Ginny and Lavender were coming. You might scoff at the almost terrified look on my face, if in fact you could see me. My mind began to race. I would have to talk about clothes and my lack of a life and Ginny and Lavender's severe NOT lack of love lives. I would need back up, as in as much chocolate as I could manage to find. You might say there was going to be sort of an intervention along the lines of, "Hermione you can't fuck a book now can you?" I didn't have much time. I practically sprinted for the front door, keys in hand, and (in my mind) peeled out towards the market. I wouldn't be able to survive without three very specific things: chocolate covered pretzels, Hershey kisses, and a magazine with all the stupid little quizzes you love to take titled, " Does he really care?" In shorts and a bohemian styled top, I made my way into the place holding my salvation.

In search of the first item under operation survival, I ran into someone. Hard. I thought that kind of shit only happened in movies. I looked up, and confusion turned to shock, and shock turned to pure amusement. Standing in front of me was none other than Draco Malfoy.

"What in the hell are you doing in a muggle market?" I managed to eke out.

"Granger it's none of your business. I could ask you the same thing?" He said eyebrow raised.

"Well, since you're dying to know, 1) I live in muggle London, and 2) I was in desperate need of tampons." I smirked. His features morphed into disgust.

"Granger I do NOT need to know about your problems. I think I'm going to throw up." He practically yelled to everyone on aisle six. I'm not sure what possessed me, maybe it was a chance to push Malfoy in a way I hadn't, but what ever it was, I ran with it.

"Darling, I didn't know it bothered you so much." I pouted, grabbing his hand as if we were really together. Everyone on aisle six was gawked. I smiled, daring him to disagree with me.

"It's okay love; I forgive your disgusting outburst." He said kissing me soundly on the forehead, which I was definitely not expecting. I decided to play it up for the housewives missing their soaps.

"You forgive me?" I seethed, my face contorted with made up anger. "I am over you always trying to control me." I threw a finger in his face, hand placed firmly on my hip. I should have taken up an acting career. "When we get—" And my words were cut short by his lips brushing mine. It shocked my entire system, a defibrillator to the heart. I didn't pull back like Good little Granger was supposed to; instead, I leaned in while a housewife dropped her kid's favorite cereal in astonishment of our impromptu groping session. When he really started to get into it, I pulled back, and ruffled his hair.

"Later love." I winked, grabbed my necessities and sauntered to the parking lot. But in the car, the full force of what I had done hit me in the stomach. I had made out in public with my sworn enemy…and I had liked it. I could barely breathe. I knew why I had pulled myself away, because if I hadn't I would have been kissing him in that aisle all damn day.

Later that night I was dreading it. I was a terrible liar when it came to the people I cared about most. And Ginny and Lav, they knew everything about me. The minute Ginny looked at me it's like she could see what happened in the market painted across my face. I rolled my eyes, threw my hands up in defeat and told them everything.

"YOU kissed MALFOY?" Lavender squealed?

"HE kissed ME!" I emphasized. I was starting to panic.

"This is huge Herms. I mean look at you stepping out, and with Malfoy of all people." I didn't like the look on her face. Everyone knew Malfoy was fit, but it's not like I was some ugly toad!

"Gin calm down." I said blushing. "It didn't mean anything. Just like always we were trying to one up each other." I tried to convince myself.

"He wouldn't have kissed you if he didn't want to." Lavender stated like this was seventh grade. "And you know what that means? He wants you."

"And I care because?" I asked. I knew I couldn't lie to myself. Just thinking about today made me flush.

"Oh don't pretend like you don't. I know you too well."

"So what is it you expect me to do about it?"

"Pony up," Lavender smirked, using some American phrase she'd heard on my muggle TV.

"Absolutely not," I snapped. But it was too late. The image of me riding Malfoy with a cowboy hat on took over my mind.

A/N I own nothing. I am basically re-vamping this story. I wrote it when I was a freshman in high school, and I'd like to polish it just a little bit.