A/N: Waddup? Lol. Well, if you're reading this then you've obviously realized the wonder that is the pairing of Hermione and Draco… suh-weet! Anyways, I wasn't sure whether to leave this as a one-shot or to continue with it as a story… tell me what you think! Hehe )

Disclaimer: Duh. OF COURSE I OWN HARRY POTTER! I mean, what did you think? That some british chick with blonde hair had copyrights or something? Pfft, YEAH, riiiiiiighhht.

Enjoy and please review with any comments/suggestions! Thank you!

And the worst part was: she kissed back.

"Dammit! I can't find it anywhere! All the copies must've been taken out already… oh well, it was worth a shot," Hermione sighed as she climbed down the ladder, her eyes occasionally flicking towards the titles of the many books stacked on the many shelves.

It was a cold winter's night and the halls of Hogwarts were silent as she left the library where she had been working into the late hours of the night, even Madame Pince had left. It was an hour or two past midnight, all that could be heard was but the faint whistling of the gentle breeze sweeping the corridors and stairways.

"And where might you be going, my dear Mudblood?" drawled an all too familiar voice, slightly surprising Hermione as she came the down the steps. She turned around only to come face to face with Draco Malfoy, his molten grey eyes challenging.

"Not that it's any of your business, Malfoy, but I've just been at the library. However, I might go as far as to wonder what you're doing here so late?" she retorted.

"Not that it's any of your business, Granger, but I've just been at- oh, wait, why would I tell you?" he laughed maliciously.

"Been making anyone else's life miserable or is it just me?" asked Hermione, glaring at his smug face.

"I try, but it's just so hard when your pathetic life is already so miserable, Granger. There is, after all, only so much I can do. What? Did Weasel and The Boy Who Just Won't Bloody Die dump you already? How ever will they pass their exams now?" Draco mocked, feigning disbelief.

"Well, with friends like Goyle and Crabbe, no wonder you barely pass yours! You know, Malfoy, you are one disgusting, arrogant, pig-headed arseho-" she fired back, clenching her fists in fury as her face started heating up, brown eyes blazing.

"Temper, temper, Granger, don't want to say or do anything we might regret later on, now would we?"

"Really, Malfoy, is your life so dull and wretched that you have nothing better do than to make other's the same?"

"And what would you know about my life, Granger?" Draco spat, his eyes narrowing in contempt.

"Hah! Touched a soft spot, have we? Well, maybe now you know how it feels to be insulted so deeply!"

"Insulted by you? Being in your very presence is insulting enough, thank you!" he retorted, his tone dripping with malevolence. The tension around them was rising with every word that was said, both unleashing their anger on one another.

"Sod off, Malfoy! You know, you are such a- a-"

"Handsome devil? Sexy god? An unbelievably gorgeous specimen of the male species? Yes, I know all this already, Granger," he smirked.

"Why not just have 'self-absorbed' tattooed on your forehead? It's much less obvious," she replied sarcastically, her face contorting in anger.

"The truth isn't always ugly, Granger, although in your case…"

"You prick! Why don't you go back to kissing Voldemort's arse?" Hermione shouted, taking a step closer to him, looking him straight in the eye, however, him being taller.

"And why don't you shove that condescending Gryffindor superiority saint complex up yours! " he barked, taking a step closer to her, remaining in eye-contact, both determined in their stance.

A sharp echo could be heard throughout the corridor. Draco now gently ran his fingers on the left side of his face, now sore and red. Hermione panted heavily, flustered as her eyes rebelliously glared at him, lowering her hand, now numb. His grey orbs staring at her with the same white hot intensity.

Draco grabbed her arms and pulled her close, so close she could feel his hot breath on her throat as his lips crashed upon hers, emotions and passions swirling within them as if flames had been lit. All anger, sadness, worry and anguish came out in waves, shaking the very ground they were clinging to…

And the worst part was: Hermione Granger kissed back

A/N: Well, there you go! I hope you liked it and please review with any comments/suggestions on whether to continue this as a story or to leave it as a oneshot! Thank you!