A/N: It's been a long time, I know I'm sorry. I have been taking care of a lot of personal matters in the past couple of years, and it just kind of took over my life. I'm sorry! I recently graduated, and I'm back to write a lot more~ I'm actually going to be rather busy once my job begins this upcoming week, so I am only going to be able to write and upload over the weekends. I hope you all understand 3 No uber long hiatuses again. I pinky promise.

Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? I'm pretty sure we all know I'm not JKR.

Hermione groaned as she sat up with a crick in her neck. She hadn't meant to fall asleep in the Common Room, it just… happened. After Draco had slammed the door, she had just sat there, not knowing what to do. In her thoughts, she must have drifted off to sleep. Looking down, she saw that Draco had at some point put his Slytherin cloak over her. She winced. It wasn't that she didn't like Draco, she just didn't get along with him. Hermione dropped her head to her hands. She really did it this time, didn't she? Not only did she completely ruin any chances of their relationship improving, but here he was, still acting as the bigger person and putting his bloody cloak over her to keep her warm. The worst thing is that she knows that she is in the wrong, and Gryffindors are supposed to be better than Slytherins, but that's not how things were playing out.

Judging from the sound of the shower, it was probably about time for her to wake up and get ready for breakfast. She dragged herself into her room, forcing herself to start wrestling with the her bird's nest. She'd thank Draco for the cloak, later.

"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" Ginny asked.

"I'm sure," Blaise whispered back.

"What makes you so sure that they will walk out together?"

"Trust me," Blaise replied, arrogantly, "I thought we already established that I'm the observant one."

"If you say so…"

The duo silenced themselves and continued staring at the door from under Harry's invisibility cloak, awaiting the two Heads to exit their private dormitory.

"Albus, didn't you hear their argument last night?"

"Indeed, I did," Albus smiled, "I also heard about the kiss."

"It was more of a pressing of the lips, than a kiss," McGonagall argued. "I didn't even know how to deal with all the Slytherins who were out of their dorm after curfew, because they told me that Mister Malfoy was in the process of destroying the place!"

"Just a bit of sexual tension," Dumbledore said with glee twinkling in his eyes. "We've been young before, Minerva. You know that-"

"I will not condone sexual behavior in Hogwarts under my care!" the indignant woman interrupted.

"I'm not saying that they will do anything sexual under your care, Minerva, and I don't think Miss Granger will let that happen, either. I just simply think a bit of matchmaking will make for wonderful holiday magic this year."

Headmistress McGonagall just sighed. There was no arguing with Albus Dumbledore. Dead or not, he was still the same meddlesome fool he was. As meddlesome as he is, though, he's never been wrong.

Draco looked up, shocked when Hermione Granger ran out of her room. He was amused by her. She fiddled with the cloak she was holding before extending it out to him, "Thanks for last night."

He grabbed the cloak "I didn't want you to get sick and cough your Mudblood germs all over our Common Room."

"That's not what you really-"

"Don't act like you know me, Granger. Assuming just makes an ass out of you and me."

Hermione blinked, "That's a Muggle phrase."

"I lived in Muggle London for a while," he answered, curtly. That was when he realized her mistake. "Take off your cloak."

"What?"

"I said, take off your cloak!"

Hermione shoved Draco Malfoy out of the way, and stepped out of the Common Room. How dare he try and tell her what to do?

Draco grabbed Hermione at that moment and stepped out with her. "Look down, Granger. That's not a Gryffindor Badge."

Ginny and Blaise looked at each other with wide eyes. What happened? Did that really happen? Maybe all the pent up, violent sexual frustration had finally gotten the best of the two Heads and they…

Blaise was the first to shake his head. "She wouldn't look so angry if they did," he whispered. "I'm guessing that she fell asleep on the couch, and Drake put his cloak on her. She probably put on the wrong cloak this morning."

"Why would he do that? He should hate Hermione after yesterday!" Ginny whispered back, fiercely.

"Ah, ah, ah! There's only a fine line between hate and love, and I don't' think Drakie-Poo has ever hated our beloved Head Girl," Blaise replied.

"Oh," Hermione flushed a violent shade of red as she unclasped and stripped the cloak and shoved it into Draco's hands.

"Just because I'm a Death Eater doesn't mean I'm trying to rape you and order you around every moment I have," Draco spat as he literally threw Hermione's cloak at her.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Save it. I don't want to hear it."

Ashamed, Hermione took to run away. What neither of them accounted for, however, was the force in which her body snapped back to him with a mutual "OOMPF!" The two students warily looked up.

"You've got to be kidding!" Hermione shrieked.

Draco gave up an unintelligible grunt.

"I'm not kissing you, again!"

"You didn't in the first place!" he seethed. "Are my Death eater lips too filthy for you? Let me tell you something, Hermione Granger, and you listen well! I do not want to kiss you, either, but I also refuse to listen to you rant about your bloody prejudices! So either you let me kiss you now, or I swear to Merlin's pornography addiction that I will kiss you anyways!"

Not to be outdone, Hermione grabbed him by his tie and crashed her lips to his in a smush of lips. "Now we're even, Malfoy."

Draco made a ceremony of wiping his lips and storming off to breakfast. A few moments later, Hermione followed suit, their Common Room door slamming behind them.

"That was…"

"What did I tell you, my love? They did exit together," Blaise teased as they shed their disguise.

"Bloody hell, Blaise, how do you do it?" Ginny was extremely impressed. Their last few months of friendship had given her enough reason to be attracted to the Italian Slytherin, but the last 24 hours has made her positively smitten. Not that she would ever admit it, of course. She was no longer the little girl who blushed at her famous crush and ran from boys. No, she was Ginerva Weasley, who had gone through war. She had come out a strong woman who would never let a crush become her life, the way she let her infatuation for Harry control her.

"Slytherins are cunning. We think a few steps ahead," he winked.

"What do you think will happen now?"

"I'm guessing that they will be too wrapped up in each other to even realize that we're missing."

"Oh?" Ginny raised a delicate brow.

"Which means that we can probably enter together, and they won't be none the wiser," he smirked.

"So we can discuss where to place the next mistletoe bunch?" Ginny asked innocently.

"How about… right there?" Blaise pointed to a spot near them.

"What's the strategy for placing it there?" Ginny asked, scrunching up her nose in confusion.

"Kynein viscum!" Blaise muttered with a swift swish of his wand. Within moments, the delicate plant dangled at the place Blaise pointed at before. Taking Ginny by the hand, he purposely stepped under the plant. "To kiss you," he replied simply.

"I call foul play," Ginny mocked, "how sad that you have to use such Slytherin tactics to get a kiss from a girl." Inside, however, her heart pounded, battling her mind for control. She's heard of Blaise's ways with girls. It wasn't that he was cruel with girls, but simply that he's fickle. It's broken the hearts of many, not that he tried to. It simply was who he was.

"Are you afraid of a kiss?" he challenged, cocking his eyebrow in a teasing manner.

You have no idea, Ginny bit her tongue from saying anything embarrassing. "Kisses don't scare me, Blaise Zabini. I just don't like kissing people who aren't man enough to properly request kisses." She knew she was treading on dangerous grounds. It was quite possible that Blaise was simply being Blaise, and kisses meant absolutely nothing to him. It would mean something to her, though. And that would hurt, should the truth ever come out.

"May I have a kiss, Ginerva Weasley?" Blaise did a mock bow, oblivious to the inner battle that raged within her.

"Have I a choice, Mister Zabini?" she curtsied back. When he raised himself from his bowing position, the short red-head girl simply stood on her tippy toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. She turned around to walk towards the Great Hall before noticing the goofy grin Blaise sported.

"Evil ferret prat!" Ginny sat down to hear Hermione spout endless insults about the Head Boy. "I can't believe this…"

Ginny drowned out the conversation as she bit into her pumpkin pastry. It was obvious that Harry was absentmindedly nodding at whatever Hermione was saying, while Ron shoveled food down his gullet, completely deaf to the insults.

"….Zabini."

Ginny nearly choked at his name, "What?"

Hermione sighed impatiently, "I said: why couldn't Head boy be Zabini?"

"Why would you want that?" She hoped that no one noticed the blush creeping to her face. Her ears felt hot just thinking about the kiss that just transpired between herself and said boy.

"He's a Slytherin, so that would induce Inter-House Relationships. Zabini is almost just as smart as Malfoy, and he is a lot more nicer," Hermione ticked off, triumphantly, "there's no reason why he couldn't have been made Head Boy."

"The fact remains that you and Draco have the highest marks, though," Ginny argued. "There's no reason to not appoint him as Head Boy."

Hermione huffed, knowing that Ginny was right. It doesn't change the fact that she couldn't deal with the Head Boy, though. The whole school knows, for cripes sake, that they did not get along. It was a miracle that they had gone through the past few months without tearing the entire castle apart with their arguments. The Christmas tree that glittered with tinsel and lights in itself was still not done, though the Yule holidays were only a week away.

And quite honestly, more than anything, Hermione was angry at herself. What Malfoy said earlier had struck a chord. Though she didn't hold any prejudice, it did not stop habit from making her say do and say things that were cruel. That made her even worse than Malfoy, who had been forced to say cruel things… yet he held his tongue just fine. Never once did he call her a Mudblood, until that morning, and that was only in response to her insult to his belief system. It's no secret that Head Boy held no hatred towards Muggles and Muggleborns. If she were to be honest with herself, it hurt to know that he didn't want to kiss her. She's logical enough to know that she's not the prettiest, but she's also definitely not the ugliest. A bit of her pride had been stripped away by the way he showed no interest in her, at all. Of course, their relationship probably had something to do with it, but still! He is a handsome male, and it is only natural that a girl would want some sort of attraction from him. It bothered her to no end that she could not deny that he was good looking, and a part of her wanted him to like her well enough to kiss her when they were under the mistletoe. That being said, she would still never admit it to the stubborn, idiotic, witty, intelligent, handsome ferret boy.

"Malfoy!"

Draco snapped to attention when Theo finally bellowed out his surname, trying to get his attention. "What?" he snapped.

Theo didn't say anything, but simply looked down. Draco followed his gaze and stared at the bent fork in his hand.

Draco groaned and settled for a pumpkin pastry instead. There was no way he was going to be able to use utensils today. He hadn't meant to get so worked up by Granger. She was just another person who saw him as vile. The rest of the school had accepted him and his fellow returning Slytherins as reformed, and good. However, she obviously still held prejudices against him. It could be worse; she could be prejudice against all the returning Slytherins. That made it all the more infuriating, though. Good deeds shouldn't be used as justification of character, and he knew he shouldn't compare, but of all the returning Slytherins, he was the only one who had risked his life in front of her. He was also the only Slytherin who had been successfully recruited and marked, meaning that his life was most endangered by his defection. Didn't that mean anything to her? Obviously, not.

"Granger?" Theo asked, knowingly.

"Don't even mention her name," he snipped.

"Mention whose name? Hermione Granger?" Blaise nonchalantly asked as he sat down next to Draco. His silly smile from the youngest Weasley had yet to disappear.

Draco didn't even bother with words. Instead, he just growled, again.

"Well, double potions with Gryffindor, today! I hope you'll be ready to face your lab partner."

This day couldn't get worse. First the mistletoe incident and now double potions? Snape had the epiphany that the Head students should be model students, meaning that they should be the model lab partner. As much as he loved his godfather, there was just simply no way….

"What did she do to get you so riled up today, anyways?"

Draco stared at his best friend, daring him to ask again. Blaise simply lifted an eyebrow, mocking his current state of distress. "Granger accused me of trying to rape her."

"What? Merlin's saggy titties, what in the bloody world of Boggarts did you do?"

"What do you mean what did I do? I let her borrow my cloak as a blanket last night, and she wore the wrong cloak! I asked her to take it off, and she just glared at me and stepped out! And then I grabbed her! I couldn't let her walk out with my cloak!"

"And then?" Blaise prodded him to go on.

"And then there was the bloody mistletoe that has been following us everywhere. I swear, once I find who it is that is…"

"There's mistletoe in the castle every year, Drake."

"And I've never in the past seven years have I everbeen caught under it with the exception of when Pansy pushed me under one and crawled over me and shoved her slimy tongue down my throat! Someone is tampering with the-"

"Neurotic git," Theo muttered. "Why don't you just admit that you want to shag Granger and you're frustrated because she doesn't want to shag you?"

Blaise bit back a laugh. Neurotic or not, Draco was right. He probably didn't exactly believe that the charm was being tampered with, but had just said it out of spite for the merry plant.

"Wha-what? Nott, you need to get to Madame Pomfrey, because-"

"Because it's absolutely true, mate," Blaise cut in, "and you're too much of a stubborn prat to admit to it. You like Granger, and I bet she likes you, too!"

Draco shook his head and put down his pumpkin pastry. Obviously, his mates were a bit on the loony side today. Who on earth would ever even make such a horrid and false assumption? If it wasn't obvious enough from last night, Hermione Granger definitely did not like him, and he had no reason to like some prejudice Gryffindor princess like her.

Harry and Pansy couldn't help but snicker at the pair in front of them. In the past few months, the two lab partners had become close friends. Their favourite topic to chat about while potion brewing? Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy.

Anyone with half a brain could tell that they were a match made in Heaven. That is, except for the two brightest students in school: themselves. It was infuriating, yet hilarious to watch. They were infuriating, because their stubbornness and competitiveness often got them into explosive arguments. However, they were hilarious because the aftermath of fights were always filled with so much false contempt, as though they were trying to convince themselves to not forgive the other. What made it even more funny was the fact that everyone could see the ping pong match in their minds, always bouncing back and forth between whether or not to apologize, or wait for an apology. Of course, the fight from last night was a bit worse than usual, and it was obvious that Hermione was the one who owed the apology, but certainly she had already issued it. The issue now, was that Draco refused to accept it. Not that anyone would blame him, really. The accusations that Hermione had affronted him with were quite extreme. Surely, Draco must've understood the girl's ridiculous affinity to have the last word, including saying cruel things out of habit that she did not truly mean. But that just made it all the more interesting today. Obviously, something had transpired after the fight, because their actions were completely awkward.

Pansy stifled a giggle as Hermione contemplated whether or not to ask Draco to pass the toad dung. Never had she seen the bright witch in such a predicament of opening and closing her mouth, reaching out to tap her partner and dropping her hand. Draco, on the other hand, was so focused on chopping the lacewings, that he was completely oblivious to the fact that Hermione was trying to get his attention without speaking or touching him.

Harry shook his head as Hermione gave up and swished her wand with a silent Accio! for the toad dung. The two were just too ridiculously stubborn for their own good. All they needed was a slight-

BOOM! Neville and Luna's potion exploded, next to Hermione. Blaise smirked as Draco intuitively pulled the Head Girl into his arms and turned their position so that most of the exploded potion landed on his back, rather than her. No better time for mistletoe! "Kynein viscum," he whispered. Ginny would probably kill him for leaving her out of this, but this was simply too good of an opportunity to pass up. Maybe Granger would actually take to notice and appreciate what Draco had done for her this time around.

A/N: And that's it for this chapter Please review and give me feedback! :D I love you guys!