Song for the Chapter: Laura Palmer ~ Bastille

Hermione's POV

"Hermione. Ron wants to see you." Harry tried again, but I turned away from him. Ron was still in the hospital wing. Apparently, Draco had hit him a little harder than intended. Honestly, I didn't care as much as I should have done. It satisfied me to see him getting what he deserved.

"Well, I don't want to see him," I snapped irritably. "Don't you understand what he did to me? To us? I can't believe you're still friends with him." Harry shifted uncomfortably, and I could tell he knew I was right. Before he could answer, I stood up and headed out of the hall.

I was looking for Draco, but I didn't know where to find him. Something was wrong with me. There was a knot-like feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I didn't know what it was. I felt like I needed something, kind of like when you're thirsty, but there isn't any water. I had no idea what it was, though. Maybe I was just hungry.

That was probably most likely.

And, right on cue, as I turned a corner he was there, looking oddly dishevelled. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his hair was a mess, and dirty blond strands hung over his eyes - unusually glassy. I squinted at him and stared, tilting my head slightly.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly. He swallowed and looked away. "Well?" I demanded, though not unkindly, I hoped. I grabbed his wrist and turned him back to face me, blinking up at him. It still annoyed me that he was taller.

"I don't know," Draco admitted finally, sticking his hands in his pockets and resting his head against the wall. "I just...something feels wrong. I - I don't know what it is. I feel different."

I nodded slowly. "Yeah," I mumbled. "Same...same here."

Draco chewed his lip and sighed, his hand going into his hair and attempting to make it look more presentable. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "I'll leave you alone. I bet you'd rather be in the library. Or --"

"Actually," I replied quietly, "I think I'd rather be here."

Draco looked surprised. He smiled thinly. "Really?" He joked. "Well, that's a first."

"I shouldn't have gone off last night," I muttered, stepping closer and staring up at Draco. I squeezed his wrist and his hand slipped around mine. Just to make sure I was still there.

"It's not your fault," answered Draco gently. "I probably freaked you out with the whole smoking thing. I - I like having dinner, though. It's not bad. Neither are you, come to think of it."

"Well, you are bad," I grinned, leaning closer and punching his shoulder, breaking his hold on my wrist. Which I regretted. "But I still like you. You're all right. For a Malfoy, of course."

"Thank you." Draco did a little bow and smirked, offering me his arm. "We've got a free period first," he added. "What do you want to do?"

I bit my lip hesitantly, deep in thought. "Well, there is something," I started uncertainly, wrapping my hand in his.

"Shoot," encouraged Draco, backing up against the wall and sticking his free hand in his pocket.

"Okay," I flushed. "But you might not like it." Draco chuckled, although I could tell he was a little nervous in his eyes.

"Trust me," Draco grinned, "There isn't much you'd say that I wouldn't like."

"Well, I really hope that's true," I half-mumbled, before squeezing his wrist tight, leaning up on tiptoe, and planting a kiss on his bottom lip, lingering for only a second before dropping back onto my feet and blushing crimson.

Draco stood stunned, staring down at me with wide eyes. Then he broke into a small, shy smile, and started to laugh. And then I did, too. Because I was an idiot. I was being stupid. And there was no way in hell we were ever doing that again.

"I think you've gone mad," said Draco quietly.

I looked up at him and half-grinned, adrenaline racing. "Yeah," I replied as an afterthought. "I think I have."

Author's Note: YES THEY KISSED finally I was so excited to actually write this!! Vote and comment everyone, I would like to thank everyone adding this story to their reading lists because it actually means SO much :) <3