren't done up and you got a glimpse of his muscled chest.

"Look, can't you just forgot last night happened?" She asked.

"Is that what you want" He asked softly, coming closer to her. All over again Hermione could feel herself slipping, the closer he got the worse it got. Why was it her stomach was suddenly erupting with butterflies?

"I would have thought that was what you wanted." She stuttered out.

A look of frustration and exasperation passed over his face.

"Well isn't that what you want. I mean you're the one who suggested it. Isn't that what this is all about to you, you're too scared to see what might happen so you're just going to pretend nothing happened." He snarled.

Hermione started in anger at that, "I'm the one who's afraid? You hypocrite." God, how had she ended up yelling again, "I mean look at that we can't even hold a civil conversation without wanting to kill each other!"

"Who said I even wanted to have a civil conversation with you?" He yelled back.

"I don't know maybe the fact that yesterday you kissed me?"

"You kissed me back! Don't pretend this is all my fault, this is on both of us."

"So what, kissing me is now a sin that we both have to atone for? I can't believe I thought we were actually friends, I'm so stupid. Gryffindors and Slytherins can't be friends, our enmity is engrained into us from first year." Hermione felt tears beginning to threaten her, no she would not and could not cry because of Draco Malfoy. "You haven't changed at all you're still the same old egotistical prat!"

"And you're still the same old brainwashed Gryffindor"

They stood there silently for a minute, their eyes fixed on each other. Hermione couldn't help thinking how much she enjoyed arguments with him and felt shocked at herself. Draco was staring at her, there was that same look from the previous argument last night filling his eyes. Suddenly he rushed forward and grabbed her face in his eyes and kissed her. Hermione felt herself melting into him, unwinding. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer. Then the rush of realisation of what she was doing hit her and she quickly broke away. She held out her hand to stop him coming closer again.

"I can't" she said desperately.

His gaze was intense: "Can't or won't?"

"Both" She said quickly the word falling out of her mouth, she turned away and fled, apparating away the moment she could.

Hermione found herself in London only moments later. Had that really just happened? What was it about their arguments that ended up with them kissing? I mean one moment they were ready to kill each other and the next she was wrapped in his arms. It was confusing. She had left London full of heartbreak and grief and had returned to it with something new growing in her heart, if she could only water and nurture it. She walked down the busy streets to her new flat that she had rented before she arrived. It had been expensive but hey she had travelled cheaply the last year saving up for it. Climbing up the stairs to her front door she was filled with an almost nervousness, this would be the first place that was entirely hers. After Hogwarts she had moved immediately in with Ron. This place would hopefully bode better for her. A fresh start. Opening the door she was greeted with the amazing view over London. It was only three rooms, one bedroom, a kitchen-sitting room and a bathroom, but it was cosy. Oh damm she had nothing for dinner. Well she had to be honest she wasn't fussed about the idea of a pizza and a muggle movie to try and make her forget about Draco Malfoy. He hadn't left her brain since she had left. Strolling along the streets of London she suddenly realised she had forgotten her wand. Oh well, the chances of anything actually happening were minimal to nonexistent. Humming her favourite favourite song in her head, she walked towards her old favourite take-away place when all of a sudden there was an arm around her neck gripping her in a headlock.

"What the hell, get of me!" She screamed.

"Not a chance sweetheart your mine now." Said a familiar voice that she just couldn't place, but she didn't have long to think about it as he muttered an enchantment that made her previously jolting fighting body slump in his arms. Quickly looking around to check no one was watching the man ran off, with an unconscious Hermione hanging over his shoulder