Yo! How is everyone liking the story so far? So there hasn't been much Dramione yet, but I'm hoping this chapter will fix that. I had writer's block at the beginning of this chapter, but I think I managed to get past it pretty well. Remember review and tell me what you thought. Bye!

The next day Hermione snuck out hoping to avoid Draco, he had been on her mind way to much since her discovery last night, and went to track down Luna. She found the girl on the third floor talking with a painting about nargles.

"Luna!"

Turning Luna glanced at Hermione with a vague expression, "Oh hi Hermione, what are you doing here? Have you come to discuss nargles with us?"

"No!" Hermione barked, feeling contrite as she saw the hurt flash on Luna's face, it wasn't her fault that she couldn't seem to shake the Slytherin out of her mind, "I mean, no, I actually wanted to ask you what had happened yesterday? I thought we were supposed to meet in the Great Hall?"

"Oh yea, I'm sorry. I got distracted thinking about…well I don't remember what I was thinking about, but by the time I remembered and came down, no one was there."

"Oh, well it's in the past, so no use crying over spilled milk…" Hermione said, sighing.

"Why would you cry over spilled milk," Luna asked a confused look on her face.

"Nevermind, it's a Muggle saying. I'll talk to you later Luna, I gotta go," Hermione replied.

"Ok, bye Hermione! Tell Ron to watch out for the Wrackspurts!"

Hermione just shook her head and turned back the way she came. As she made her way back to the Head Tower, she couldn't stop thinking about Draco, and how he had actually seemed to care earlier. She mentally shook herself, irritated at Malfoy and what he seemed to be doing to her.

Storming into the common room, Hermione was in no mood to encounter Draco Malfoy who was lounging on one of the couches, flipping through a magazine.

"What's got your knickers in twist, Granger?" Draco drawled lazily.

Hermione stopped in midstride as she made her way to her room, "Shove off Malfoy, I'm in a right foul mood and I won't be responsible for my actions…"

"Ohhhh, I'm so scared, goody-two shoes Granger is threatening me," Draco sneered, fighting the urge to ask her what was wrong for the second time today.

Stomping over to the loveseat, she pushed the magazine away and grabbed Draco by the collar and smashed her lips to his. The kiss deepened as Draco kissed her back, but it wasn't long before Hermione finally came to her senses and pushed him away.

"Wow Granger…where did that come from?" Draco asked, stunned and unable to come up with an insult.

Hermione blushed, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she rushed out of the room, back in the relative safety of her room. Once there Hermione had a chance to think about what she had done. Had she really just kissed Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, the boy who thought all Muggle-borns where scum? She remembered being angry at him for not being able to stop thinking about him, and when he had taunted her, she had snapped. Her emotions got out of hand and the next thing she knew she was kissing him. And she couldn't help but notice he wasn't exactly pushing her away like he should have been. Oh my gosh, she thought, he did like her. And against her better judgment she seemed to be attracted to him. And although it was only an attraction, it could very easily turn into something else if given the chance. That was it; she just wouldn't give it a chance. But as Hermione tried to fall asleep, she realized that it was gonna be easier said than done.

Draco didn't move until long after Hermione had rushed back into her room. He sat frozen trying to piece together what had just happened. Hermione, the know-it-all Gryffindor, the girl who hated his guts and the one who had punched him in third year…had kissed him of all people. He didn't know what to think of it, he knew he couldn't ever get involved with her, but that didn't stop his heart from wanting it. Remembering his mission, he realized that as much as he longed to, none of this could go any farther. As he put a hand up to his lips, he thought how much he was really gonna miss that.

The next day the Gryffindors and the Slytherins had Potions together, something Hermione was dreading as she met up with Ron and Harry.

"Hey Hermione, ready for Potions," Harry asked.

"About as much as Ron is for studying…" Hermione growled, trudging along.

"What's wrong 'Mione?"

"Nothing," she sighed, walking a bit faster, "Let's just get to Potions, if we're late again, Professor Slughorn will take 10 points away from Gryffindor."

As Hermione entered the classroom her eyes met Draco's. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking for an explanation for the night before. She responded to his unvoiced question with a glare and stuck her tongue out at him. But before she looked away, she saw his amused expression, which only made her glare at him again.

"Calm down class, the next couple classes we will be brewing some high level potions. Therefore I will be dividing you into two person teams and they will be your partner until the holidays," Slughorn addressed the class.

Hermione looked up when she heard him mention the teams, she really hoped she lucked out and didn't get Draco. But as usual, luck had run out on Hermione.

"Hermione Granger," Slughorn said, smiling fondly at Hermione, "and Draco Malfoy, you two will be working on Dreamless Sleep Potion."

Internally Hermione groaned, this was not going according to plan, she was supposed to be avoiding him, not working alongside him. Across the room, Draco was having similar thoughts, though his had tinges of pleasure at getting to work with the brunette.

"Ok, please, gather your things and sit with your partners…"

"Bloody hell Hermione, you have to share a room with the git and now he gets you as a partner. I was hoping I'd get you, now I'm partners with Neville," Ron said gloomily, dropping his head in his hands, "I'm gonna fail for sure now."

Hermione shook her head as she made her way over to the table Draco was sitting at.

"What's the matter Granger, you couldn't stay away," Draco drawled, "I mean I know I'm hot, but couldn't you be a little bit less obvious."

"Belt it, Malfoy, we have work to do," Hermione snapped, settling in the seat next to him.

"So its Malfoy is it? I thought you'd be calling me by my name after that snog last night," Draco taunted lazily, making no move to start work.

"Malfoy, will you shut up already and help me," Hermione said, trying to ignore him and concentrate on the potion, which she was sure she was gonna need to take if the person next to her wouldn't stay out of her head.

"My my, Granger, we are grumpy this morning aren't we? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed," Draco continued, enjoying watching her try to restrain herself from insulting him back.

"Malfoy, just shut up," frustrated, Hermione didn't realize she had spoken so loudly until Professor Slughorn came over and told them to stop talking and get to work.

The two students bent over their textbooks, working in surprisingly good harmony with each other, neither one saying more than they had to. Before they knew it, the class was over and they were bottling up their potion and handing it in. As Hermione gathered her stuff she realized that she and Draco were the only two students left in the room.

"Granger," Draco said hesitantly, stopping Hermione before she left.

"What do you want now Malfoy? If it's got anything to do with last night I don't wanna hear it," Hermione said, nervous being this close to him, he made her feel things that she shouldn't be thinking about him.

"I just wanted to apologize for being such a prick earlier, it was uncalled for, but I have to admit it was fun seeing you get so angry," Draco said, starting out very uncharacteristically Malfoy-like, but reverting back to his old self at the end.

"Um…you're forgiven, I guess, though it doesn't mean I hate you any less," Hermione said her thoughts a bit muddled after his apology, if that's what you could call it.

'So does that mean we have a truce?" Draco asked, holding out his hand.

Hermione nodded as she took his hand. As their hands met electricity raced up both of their arms, giving them both a pleasant but unwanted tingle in their chests. This time Hermione recovered first as she dropped his hand and all but raced out of the room.

Well that's the end of that chapter, it was originally a lot shorter, but I got inspired and it grew… :) I hope everyone is enjoying it and aren't to disappointed with how slow the Dramione moments are progressing. I know Draco is OOC when he apologizes, but come on, he likes Hermione, isn't that OOC enough? Anyway, thanks for reading. Please review!