READ THIS: Okay, so first of all, I want to apologize for the last chapter. I made lines to indicate the change of POV but they didn't show up, so sorry for the confusion. Secondly, I am probably going to give up this story all together. I'm just not feeling motivation for the storyline, and I've changed a bit as a writer and don't like some of my plot twists. I will however write a new one. If you want, I could wrap this one up quickly. Let me know your thoughts on this.

CHAPTER 8 ½

What is wrong with me? Hermione yelled at herself. Even though Malfoy had just beaten up one of her best friends, all she could think of was kissing him. He stood there, looking at her with one eyebrow raised skeptically. She realized that he probably expected her to turn and run out of the room, and that was what she should have done. He distracted her with his attractiveness.

His charming smile turned into his trademark smirk. Something about what just happened apparently amused him.

"What?" Hermione demanded, a little harsher than she intended.

"Nothing...aren't I allowed to smile?" Malfoy answered and took a step toward her. She did not move.

"No." She teased, unable to stop the smile that crept onto her face. Why am I mad at him again? She asked herself, but couldn't think of anything. She knew that she should be annoyed that he could distracted her so easily, but she wasn't.

Malfoy took another step toward her; there was barely any space between them now. He removed her pillow barrier and tossed it to the side. The soft "thunk" indicated that it landed somewhere near the couch.

"What are you doing?" She felt exposed without something between them. Her back tensed up in anticipation of what was going to happen. She hadn't thought anything through! She hadn't made a pro-con list, she hadn't flossed her teeth!

Before she could step back, Malfoy reached out and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. The motion immobilized her. He leaned in and claimed her lips for a second time.

~Draco's POV~

Draco expected her to throw the pillow at him again, a feeble attempt to show her anger; then charge out of the room. But she stayed where she was, hugging the pillow. Her mind was clearly somewhere else. He couldn't figure out what had taken her mind off of the present situation. Two seconds ago she was ready to hex him. Then her eyes flickered to his mouth.

She was thinking about their kiss. He couldn't help but smirk as she bit her lip, he wondered if she even realized she was doing it. He wanted nothing more than to snog her until she didn't even remember Weasley's name.

"What?" She demanded, pulling him out of his thoughts. He panicked for a moment, wondering if she could possibly know where his thoughts were headed.

"Nothing…"He saw that this answer wouldn't fly, "Aren't I allowed to smile?" He knew that she wasn't asking about him smiling. She wasn't so judgmental to think he never smiled.

"No." She replied in a teasing tone. How long had it been since someone besides Blaise had joked with him? He took a testing step toward her, wanting to see her reaction. She didn't move back as he expected her to. He took another. She still didn't react so he gently removed the pillow from her arms and chucked it carelessly to the side.

"W-what are you doing?" She asked in a surprised voice. Her eyes flickered to his lips again. A strand of hair fell into her eyes and he gently tucked it behind her ear. He answered her question by kissing her, it was even better than the first time.