a/n: hello! This isn't a new chapter, per se, but it is a revised one. AKA completely different version of chapter 4. I like this one WAAYYY better and I'd appreciate it if you guys give this one a go. :D I think it's much more plausible and it has a lot more romance than comedy. Currently, I'm just going to delete the old chapter 4, unless some of you still want it up. Okay, enough yapping! Enjoy!

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Draco's soft, yet firm, lips pressed onto Hermione's, stealing her breath away. His pink tongue swept across her bottom lip, and as she breathed out in contentment, Draco gently pushed his tongue into her warm mouth. Hermione's arms wound around Draco's neck, playing with the blonde hairs at the nape, and Draco's hand was at her neck, tilting her head upward as to have better access.

As Hermione was still very engaged in their languorous kiss, Draco slowly opened his eyes and peeked around, only to see everyone in the restaurant staring at the embracing couple. Clearing his throat, Draco lightly pushed Hermione away, quickly nipping her bottom lip as a way of apology. Hermione was flushed, her lips swollen and her hair mussed.

Draco was hard within a matter of seconds.

Hermione looked at Draco, confusedly, but then she followed his eyes around the restaurant and turned an even brighter shade of red.

"Merlin, this is so embarrassing." Hermione muttered, covering her face with her hands.

Draco smirked at her, tugged at her elbow, and said, "Then, let's go."

As they walked out of the restaurant, a cross looking manager jabbed his thumb toward a sign that said, "Out of courtesy for everyone in the restaurant, please keep it PG."

Seeing this, Hermione groaned and kept her eyes downcast while Draco chuckled and said his sorries to the manager.

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Five days later, and still reeling from that incredible kiss, Hermione was freaking out.

The kiss left her breathless and overwhelmed. Which was the problem.

Malfoy overwhelmed her in every aspect whenever she was near him, and it was freaking. Her. Out.

Hermione was not supposed to be overwhelmed. She was supposed to be calm and unyielding, yet around him, she was a simpering mess, a panting glob of gloop, a flustered, horny pile of slime. That man seriously needs to stop evaporating so many pheromones from his goddamn body!

Basically, she melted around him, and Hermione does not like to lose control.

But Hermione also does not break promises, and because of that, she called Draco, in order to express her concerns.

She took a few short breaths in order to expand her lungs. If she took a breath during their conversation, Hermione was sure she would melt into the gooey puddle, moaning Draco's name the entire way down.

Thus, she picked up the phone, took one last breath, and dialed Malfoy Pharmaceuticals.

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"Hello, this is Malfoy Pharmaceuticals."

"Hi, can I speak with your CEO, Draco Malfoy? He's expecting my call." Hermione peeped out, letting as little air out as possible.

"Hold on just a minute while I get him on your line."

Hermione didn't bother to say thank you, not because she doesn't have manners, but because it's a waste of air, you see.

"Hello." Draco said in that super special voice of his that was known to make a certain someone turn to goo.

Seriously, Draco Malfoy should become a superhero.

"Hi, Malfoy, I wanted to talk to you about something." Hermione squeaked out.

"Granger? What's wrong with your voice?"

"Nothing! Umm, can we stop making small talk and just talk?"

"…Are you holding your breath?" Draco asked with amusement and curiosity.

"NO! Why would I do that?" Hermione exclaimed, her face turning red because of two reasons.

Reason #1: All the blood was rushing to her head because of her need for oxygen.

Reason #2: Draco Malfoy. Need anyone say more?

"Okay, well what did you want to talk about? Wait, first I wanted to tell you about my day. I woke up, took my shower, got dressed in my nice suit with a striped tie, and made my breakfast. Well, really, I snapped my fingers and told my house elf to make my breakfast, but those are just petty details. I had delicious fluffy eggs with sausage, accompanied by a glass of orang-" Draco stopped in mid-sentence as he heard a desperate inhale of air. He quietly chuckled to himself.

"Are you laughing at me?!" Hermione asked, grateful that she can breathe again.

"Yes, I am laughing at you," Draco stated bluntly, "May I ask why you were holding your breath?"

"None of your business." Hermione curtly replied.

"Fine then," Draco said as he leaned back in his chair, "What did you want to talk about?"

"I don't really know if this is such a good idea anymore, Malfoy."

"You're scared."

"No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yup, you are."

"No, I'm not! And I'll prove it!"

"Fine, prove it by coming to my house at 8 PM sharp."

"FINE!"

As they each hung up, their reactions were polar opposites of each other.

Draco, with a calm and amused smile on his face.

Hermione, full of rage aimed at the phone and Draco Malfoy and herself for falling into his stupid trap so easily.

This rage resulted in her screaming, "I AM NOT SCARED!"

Soon, after a perfect moment of shocked silence, a worried secretary on the intercom asked, "Miss Granger, are you okay? Do you need any help?"

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At precisely 8 PM, Draco's doorbell rang. He opened the door to find a very attractive yet angry little woman standing on his doorstep.

"Malfoy, you manipulative little arsehole!" Hermione practically screamed, bringing her fists down on his chest.

Draco firmly grabbed each of her wrists in each hand, keeping her still.

"Now that we've calmed down a bit," Draco said, though he knew that was not the case since she still looked like an overripe tomato, "Tell me, why are you so angry?"

"Don't be so condescending, you bastard!" Hermione snarled, "I'm mad because you manipulated me! You knew I was reconsidering and yet you still…you still…ARGH!"

"I still…what?" Draco asked, calmly.

"You still forced me to come here tonight!"

A few seconds of pure silence passed, and then suddenly, Draco slammed Hermione against the wall, his silver eyes staring angrily into hers.

"Listen, Granger. I never forced you into any of this, got that? If you don't want to do this, then get out. If you're going to accuse me of forcing you, then get out. Get out if you're not one hundred percent sure, understand?" Draco stipulated, forcing Hermione to look into his eyes.

She felt instant guilt, and Draco could see it in her eyes, too.

'I'm so stupid! How could I accuse Draco of forcing me to do any of this?'

Draco let go of her wrists, leaving red imprints on her, and pushed away from the way. He exhaled impatiently and quickly ran his hand through his platinum blonde hair.

'What is wrong with her? Her big, brown eyes that tell everyone, everything. Doesn't she know that's dangerous and anyone can take advantage of her that way?! She's so oblivious to everything and she trusts everyone way too easily. She definitely needs someone to protect her. And fast.' Draco stopped in his little rant as he felt a tiny, little tap on his shoulder.

"Umm…Draco?" It felt weird to Hermione that she was actually calling him Draco, but apologies do have to be sincere.

Draco quickly turned around, also startled at the use of his first name. What he saw was, again, those goddamn big, brown eyes that displayed true regret and guilt at what she said.

'Merlin, what the hell is wrong with her?'

"I-I'm really sorry I accused you of something so stupid. Of course, you didn't force me, and even if you did, it's partly my fault for not standing up to you! You've changed a lot Draco, I just want you to know, and a lot of people appreciate that change, including me." Hermione said, with a blush starting to form on her cheeks.

'Why the hell is she so nice…and adorable?!' Draco thought, frustrated at how fast he believed her apology, and surprised at what came out of his mouth next. And where his hand started to move with a mind of its own.

'Damnit, I'm becoming like Granger!'

"…Well it's okay. I shouldn't have blown up like that. I mean, I don't like to be wrongfully accused as it has happened a lot in my life, that you should very well know. And it's not your fault, I did manipulate you into accepting tonight." Draco said, awkwardly rubbing her head, causing Hermione to smile at the embarrassed yet nice gesture.

"The manipulation was done a bit too easily, however. You really need to work on your anger management skills." Draco smirked as he removed his hand, also removing Hermione's smile and turning it into a scowl.

Of course, Draco had to ruin the mood.

"Okay, now that we've set things straight, we should probably get started." Draco said, rubbing his hands together.

"B-but, today was more of a sentimental day. Can we just leave the sexual stuff out of it?" Hermione whined.

"Granger, our relationship is purely sexual, which means no sentiments. So in order to erase all the sentiments we shared today, we must amp it up with even more sex!" Draco said, with a very noticeable evil glint in his eyes, "And I've been without sex for a week! I'm getting grouchier and grumpier by the day, and we don't want that to be taken out on you, do we?"

Boo, Hermione quite liked the sentiments. But as soon as she thought this, Hermione clapped her hands on her mouth.

Hearing the noise, Draco turned around, puzzled.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked, impatient to get started.

Hermione Granger was experiencing her one of possibly many mid-life crises.

'Did I just think that I enjoyed being all sentimental with Draco Malfoy?! Being all mushy gushy?! What is wrong with you, Hermione Jean Granger??! This is sex, sex, sex. Keep that in mind. Merlin, what if I accidentally developed feelings for the stupid bastard?!'

Her spiel ended when Draco repeatedly shook her shoulders, with her screaming, "Stop! I'm going to throw up!"

Funny how they both saved each other from the internal, crazy workings of each other's minds.

"Merlin, Granger. Are you okay?"

"Not if you keep on shaking me like that!" Hermione snapped, looking up to see Malfoy's face a few inches from hers.

Looking into those clear, moon-colored eyes, Hermione Jean Granger knew there was a pretty big chance she might actually fall...just a bit, mind you, for this arsehole standing before her.

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a/n2: sorry about all of the author's notes! I know it kinda ends without getting really anywhere, like chapter 4, but I thought the ending was sweet and just…nice. And I'm a sucker for nice things. xP I also ended it here so people who don't decide to read this chapter can continue with the story without being too confused. But, as always, I appreciate all of the comments/critiques, and I really know I should reply to you guys, but I am a procrastinator. And I never end up getting to them! Sorry! Oh, future chapters will hopefully be longer, and I will try to work on this story more.

LOVES. Connie. :D