an overwhelming desire to win...

A tall figure made his way to the Slytherin common room under the hidden security of an Invisible cloak of finest silk. He mumbled to himself about something along the lines of favors, and suddenly stopped in front of a familiar portrait.

\"Dragon scales.\"

The picture swung open, letting the figure in looking a bit confused. Pansy walked across the empty common room, pacing and looking quite nervous to boot.

The man under the cloak grinned, and moved closer to her. She looked up suddenly, hearing something...her head tilted to the side as she tried to pick up a foreign sound.

Nothing.

She had been pacing in the common room for a good hour now, her hands nervously wringing behind her back as she tried to look calm. She was failing miserably.

Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her stomach and she let out a shrill little squeak. The arms let go instantly, and a familiar chuckle greeted her from nowhere.

Whirling around she drew the cloak from off the figure\'s head and let out a relieved sigh.

\"Draco.\" she breathed.

Draco Malfoy nodded, and let the cloak fall to the floor. His blonde hair would have shone brilliantly in the light that came from the fire, but his hair was black at the moment...and greasy.

\"I can\'t believe the things you ask of me Parkinson.\" he said growling playfully, nudging Pansy with his elbow, he saw Pansy blush and he rolled his eyes. \"Gads, I hope you\'re not this obvious with the real Professor Snape.\"

Pansy\'s blush deepened as they both retired to the green couch behind them, Draco winced as his body hit the sofa. He wasn\'t used to being this tall.

\"Damn this couch.\" he said in his darkest Snape voice, noticing as Pansy became quite interested.

\"My...you can even do the voice well.\" she said breathy, looking to him in a new light. Draco internally rolled his eyes.

\"Thanks so much for agreeing...\" Pansy said gently patting his arm, \"I know it must have been difficult getting Snape\'s hair for the Polyjuice potion.\"
\"Not at all.\" came the voice of Draco, from inside the darkly seductive body of one Severus Snape.

\"Well he is my Godfather...\" Draco drawled, biting into a piece of candy on the table. Pansy was looking to him with an unreadable expression. \"But that wasn\'t the hard part.\"

Pansy looked to him questioningly, her eyes narrowed. \"How do you mean?\"

Malfoy rolled his eyes, \"Kissing a Mudblood. Honestly. If my father were alive to even hear about this...\" he trailed off, looking sudden somber. Pansy nodded, trying to take the attention away from the awkward subject.

\"How did you do it?\"

Malfoy grinned now, very proud of his craftiness. \"I passed Hermione going to the dungeons tonight and so I ran ahead to see my Godfather.\" Draco smiled evilly at this,

\"I suggested that Snape leave for his nightly rounds early, as I thought I saw something in the Hufflepuff sector that may demand his attention.\"

\"That Susan Bones...\" Pansy commented dryly as Draco nodded and went on.

\"And so I changed and simply baited a certain Gryffindor with something she couldn\'t resist.\"

\"What?\"

\"Being helpful.\" Draco smirked, \"I made it seem like I couldn\'t get something out of my hair or some such nonsense and that twit of a girl came right over to assist me.\"

Pansy clapped her hands in disbelief, and then suddenly to her chagrin the handsome Draco-Snape that was once before her was melting back into...just plain Draco with that damned smirk on his face.

\"So?\" Pansy said eagerly, wanting to hear how Hermione had humiliated herself.

\"So...when she was helping me I kissed her.\" He added on afterthought, \"Passionately.\"

Pansy looked to him in shock, \"Now Draco...I don\'t want Snape fired.\"

Draco laughed out loud at this once, \"Right. Like the Mudblood would turn in her Prince Charming. You should have seen her face when I kissed her. She was in shock. If anything she\'s too afraid to tell.\"

Pansy smirked, this would definitely give her an advantage. She could practically see Hermione running from Snape in the halls from now on. The bet was hers.

Score one for Slytherins.
_________________________________________

Hermione herself was still in her chambers, tears streaming down her face as she lay on her bed.

Why did he kiss me like that? Hermione moaned miserably aloud, Why did I not enjoy it like I should have?

This was all a big mistake. Kissing Snape wasn\'t anything like she thought it would be. It was rough and mean and.…emotionless.

That’s what happens when you deal with Slytherins.. she thought dejectedly, You always end up getting roped into things you regret later…

All thoughts that Professor Snape was really just a prince in disguise were shattered with that one, meaningless kiss. She had been waiting for fireworks…for that feeling in her stomach she read about.

Nothing.

All she could remember was feeling repulsed as his slimy tongue had clumsily been poked into her own, very unwilling mouth and his hands had prodded her breasts. Damn him.

It had been nothing like she hoped. Nothing.

She felt the tears welling up in her eyes once more, and she looked to the clock beside her bed. She still had almost an hour before curfew...plus she was Head Girl...she had a later curfew than most.

She pulled on her robe lazily, leaving it hanging on her shoulders and walked out into the inky blackness of Hogwarts school.

The halls were empty and this appealed to Hermione greatly. She wasn\'t in the mood to be sending children back to their houses...sometimes she hated her responsibility.

The Library lights were still on when she arrived, and she weakly pushed the door to it open, quite exhausted after all the events of the evening.

\"Evening Madame Pince.\" she said to the sniffling woman to her left. Pince gave her a small nod of acknowledgement and went back to her typing.

Hermione made her way over to the section she had left off on her last trip, and looked to the long rows, trying to see something she liked.

She didn\'t notice the dark figure that strolled next to her a few feet down, looking with that same intense look at the mountain of writings.

Hermione so engrossed in her searching that when she did find the book she wanted and reached for it, the other pale hand that reached for the same book took her completely by surprise.

She looked angrily to the perpetrator and then jumped back as she recognized him. Professor Snape. The mad kisser. She held the book in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

\"Miss Granger,\" said the silken voice looking to her distastefully, \"As Professor I demand you hand over that book.\"

Hermione frowned at him, looking suddenly to his dark head...a familiar green glob stared back at her...the glob she had been trying to get out when...

\"Oh...you still didn\'t get that stuff out of your hair?\" Hermione squeaked, looking to him and blushing madly. She may have been confused, but that familiar attraction was back, as hard as she tried to deny it.

He looked suddenly uncomfortable at the sudden change of topic and raised a dark eyebrow, obviously perplexed. \"Still?\"

Hermione felt her stomach drop...he wanted to pretend that nothing had happened? She felt her anger building, \"Yes Sir, ...still...that serum I gave you didn\'t work?\"

Snape was looking to her quizzically, \"Pardon me?\"

Hermione looked to him indignantly, \"You know perfectly well what I\'m talking about Professor Snape.\"

Snape was getting cross now himself, his hands were suddenly on his hips as he glared at her. \"You had better watch your tone Miss Granger, or I shall take points off.\"

\"Points?\" Hermione shrieked, her face growing red and her hands shaking and the free one curling into a ball. \"You think I care about points afte-\"

\"Shhhhhhh!\" came the furious hush of Madame Pince, standing a few feet from them. Hermione and Snape both looked to her and felt like small children being chastised.

Hermione took one final chance to glare at Professor Snape before throwing the book at his feet and proclaiming, \"Fine, you want to pretend like nothing happened? Fine.\"

She left the Library with a livid and shaking Madame Pince telling her that her Library privileges were revoked for an entire month.

But Hermione didn\'t seem to care, as she was already halfway through the door of the Library, leaving Snape gaping after her, the book still at his feet.