Draco ran as fast as he could down the hall. Pansy's footsteps had faded already, but he hurried towards a door to his left and ducked inside it. He realized it was the library. Perhaps she would give up her chase. Draco couldn't stand her anymore.

Hermione rounded a corner to scan yet another bookshelf and looked at her watch. She had roughly ten minutes before curfew. She skimmed a few titles, picked out her found choice, and proceeded to the check out counter.

Draco skidded around shelf after shelf, out of breath, when he turned one corner and collided with someone, landing flat ontop of them. He pushed himself up with his hands and looked down at whom he had just flattened, to see a very startled and speechless Hermione Granger.

Hermione, regaining awareness of the situation, realized that the boy was still lying flat on top of her and breathing heavily into her face. He said,

"Geez, Granger, you really want me that bad, huh?"

"What?" she retorted, "You're that one lying on top of me!" She was in fact completely pinned to the floor, their two bodies flush against each other, their faces close and huffing. Hermione grabbed the back of his silk blonde head and wrenched it to her own.

Draco dove into the hot kiss, plunging his hands through her glossy locks, around her neck, down her back, when she pushed him off, but without breaking his embrace, the two scrambled to their feet. Draco was biting, licking, exhaling steamy breaths, choking, gaging, gasping for air as Madame Pince wrenched him backward by his collar and proceeded to keep a hold on him by his ear.

"That will be enough of that! Fifty points from Slytherin and Gryffindor! Miss Granger! What behavior for a student such as yourself!" She only glared at Draco. "And prefects, at that!" she frowned pulling Draco out of the isle and towards the entrance. "Three minutes 'till curfew. Now get to bed, both of you!" The door slammed in their faces. Hermione and Draco exchanged glances.

"To bed?" Draco asked.

"To bed!" she breathed as she leapt on him.