Draco scowled. He was supposed to ignore her and then he pulled that stunt, making him seem nice to her. He was going to take Theodore's advice and get some sex before Granger screwed his head permanently. He walked to his next class thinking of his new conquest, purposely trying to ignore thoughts about Granger. It seemed to be mentally tiring to ignore the girl. Her hand shot up in every class and her voice was there no matter how far he sat away from her. His eyes kept wandering to her caramel coloured hair tied up in a ponytail today, wondering what her expression was like or if she was biting her lower lip in concentration or confusion. He sighed and hit his head on the table with a small thud. He obviously needed to get drunk rather badly. He glanced at the small piece of parchment. Muggle Studies was his next class. He groaned inwardly and walked down the long corridor. He slipped into his seat beside the girl who was already there reading her script. The professor walked in and began talking about their play and the props. She had assigned a number of students in the class to take care of their props and then she began talking about their costumes.

"Now, I'd like to speak to all the different characters with their pairs alone. Perhaps I can start with our own Romeo and Juliet," she announced. She gestured for Draco and Hermione to follow her.

Hermione slid out of her chair and followed the Professor without a backward glance. She knew Malfoy was following. The professor led them into a small alcove at the back of the room and sat on the single chair across the table, leaving the loveseat for the two. She glanced at Malfoy whose face was expressionless and sat herself closer to the edge, leaving space for him. She felt a small dip in the seat as the gracefully sat in the chair. Even despite squashing herself to the edge, her's and Malfoy's legs were pressed together as were their shoulders and her waist touched his side. Somehow, it felt warmer in the room. Hermione played with her fingers as she watched the Professor shuffle through long rolls of parchment.

Draco was getting impatient. He was squashed on the seat with Granger and kept feeling her soft skin brush against his own. He had rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt now regretting it.

"Well, Hermione I need a ball gown for your first scene. Colour co-ordinate but not too much. Like ensure the lace of the gown matches his tie maybe? And for the second scene a soft pink night gown that is decent and yet like an evening gown. Oh well, why don't you both go shopping together with the script and find out what is best for yourself?" At this both teenagers shared an exasperated glanced and then looked back quickly at the professor who was now telling them to go and that she'd like to see the costumes by next week. The pair walked out fairly quick. Draco itching to get back to his seat and ignore her. He slipped into his seat and began reading the script for ideas on his costume.

" Malfoy.." he heard her whisper

"hmm"

"Do you want to go on Saturday to get the costumes?"

"Hmm"

"What does that mean?"

"Maybe"

"Can I just get a yes or a no?" she asked flustered

" Hmm"

" Urgh.."

"Fine. Yes, Saturday."

"Granger?"

"hmm?" she mumbled. He smirked at that. She was playing with his tricks.

"Do you want to rehearse the next bit today?"

"Hmm" he smiled wider.

" Today, Seven room of requirement"

"I didn't say yes Malfoy."

"I assumed it to be." She flashed him an annoyed look and then nodded.

At seven on the dot, Hermione was at the Room of Requirement waiting for Draco. She knew he was not inside because there was no handle. He would have had let the Room know to be seen to her only. She decided to wait for ten minutes. Maybe he was running late. At 7.15 she decided to wait another 10, maybe he was talking to a Professor. At 7.40 she decided to go back. She didn't want to wait anymore. He had begun to be nice to her and now he stood her up. She hoped he had a perfectly good explanation otherwise she might rip his throat out. She certainly had better things to do. She began her walk back to her room. Her heels were starting to pinch. She had worn them in the hopes that she might be a little taller next to him. She slipped out of them and held them in her hand as she walked barefoot. When she reached the portrait, it smirked at her, " I wouldn't go in if I were you," it told her. She wasn't in the mood for riddles and gave it the password. It opened and she pushed her way through. Once at the other side of the portrait, she wished she had listened. Malfoy was on the couch. HER couch. He didn't have his shirt on and well she was glad the girls was in place although open. Malfoys hand was making its way up her thigh. She slammed the portrait behind her unnecessarily loudly. The girl glanced up and her smile fell upon seeing her. Hermione had the urge to laugh.

"Nice Malfoy, you're going for Weasley left overs?" she told him. At that, his smile fell.

" Later Rachel, I have things to do. Please leave," he informed the girl who pouted and ran her hand down his chest. Hermione felt her stomach and chest tighten until she was finding it a little hard to breathe. " Come on Draco, it cant be more important can it?"

" Please Rachel, not now. Leave." He told her in a stern voice. The girl buttoned her shirt and pulled on her robe before leaving with a nasty glance to Hermione. Draco sighed. "I'm sorry."

"The hell you are!" she yelled.

"Look Granger, I didn't mean for it to happen!"

"Whatever," she muttered turning away to head back to her room. Malfoy grabbed her hand and turned her back. He was still holding her hand.

"What does that mean?"

"You stood me up for that?"

"Look I didn't mean to ok?"

"Sure! This kinda thing is what cheap, characterless men do. Just like your father!" she shouted at him. She saw anger flash through his eyes. He twisted her arms around so it was pressed against her own back with her front pressing against his bare chest. His hand had formed shackles against his hand. He bent down and pressed his lips against the base of her throat.

"You've no idea what cheap, characterless men do," he growled.

"Let me go Malfoy!" she cried. Somehow, Draco could only see red. He bit down on her neck, sucking at the small pulse that was now quickening. He felt some thing wet on his cheek and he drew back to look at her face.

" I' m sorry," she muttered through little sobs and the words hit Draco like a bludger in the stomach. He let go of her quickly almost as though her skin burned him. He shut his eyes and ran a hand down his face pinching the bridge of his nose. When he looked back up, she was gone and he heard the loud resounding slam of her door. He had officially screwed things up.