Love Me for Me.

The Great Hall was a bustle of noise. Everyone from first years to seventh years were talking or laughing about one thing or another. Even the teachers seemed to be sucked into the excitement of the beginning of school.

Harry and Ron opened the doors to the Great Hall and strolled in, chatting about Quidditch.

"Oh come on, everyone knows that the Cuddly Canons are horrid Ron," Harry told him for the hundredth time that day. "There is no way they are going to be making a come back."

Ron crossed his arms and huffed. "You watch mate, they'll make a turn around and I'll be the one laughing."

Rolling his eyes, Harry shook his head and ran a hand through his raven black locks. Reaching the Gryffindor table, the two boys took a seat next to Ginny and Lavender. "Ginny, please tell your brother that the Cuddly Canons are done this season," Harry begged as he grabbed the pitcher of pumpkin juice.

"If I do that, then I'll face nothing but bloody hell over the holidays," Ginny explained to Harry with an apologetic expression. "I would like to enjoy my winter holidays without a bunch of George's and Fred's booby traps all around the house."

Harry let out an exasperated sigh and poured the pumpkin juice into his goblet. Beside him Ron smiled brightly then started to look around. "Where's Hermione?"

"Probably in the library," Lavender suggested as she took the pitcher from Harry. "You know her and her books."

Suddenly the Great Hall's doors flew open and Hermione strutted in. The Great Hall fell silent as all eyes were on her. Raising an eyebrow, she looked around the now silent room and spotted her friends are the Gryffindor table. Ron and Harry's mouths were nearly touching the floor. "Boys close your mouths, flies are going to start swarming," Hermione informed them in her usual pristine manner.

The two Gryffindor boys quickly shut their mouths, but they continued to stare. As usual it was Ronald Weasley who came out bluntly with the question on everyone’s mind. "What the bloody hell did you do to yourself?" he questioned as he jumped to his feet.

Hermione was slightly taken back; she didn't think she looked horrible. For the first time, she actually thought she looked rather hot. "I just changed a few things, nothing permanent," she told them, slightly chest fallen. [So much for that idea.]

Ginny and Lavender glared at Ron and got up from the table. Each girl linked an arm with Hermione and smiled at her. "I think you look just amazing, Hermy," Lavender told her. "Where did you learn to do your make up that way?"

Hermione looked at the two girls and smiled. The three girls down and started up conversation about good make up spells. Ron and Harry, still slightly shocked, just turned away and ate their food silently. However, across the Great Hall a pair of grey eyes were latched onto Hermione. [What the fuck is she doing?] Draco seethed in anger and jealousy. [Jealously? Malfoy's don't get jealous!] He reasoned with himself as he continued to watch her.

Feeling eyes on her Hermione lifted her head and looked over at the Slytherin table. Catching Draco's eyes, she glared at him and sent him a small sneer. [Take that Malfoy.] She thought to herself proudly.
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After lunch, Hermione bid her friend’s good bye and told them she'd meet up with them later. Walking to the Head's dormitory, Hermione had a large smile filling her face. True her little stunt didn't go as planned, but it was still nice to have everyone's attention. Biting her lip, she ran a hand through her hair. Lavender had told her of a great hair straightening spell and Hermione was dying to try it out. Closing her eyes briefly, she stopped walking and took a deep breath.

Suddenly two arms wrapped around her; one covered her mouth while the other was holding her cross the stomach. "Shh, I'm gonna move my hand but don't scream," came the unmistakable voice of Draco Malfoy.

Nodding her head, Draco lowered his hand from her mouth and placed it with the other one on her stomach. "What are you doing Malfoy?" Hermione asked with venom in her voice, while secretly enjoying the feel of him against her.

"And here I thought we got past the last name bit, guess not," Draco teased as he leaned down and kissed her neck. "You smell like strawberries, Mione."

Moaning, Hermione fell against him and felt her legs go weak. [If it wasn't for Malfoy holding me, I'd be on the floor] she thought as she tilted her head to give him room. [Wait this is Malfoy!]

"Stop Draco," she said as she forced herself out of his hold. Taking a step forward, she spun around and faced him. "I'm not falling for your pitiful act again. You had me once and that's all you'll ever get," she yelled at him, her hands clenched at her sides.

Draco took a step toward her and she took one back. Raising his perfectly shaped eyebrows, Draco and Hermione continued this little "dance" until she was backed against a wall. "You think you can stay away from me, little one? I highly doubt you have that much self-control."

"I'm not the one with the limited self-control Malfoy, you can't keep your hands off a mudblood," she retorted, hating the word she had used. He hadn't called her that name to her face for a year now, why did she have to bring it up?

"I don't remember saying I have self-control. If a Malfoy wants something, we take it. Self-control be damned," he told her before dropping his head to her lips in a passionate kiss.

It started off simple; him trying to gain entrance to her mouth, but she gave in. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer. Their tongues battled for dominance, neither one giving in. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her hips closer to him. She let out a small gasp when she felt his arousal on her stomach.

"What in Merlin's name is going on?!" came the angry voice of Harry Potter from behind the couple.

Draco let go of Hermione as they spun around. Wiping her lips, she lifted her head came face to face with her black haired best friend. Biting her lip, she didn't know what to say. Tell her best friend that truth or just tell him she was under a spell? Sighing, she did what any good Gryffindor would do: lie. "We were studying, Harry."