Double Dare

I'm Tired Of Rumors Starting

Hermione woke up in a fluster the next morning. She kept dreaming of the rosy lips that were pressed against her cheek just last night.

'What is wrong with me?' she thought as she prepared herself for the barrage of questions she would inevitably be attacked with the minute Lavender and Parvati woke up. 'He's Draco. Why am I so attracted to him lately?'

Just then, Parvati Patil dashed through the door from the ladies' lavatory. "Good, you're up!" she shrieked giddily. "How was your date? Was Draco looking sexy? Never mind, he's Draco Malfoy, of course he looked sexy…" Hermione stopped listening after that. She sat there nodding her head like a zombie for ten minutes until she realized that Parvati had just asked her a question. "Well?" Parvati asked.

"I'm sorry, I just hallucinated. Huh?" Hermione said awkwardly.

"I said 'How was the kiss?'" Parvati sighed dramatically.

"Oh, it was great, very steamy, lots of tongue." She replied, her memory still lost in the dream she had that night. It hit her like a ton of bricks right after she said it that all she got was a cheek kiss last night. 'Fuck,' she thought to herself, but Parvati was already out the door, no doubt to tell the entirety of Hogwarts about the Head Girl's late night exploits with none other than the Head Boy.

Hermione rushed to get ready then raced after Parvati, hoping to get to Draco before any of her friend's gossip did. 'Tough luck,' she thought when she reached the Great Hall and saw that almost every student's eyes were alight with the juiciest gossip they'd heard in years. Amongst the masses was a tall seventh year with a huge smirk from ear to ear. Draco had heard the news about their 'steamy' kiss.

All eyes were on Hermione as the doors to the Great Hall slammed shut. The whole school expected a show, and by god, she was going to give it to them. She put on the most come-hither expression she could muster and flounced over to the Slytherin table and plopped down on Draco's lap. The look on his face was priceless to say the least; the smirk was gone.

"Hey, Babe," he muttered, nervously staring at Hermione. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing, Tiger, I was just thinking about how hot that kiss of ours was last night. You remember it, don't you?" she asked coyly. Draco picked up her hint.

He raised one eyebrow and said, "I don't know, I think I need you to refresh my memory."

With that Draco leaned in and enveloped Hermione's lips with his own. 'Finally,' both Draco and Hermione thought at the exact same time, not that either would let the other know that they liked it. The kiss was long and passionate, too intense to fake. The whole school erupted into another frenzy of chatter.

"How was that?" Hermione asked innocently, as though she didn't know that the whole school was listening.

"Not as intense as last night," Draco replied just as mock-innocently, "but it'll tide me over until we have class together third period."

Hermione smiled sweetly and replied, "Well if we got as hot as last night we'd be putting people off their porridge." Then she kissed him on his cheek and tousled his hair a little. "I like your hair a little messy," she said simply and strode over to her own table for breakfast. Draco left it like that for the rest of the day.

Third period came slowly; both Hermione and Draco wishing that time would skip forward. Hermione would never admit it to Draco, but she was really falling hard for him. Every time she saw him her gut clinched tightly and she had to hold onto something because her knees were so weak. 'He could never feel this way about me,' Hermione thought as she raced down the stairs to the fourth floor to meet up with Draco in Advanced Alchemy and It's Effects on the Magical World.

Draco had been waiting about five torturous minutes before Hermione barreled around the corner. Since their kiss (more like snog), each second apart seemed like an eternity to him. It was all he could do not to stare as she ran over to him, her russet curls bouncing playfully behind her. She seemed to be taunting him with every move she made; even her outfit screamed "you can't have me".

'Oh god,' Hermione thought, 'he won't even look at me. He must feel so awkward after that stupid, evil, breathtaking, amazing, tantalizing, scintillating kiss….Hermione, get yourself together! Draco does not see you that way. Wake up!'

While Hermione had a mental battle with herself, Draco snuck a long gaze at her. "SO," he practically shouted, snapping Hermione out of her reverie, "how were your first two classes, Babe?"

"Oh, great, uh, how were yours?" she asked, trying to change the subject. Throughout her first two classes she thought about only two things: Draco and the fastest rout to the fourth floor.

"Pretty much the same as usual, boring. I couldn't really concentrate, you see, I was thinking about this really great girl….." Draco smirked.

That got Hermione's attention. "What do you mean you were thinking of some girl? We are together….." Hermione trailed off when she saw the clown-like grin on his face. "You meant me, didn't you?"

"Duh," he replied, satisfied with her response. "You should have seen the look on your face though. Wow, and here I thought you didn't care," Draco joked sarcastically.

"You are a jerk!" Hermione said and lightly punched his shoulder. Draco deflected it and slung his arm around her shoulders. 'If I'm going to keep up appearances I might as well enjoy myself,' he rationalized. Hermione smiled and slipped her delicate arm around his waist and leaned her head against his chest. Anyone who saw them could tell that they were totally and completely in love; anyone but each other, that is.

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