Because you guys wanted a continuation, I'll make this a two shot. I won't be adding any more to this so I hope you'll be happy with this ending.

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement with excitement and chatter as the students giddily talked about their plans for the upcoming Christmas vacation and the delicious feast magically appeared in front of them. Tonight was the last night before the winter holidays and everyone was giddy and anxious to retreat to the safety of their own homes as the threat of Death Eaters still hung in the air. Using the vacation as a reminder that there was still happiness and hope in the world, despite Voldemort coming back in power, helped everyone feel at ease. But the one thing that made everyone feel the most relieved was that they had Dumbledore - the only one Voldemort was ever afraid of.

Hermione was sitting with her best friends, Harry and Ron, at the Gryffindor table, along with their other fellow Gryffindors. Ron was eating nosily and stuffing himself as usual and Harry stole not so subtle glances at Ginny and Dean. Meanwhile, Hermione tried to avoid looking in any direction but the Slytherin table where Malfoy was.

"C'mon 'Mione, eat some of this pie. It's delicious," Ron exclaimed, his mouth full of it. Saliva and fragments of food sprayed her face and she hastily wiped it away with a napkin then folding it neatly on her lap.

"How can I eat this knowing that slavery was used to make us this?" the brunette witch hissed as she turned away from her food in disgust. "And don't talk with your mouth full, Ronald!" She then folded her arms across her chest, refusing to acknowledge anyone who offered her food or chastised her for being silly.

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled fondly. "That's Hermione, always putting others before herself." He reached out and squeezed her hand. "We're lucky to have a friend like you."

Ron choked on some of his pie before managing to barely swallow it down whole. "S-she needs to get over this 'spew' thing - honestly, it would've never worked out," he breathed as Hermione muttered a quick anapneo to stop his choking.

"You are going to start 'spewing' if you don't eat properly," she snapped and turned away from the clueless ginger. "And it's not 'spew.' It's the Society for the Promotion of Elvish Welfare." She haughtily stuck her nose in the air, irked that her only best friends don't care for starving themselves for a humanitarian purpose.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other and shrugged. They were used to Hermione's mood swings. Every month.

"So, Hermione, what did you do yesterday? Harry and I were looking for you but you just disappeared," Ron mentioned casually as he now proceeded to stuff mashed potatoes in his mouth.

"You'll have to be more specific. I'd done a lot of things yesterday," she replied. Including kissing their sworn enemy, Malfoy... Speaking of whom, she allowed herself a quick glance at the Slytherin table to peek at the handsome bully whom she snogged just yesterday.

At the Slytherin table, Malfoy was with his friends as usual. Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were across from him and Pansy Parkinson was next to him, gripping his arm. Pansy reached over and brushed Draco's hair away from his face, sparking a twinge of annoyance to ripple through Hermione. Shocked at her reaction to this, a scary thought occurred to Hermione. She couldn't possibly want Draco after a single accidental kiss, could she?

As if he could hear her thoughts, Malfoy turned and stared at her with an unfathomable expression on his face. She quickly looked away, knowing she got caught, but not before she thought she caught a wink sent her way from the self-centered blond.

"What are you looking at?" Ron questioned, noticing Hermione's blush. He sounded quite upset and turned around to see who made Hermione as red as his hair.

"Oh, nothing important. Dumbledore just smiled at me," Hermione quickly made up. Ron couldn't know that she made out with Malfoy. First, he would kill Malfoy, then kill her, then kill both of them again in the afterlife.

"Why are you blushing then? Isn't he a bit too old for you?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. She looked away from him. She couldn't see a smirk and not think of Malfoy. Thinking of Malfoy led to thinking of their kiss which made her want him. But she didn't want him. She wanted Ron. Well at least she thought she did, not since after the kiss...

"So how are you and Lavender?" Hermione changed the subject. She covered her cheeks with her hands and was surprised to find they were still warm.

"We're over. Thank God. I was getting tired of her. I mean, her Christmas present was too much and her clinginess drives me bloody mad. It was for the best," he paused and smiled knowingly at her. "And besides, I was beginning to like someone else anyway."

Suddenly, a tall, slender figure sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, where the trio sat, much to everyone's surprise and Hermione's delight at being spared of having to respond to Ron. He absentmindedly raked his fingers through his pale blond hair as he approached them.

Harry immediately stood up and took out his wand. "Get out, Malfoy." His voice didn't have malice in it but his tone said enough about his feelings to the Slytherin's presence.

"Don't flatter yourself, Potter. I'm not here for you," Draco halfheartedly sneered. His eyes flickered over to Hermione and his face betrayed him as a small smile crept on. The memory of their last meeting has echoed in his thoughts since she left him.

Ron gaped at him and stood up, alongside Harry. "Go away, Malfoy, or so help me, I will MAKE you." He threateningly took his battered wand out and pointed it at Draco's chest. "Get your filthy eyes off Hermione. You're not even worthy to look at her," he snarled.

Draco backed away and smirked his infamous smirk. "I would suggest trying a mint before you attempt to snog Brown and fail because of that stink you call a breath," he responded smoothly. He turned his attention away from the speechless wizards and focused on the one person he sought out from the beginning.

Hermione's cheeks once again flushed and she hid her face behind her bushy mane.

Remembering their last meeting, he didn't blame her for being embarrassed. But he figured she'd get over it, seeing as how calm she was when she left him before. "How are you doing, Hermione?" Draco asked as he shoved McLaggen over and took a seat beside her. McLaggen scowled but didn't say anything in fear of Draco's wrath, despite the former being older.

"I'm fine, Malfoy," Hermione informed him. He smiled at the haughtiness in her voice. She was definitely back to normal. Was that a good thing?

"Oh, are we back to calling each other by our last names? Because I recall that last time -" Draco's sentence got cut short as she slapped a hand over his mouth.

She smiled apologetically at Harry and Ron, who were still standing there watching them, frozen in shock, and pulled Draco away from the crowded room, in which everyone was watching their little exchange, keeping her other hand on his mouth. She led him to the library's restricted section where they would be alone to talk in private and let out a sigh of relief as she pulled her hand away from his mouth.

Draco couldn't help but let out a sigh of his own as she pulled away. He loved every touch they made with each other. He also hated it because his cravings get deeper with every touch. "If you wanted to touch me so badly, you could've just asked," he winked. He could never get tired of seeing a flustered and embarrassed Hermione. It was also an adorable sight too.

Hermione twiddled her fingers and refused to look him in the eye as she spoke. "What happened between us yesterday was NOT intended. I wasn't in my right mind. We're going to go back to our usual ways and will never speak of it again. Got it?" At this, she did look at him in the eye, almost daring him to retaliate.

He expected as much. There was no way Hermione would admit her feelings and agree to date him. He was part of a respected and feared pureblood family with Death Eaters. She was a Muggleborn and best friends with the boy who was destined to defeat the Dark Lord. They were the most unlikely couple yet they seemed to match each other perfectly. He had to make her see this.

Draco reached out and softly caressed Hermione's flushed cheek. She immediately raised her hand to smack his away but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her wrist and slammed his mouth upon hers, like he did yesterday. He felt her restraining but he pressed on her, demanding entrance to her mouth. Eventually she gave in and allowed him to kiss her. And kiss her he did indeed. He pushed her against a bookshelf and ran his hands down her sides as he heavily kissed her soft lips over and over again. She tasted like strawberries and he assumed it was her lip balm, seeing how she refused to eat before. He had been longing to taste her again. Just once more so he could finally be forever satiated. It drove him mad how much he cared for her after one passionate kiss. Surely relationships don't work this way? But right now, he couldn't care less as their kiss turned into hunger and desire.

Her hands found his hair once more and she smiled against his lips as she curled a section of his hair around her finger. She had yearned to touch his hair again after entangling her fingers in them yesterday. His hair was still as touchable as ever. She made another mental note to ask about the hair gel. Realizing that he had her pinned against the bookshelf, she refused to let him dominate her and pulled away from him. She was not one to give in to a man and he should know this by now.

Draco looked at her in confusion and with some hurt. She gave him the smirk he knew all too well and he immediately returned it with his one of his own. She pushed his arms away from both sides of her head and placed her hand on his chest as he slammed into the bookshelf across from them. Running her fingers up and down his chest, she felt his hard muscles underneath the thick layer of his robes. Although quite thin, Malfoy was quite fit from quidditch.

He groaned, his agony growing. "Just kiss me already, Hermione," he growled.

She smiled a very un-Hermioneish smile and delicately pulled the green and silver scarf on his neck. She leaned in, her lips inches away from his inch and laughed a breathy laugh.

Draco squirmed with longing and lust and snarled without malice, "That's not funny." He leaned in to steal a kiss but she dodged away at the very last second.

She brushed his hair from his eyes and daintily kissed his forehead. Moving down, she then kissed his nose and cheeks. She stopped at his lips and he growled once more.

"I swear to God, you'll be the death of me." He grabbed her sides and pulled her closer. Before her lips could touch his, she placed a finger on his lips and Draco groaned again. He couldn't stand the teasing any longer. He would take her right now, right here if he had to.

"Shut up, Malfoy. I've never done this before," Hermione instructed.

"Draco," he immediately corrected. "Just call me Draco from now on."

She licked his lips playfully and tasted the pie that Ron had been scarfing down earlier.

Ron. She backed away from Draco to clear her head. She loved Ron yet here she was making out with his sworn enemy. But she enjoyed making out with him even though she shouldn't. How could she when he had tormented her and her best friends all these years? The insults, the curses, the sneers. She could never forget that he once called her Mudblood. That can't all be forgiven for with one kiss, can it?

And Ronald Bilius Weasley. Oh, she swooned just hearing his name. She had loved him since their first year when she first interrupted him and Harry on the Hogwarts Express. The red hair instantly caught her eye and his ever present grin made her gush with desire every time she saw him. She had loved him for five years now but now that he liked her back, she just didn't feel the same spark and rush of attraction. He just didn't give her that same feeling anymore. The same feeling Draco gave her now.

Speaking of girlfriends, Draco had Pansy. Pansy was obnoxious and crude and just plain horrible. How could Draco even stand her? And worst of all, how could he cheat on her with Hermione? She looked at him, startled by the lust and desire still in his eyes as he eyed her. She caused these emotions stirring inside him. She, Hermione Jean Granger, was attracting Draco, of all people. This was unbelievable and mindblowing and absolutely thrilling.

Draco tried to capture his mouth with Hermione's again but she took a few steps backward and crashed into the bookshelf which they were heavily making out against before. They stared at each other for what felt like the longest time. Each was in their own world, thinking about their struggles, and each other. Hermione opened her mouth and Draco knew what she was going to say. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to break down in front of her.

He held up his hand. "I get it. You don't want to do this. I'll stop."

Hermione bit her lip and watched him go. "Wait! Malfoy!" she called.

Draco refused to turn around, remembering what happened the last time she called him like that. He heard her run to him and made no attempt to turn around and face her. She obviously made up her mind. What more could she want?

She grabbed his arm and whirled him around to face her.

"What do you want?" he snarled. He winced at the venom he heard in it and noticed that she did too. The last thing he wanted to see on her face was hurt so he turned away before she could respond.

"This," she whispered. She grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to her. Her lips found his and he melted into the kiss once again.

I tried to add more humor and made up for the length with some cute, or rather steamy, romance at the end.

Anyways, thank you for reading! Please review if you want and let me know what you think!