A/N: Oh snaps, I totally forgot about this story. D: Please forgive me! Please R&R :)

Disclaimer: I totally wish I were stuck under the mistletoe with Draco Malfoy... but alas, he is not mine, and neither is anyone else :(

"Bloody Merlin's ball sacks!" Draco cursed. Of all people to be stuck under the mistletoe with! It was no use, he knew. He was going to have to kiss the bloody wench for ten seconds before hey were released from this ridiculous predicament.

"YOUR ball sacks will be bloody if you don't figure out a way to-"

"If you will just hold STILL, Granger, we can get this over with!"

"No! I refuse to kiss you!" Hermione thrashed and kicked, but kept snapping right back into Malfoy the moment she was more than a foot away.

"If you keep trying to leave, both of us will end up bruised from your crashing into me!"

Hermione felt tears sting her eyes. There was no way that she really had to kiss him, was there? After all of these years, she had always avoided such a terrible fate, and now, during her last year in Hogwarts, she was going to have to kiss the imbecile? At least Cormac had intentions to be a good person! "I'd rather end up handicapped than ever kiss the likes of you," Hermione spat.

"Likes of me? I'm the one who-"

"Right, because I'm a Mudblood." Gasps were heard all around, and the entire room fell to silence. Hermione had taken it too far, and she knew it.

Draco gritted his teeth, holding his hand back. Malfoys did not lose their composure, and he would not strike a lady. Even if Granger was not really a lady... she had female parts, and that counted. "You of all people would know that I risked my life to save the remaining Muggle-borns. Including you."

"You risked your life to save your own! You just didn't want to end up like your Daddy-dearest, didn't you?"

"Do not... Do not... Don't you dare. Bring. My. Father. Into. This."

"I hit a nerve, didn't I? You're disgusting, and I would never kiss you. Even if it meant I had to stay here and rot."

Draco's eyes turned to the colour of cold steel as he grabbed Hermione's arm and ground out, "I'm not going to waste my time being stuck to a filthy... Mudblood like you."

Hermione didn't even have time to protest when Draco Malfoy dove in and pressed his lips to hers. This Draco Malfoy frightened her. She didn't mean what she said. Really. He simply riled her up, and she didn't like to back down. Sometimes, she spoke before she thought, and then her adrenaline just started to- As quickly as they came, Malfoy's lips left. Almost before she could blink, the bloke had left the Great Hall. She gingerly touched her fingers to her lips before following suit.

"What just happened?" Ginny whispered to Blaise.

Blaise leaned in, taking an obvious whiff of the redhead's hair, before whispering back, "I think they just proved that they like each other, and the sexual tension is driving them crazy."

Swatting Blaise lightly on the nose, Ginny asked, "Do you think Malfoy's going to be okay?"

"He's probably on his way to destroy the Slytherin Common Room."

Despite the situation, Ginny found herself in an uncontrollable fit of giggles, "Why not the Heads' Common?"

"Our dear Head Girl has that taken care of," Blaise said, with a chuckle, "She's bound to be confused and frustrated with herself, I'd bet."

"She's my best friend!"

"And I'm observant, dear red-head. When and where should we plant the next batch of surprise?"

Draco looked. None of the other Slytherins had bothered to even come back into the Common Room after the incident in the Great Hall. Not that he blamed them. The first time the two had a huge row and he came in he had yelled at everyone there, unleashed mass destruction, shredded the furniture, and made all the First through Third Years cry. Everyone knew to avoid him.

But really, how dare Granger talk about the past?

She knew he had risked his life to save them. He had even lied to the Dark Lord to his noseless face about knowing their identity! It wasn't about saving his own life.

If he had exposed them... the Dark Side would have won. He would have been safe. His family would have been safe.

She knew he didn't think of her as a Mudblood. In a rare occasion of truce between the two, he had apologized. She had accepted. In fact, he had even become civil with Potter and Weasley, already! How could she even...

Draco kicked a shattered chair into the wall. They didn't get along, but at the very least, he hadn't expected her to go that low.

He had expected her to be a better person than that.

Hermione rubbed her lips vigorously, trying to rid Malfoy's presence from herself. Truth be told, though, she couldn't tell if she was scrubbing because she was disgusted at him, herself, or the situation.

Why did I even say that? Hermione looked in the mirror, splashing water into her face. I know he isn't that bad of a person, and I still kept going. Currently, she was leaning more towards being disgusted with herself.

No, not just disgusted. She was frustrated. She was frustrated that he could rile her up so terribly, even though she knew he was a good person. Her lips were starting to hurt and chafe from her constant rubbing, but she couldn't get the scene out of her head.

His eyes were so cold, but his lips were so warm.

He was human, but she had made him build up walls so high... Why can't I think before I speak, sometimes? His eyes were so warm when he had apologized all those months ago... she knew he meant it. She knew that he was only taught to act a certain way, and when he was old enough to tell right from wrong, he had to act accordingly to save his family. She knew it. And still, she... it was disgusting.

Hermione couldn't tell whether she was crying, or the water was from when she splashed water on her face, but suddenly, she was hit by an overwhelming need for a hug, and someone to tell her everything was alright. Not even a snuggle from Crooshanks would be enough this time around.

Draco nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard her voice.

It was already 2AM when he had calmed down enough to return to the Head Commons, and he had not expected her to be sitting on the couch, waiting for him.

"You're back," she said, softly.

"Shouldn't you be hiding from me in case I want to rid the world of filthy Mudbloods?" Draco bit back, bitterly.

"I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."

"You said what you think is the truth. Don't be sorry," Draco replied coldly. It didn't matter what she thought of him. She was one of millions... billions of people. Most witches and wizards had been open about accepting that he was not his father, but by now, he should be used to those who weren't.

"But that's just it, it's not what I think," Hermione said, rising from her seat, turning to face him, "I don't know why I-"

"Freudian slip. What you think unconsciously is usually what you really think, Granger."

"That's not-"

"Go to sleep. Good night," Draco said, walking into his own room, magically locking it. Though they didn't get along, he really had thought his apology had been accepted. He really had thought that Granger and he had reached an understanding. Realizing that she still thought so terribly of him hurt more than it should.

Hermione stood in front of the couch, watching him slip into his room. She had never felt so useless in her life, even when she was laying on the floor with "mudblood" etched into her arm while Harry faced death. Malfoy's eyes had been so unfamiliar... She had grown accustomed to his silver eyes. Their fights were almost never ending, and sometimes she borderline hated him, but she always noticed those eyes. They were alive. They were different from the dead eyes she saw two years ago... they were different from the dead eyes now.

His walls were up, again... just like two years ago when he had to let in the Death Eaters. Hermione remembered watching him doodle absentmindedly in class, put the wrong ingredient in potions, sleep through exams. She remembered his eyes... they were the colour of cold steel. She remembered watching him from a distance, half worried, half suspicious.

This time, however, she had caused those walls. Not Voldemort. She was just as bad as Voldemort, and that was what made her feel the guiltiest.

You weren't kidding when you said Malfoy was going to destroy this place!"

"He's been my best mate since we were wee babes, of course I know him best."

Ginny picked up a piece of what she reckoned was a table and said, "How do you all put up with this? They fight on a daily basis!"

"They only get this bad once in a while. Granger really hurt him this time."

"For someone who thinks so much, she doesn't have a very good filter," Ginny agreed, "I'm sure she didn't mean what she said. She just likes to have the last word."

"I just hope for Draco's sake that she's apologizing right now," Blaise said, "but then again, I don't think he would accept her apology easily."

"Merlin's beard, what will happen when we plant the next branch of mistletoe?"

"I don't know, but I have a feeling Granger will watch her tongue. Now, how about you help me with clean-"

"Are you, or are you not a wizard?" Ginny whipped her her wand and muttered a few spells. Everything began repairing themselves, placing themselves back into place.

Blaise's jaw dropped. This witch is amazing. "How did-"

"I live with all brothers, remember? Mum knows quite a few spells that I picked up on."

"You, my lovely witch, just might be the one for me!" Blaise sank down to one knee grandly, "Will you, Ginerva Weasley, become my wife and help me clean the Slytherin Commons every time Drake decides to unleash his emotions?"

Ginny laughed, "I'm sorry, but I cannot accept, my price in the stock market keeps going up! It'd be a pity to withdraw from the market for you."

Blaise feigned heartbreak, clutching his chest, writhing in fake spasms, declaring dramatically: "But you are the love of my life! I will invest in all of you! Just you wait!"

"Well, you still have to prove to me that you're man enough to play in the market," Ginny said with a wink, "It's late, I should go back to the Gryffindor Tower."

"I'll walk you," Blaise offered.

"I'll be fine," Ginny said, smiling, "One person hiding from Filch is a lot easier than two. You go to sleep," she kissed him on the cheek before exiting the room.

Sleep was not a very likely candidate for Blaise tonight.