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"You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" Hermione screeched as she stalked towards the blonde-haired boy in front of her, wand pointed at his face.

Draco Malfoy slunk back, eyes fixed on the wand two inches from his face.

"Don't Hermione! He's not worth it," Ron pleaded from behind the bushy-haired brunette. She glared at Malfoy for another second before lowering her wand.

Malfoy visibly relaxed. Damn. Hermione looks good today. "Good choice, Granger. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt," he drawled.

Hermione drew closer and looked Malfoy straight in the eye. "Don't humor yourself."

"Wasn't planning on it," Malfoy retorted back, leaning in closer until their lips were almost touching. Don't do it, Draco. There are people watching. But he couldn't help himself.

Hermione looked so good, and he wanted her so badly. The last thought on his mind before he pressed his lips against hers was, "Don't do it!"

Her lips tasted sweet. I wonder what the rest of her tastes like. As Malfoy slid his tongue in her mouth to do just that, Hermione drew back quickly. Shock and -was that longing?- slid across her face. Malfoy didn't have long to contemplate before a fist connected with his nose, causing an audible crack and blood to spurt from his nose.

Damn it that hurt! Who knew a Mudblood could hit that hard? Before a second blow could come, Malfoy ran past Hermione and into the castle, Crabbe and Goyle not far behind him.