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Research Encounters	By : Vivian_Mirabilis Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was a gloomy November night and Hermione was sitting in a big, cosy armchair in front of the fireplace in one of the Hogwarts professor's common rooms. She was surrounded by pieces of parchment of various shapes, sizes and colours, chaotically settled across the floor in two heaps on both sides of her armchair. She had been marking students' assignments for the whole day, still the to-do pile was significantly taller than the pile of papers she had already managed to mark. It was her own fault, obviously. Had she not given another assignment last week for her pupils to complete, she wouldn't have had to go through them now. Also, she was as diligent a teacher as she had been a student, so she really took her time with every single essay to make sure she marked it correctly and gave the student an exhaustive comment on how to improve their work in the future.
This in turn required her to focus and that seemed like an impossible task ever since she had been assigned to work in that particular common room. It was already 3 am, but the last person had left only minutes earlier. During the day it was filled with people, all of them chatting, tutoring students who would often come for advice. Some of them were even listening to music, not paying any attention to the fact that others were actually trying to work there. Well, an other. Meaning Hermione. All of the rest didn't really seem to mind that much.
The room was assigned to most of the younger teachers, so it also wasn't as nice as the rooms that were used by the older staff. It only included a limited number of desks and chairs – these were occupied at all times, and two armchairs, one of which was Hermione's workplace of choice, since it was at the spot farthest from the centre of the room, where all of the constant chatting was usually taking place. Even though it wasn't particularly comfortable to write without a desk, on most occasions when she needed to focus, she would rather sit there, facing the fireplace than join the noisy crowd in the room. Not that she didn't like the other teachers. Actually, most of them were really good friends from her school-days. There were Neville and Parvati, both of whom taught Herbology, Luna, who taught Divination (not a real subject, if you ask Hermione) and her best friend Ginny, who was the Quidditch coach and a teacher of Flying. Other than that, there were some people whom she didn't really know and felt rather neutral about, and also there were few she would rather not have in a room with her. The last group not surprisingly comprised exclusively ex-Slytherins: Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and, worst of all, Draco Malfoy.
Luckily, Malfoy did not spend too much time in the common room, Hermione only saw him time to time when he would come to speak to his Slytherin friends. Even then, he would stay only for few minutes, just chatting about random stuff, never actually sitting at a desk or doing any real work. This was quite weird, since, even though Hermione hated to admit it, he was doing rather well at his job. Not only did he seem to be a really good teacher – his students exceeded all other teachers' pupils at the final Potions tests - he was also an accomplished researcher in the field of brewing new Potions, having published a widely successful book on the subject, “Brewing potions – an innovative approach”. Although the title sounded rather dull, the book quickly became an all-time classic in the wizarding world, adding even more to Malfoy's already sufficient fortune.
Hermione was not jealous of any of that – she herself had published books on Transfiguration that sold well, and no longer had to worry about making the ends meet. She lived at Hogwarts staff apartments out of choice rather than economizing. Other teachers, especially those who had families, usually lived in rented houses and flats around Hogsmeade. Being a single, it was simply more convenient to stay in the castle, especially since she liked to work late at night, when the room was empty and peacefully quiet. She knew that Malfoy was also living in the apartments, since she sometimes saw him at breakfasts, which the outside-living staff didn't attend.
As to Malfoy's relationship status, Hermione couldn't care less, but it was simply impossible not to hear all the rumours that constantly surrounded his person. He lived in the castle so he couldn't really bring any girls to his apartment without everyone knowing, but sometimes he would disappear for long hours or even days without saying a single word to any of his friends. From time to time someone claimed they saw Malfoy with a girl at various places around Hogsmeade, but it was never confirmed.
Zabini and Nott, who spent most of their time at the common room, would often loudly chat about their friend's enigmatic disappearances, and frankly, they didn't seem to have any clue, just as the rest of the room didn't. In fact, gossiping about Draco Malfoy seemed to have a healing effect on the room's atmosphere – everyone was interested (except Hermione, who didn't bother with such stuff, but couldn't help but overhear), so that even the sworn enemies, Slytherins and Gryffindors would join forces to speculate together and invent various possible scenarios that could explain Malfoy's whereabouts. Of course, Zabini and Nott would try to interrogate their friend every time he appeared in the room, but he never gave them a clear answer.
And so, the legends of Slytherin sex god and irresistible womaniser, Draco Malfoy, had continued even then, after his student days were long over, and he was approaching his 27th birthday. Did he really see a different girl every night, sneaking out to Hogsmeade like an impish teen? Hermione wasn't sure it made any sense – after all with all of his money he could easily buy a property in the city and do all he liked, whenever he liked, with anyone he liked. For some reason, however, he decided to stay in the castle. Was it the same reason which made her choose to live there? That is, the ability to work all the time, having constant access to all of the Hogwarts libraries and magic laboratories? But then, he was never seen in any of them, by anyone.
There was another factor that made the sneaking-out gossip more plausible, though. Even Hermione, who hated Malfoy's guts more than anyone, couldn't deny the fact that he really was quite a looker. Surely, he would have no problem getting any random girl to sleep with him. He still practiced Quidditch regularly (confirmed by Ginny, who was a little too keen, as for a married woman, on the fact that as the Quidditch field curator she got to watch Malfoy practising every week). But the Quidditch alone couldn't account for the fact that the Slytherin was looking exceptionally fit. Even when he was wearing his loose black robes, it was evident that he had a muscular physique and he had probably been working out a good deal to maintain it. He had also changed his hairstyle to a shorter one, which made him look more elegant and somehow, more mature. Had it been anyone else but Draco Malfoy, Hermione would probably rather enjoyed the view she had of him from her armchair during his rare visits to the common room.
It had already gotten quite late (or early – after all this was already morning) and Hermione was beginning to feel a little sleepy. She didn't manage to mark all of the parchments, but at least only four were left. She would do them the next morning. After that, she was planning to work on her latest secret project. It was something she had read about in one of the oldest books in the Library's restricted section, found at the History shelf. It didn't have anything to do with Transfiguration, but Hermione got so interested she couldn't help but explore a little deeper. The book, called “The Hogwarts Castle”, dated back to the time when the Hogwarts castle was being built, talked about a number of secret rooms implanted at various places around the building. Most of them were no longer secret, of course. The book had been numerously read through by many magical researchers, there were extensive commentary papers available to be read in the non-restricted section, which pin-pointed all the most important details. The uncovered rooms had been included in the castle's official maps long ago, some of them had even been transformed into classrooms and dormitories.
Since the original book had been written in a rather ancient form of English, plus it had been severely damaged by the passage of time, which rendered many of the pages completely useless, it wasn't being read that often in the modern Hogwarts era. And that was exactly what got Hermione interested into looking. From her earlier studies of the particular dialect of the ancient English language that was explicitly used only for describing locking and hiding charms and spells, she knew that if a modern researcher were to read the descriptions today, he or she could easily be misguided into thinking that the text didn't contain any deeper meaning. In fact the language itself was designed for misinterpretation, after all it was the dialect of the old masters of deception and trickery. Even when they had been completing the book, which aimed to enlist their numerous hidden enhancements to the Hogwarts castle, they still made sure it wouldn't be too easy to find out about all of them just from the text, though they did left a small number of hints.
Hermione had suspected there must had been at least one location still not uncovered, hidden under some powerful ancient spell, waiting for discovery. And lately one of the young researchers at Hogwarts, Adam Novak, had published a paper, exploring one particular section of the old book in great detail. Reading it, out of sheer boredom, Hermione have had a feeling that a great deal of the hidden information might had escaped the young wizard's attention. It was thrilling. She couldn't wait to get her hands on the original book and start exploring on her own.
She gathered all her parchments and, holding them clumsily with both her hands, she left the common room and headed for her own chamber. The huge pile she was carrying was blocking her view completely, however it was not a big problem, since the corridors were almost totally empty at such a late hour. She knew the route by heart, she had been following it every day, so she was keeping up a fast pace.
Suddenly, she hit something and before she was able to catch her balance, she fell down to the ground.
“Ouch!” she gasped with pain. Her parchments were now a chaotic mess, scrambled across the floor.
Who else could be walking this corridor at such late hour? She looked up to see the creature she had collided with. The impact of the bump did not throw the other person on the floor, and so the first thing she noticed were his elegant, nicely polished black shoes. Men's shoes, and expensive ones, that was certain. He did not seem to plan on making any move to help her stand up or gather her things. As she looked up, she saw that he was wearing a set of luxury black robes with green accents. Moving her gaze farther up she noticed an all-too-familiar face, one she hated to find attached to such an appetizing body.
Draco Malfoy gave her his trademark smirk, evidently pleased at seeing her sitting on the floor in an awkward position.
'Granger, you almost knocked me over.'
His smirk widened, as he saw her face becoming increasingly filled with anger.
'I could have hurt myself, you know.' He added, noticing that she was obviously in quite a lot of pain after her graceless fall.
'Shut up, Malfoy,' she retorted angrily.
Turning her gaze to her parchments, she began picking them up.
'Careful there, some of them are mine.'
Oh, great. Now she was going to have to look through all of them again to find which ones were Malfoy's. Well, so much for hurrying to go to sleep.
'Then get them yourself. I don't care if I take some extra ones. I'm in a hurry,' she warned him.
Hermione was trying to gather all of the parchments in her arms, without looking at the contents.
Malfoy rolled his eyes, but apparently his documents were important, since he got down on his knees next to her to search through the mess on the floor.
'Give me that!' he tried to snatch the papers she was already holding. Instinctively, she strongly held onto them, not wanting to let him win the tussle.
By then, he was so close that she could smell his cologne. Boy, did he smell good. It was a warm, spicy fragrance, a mixture of sandalwood, amber and musk. Probably very expensive. If this hadn't been Malfoy, she would have very much enjoy this little encounter.
He was focused on trying to get the parchments from her grip and a small frown had formed on his pale face. This was probably the closest view she had ever had of him, and she couldn't help but notice how handsome he really was. The dim light of the corridor captured his features perfectly, his platinum hair were now tousled from the struggle, as opposed to his usually neat hairstyle, which made him him look rather... sexy?
Wait a minute, was 'sexy' really a word that Hermione would have ever thought she would use to describe that slimy git? In an instant she awakened from the weird trance she got herself into, and remembered exactly what her current situation was.
With the strong, final pull she tried to reclaim the grip of the pile of parchments they were fighting over. Apparently, he tried to do the same thing in the same moment, only with more force, and Hermione ended up on top of Draco Malfoy, with her face buried in his all-too-nicely smelling chest.
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Draco had been thrown back by the impact and was now leaning against the wall in a rather awkward position.
He blinked twice. His view was blocked by a huge mess of brown, curly hair, that belonged to none other than Hermione Granger.
His right hand was resting on the cold floor for support, and, he realised with horror, his left hand was now placed around Granger's waist. As if her back was burning the palm of his hand, he quickly pulled it away. This was Granger after all.
His greatest enemy, and at the same time the only person he had ever considered his intellectual equal. She had obviously thought he despised her for being a Muggle-born, a “Mudblood”, as he had sometimes called her in the past. This couldn't be farther from the truth, he never cared for blood purity, even as a child, in spite of having been brought up in the Death Eaters propaganda. But he did hate her, he had hated her from the first day they met at classes, because she was the only person that could be equal, and often even superior to him in any subject of magic. Was it hate or was it envy? He couldn't tell, and, frankly, what was the difference?
He had been keeping his cool and reserved manner, but in truth he was constantly trying to surpass her. Perhaps this was even the reason he had ended up mastering brewing potions, becoming a wide-know researcher of the subject. This was about the only field in which she couldn't hold a candle to him. Potions and Flying, another skill he had mastered.
As a teenager, he had always taken pleasure in imagining Granger ending up as an ugly, lonely bookworm, forgotten by everyone, hiding in some dark corner of the library. It annoyed him greatly how far from truth that had turned up to be. She was now a grown up woman, with a gorgeous body and a pretty face, and if not for the fact that she didn't care for their endeavours, she could had had virtually any man on the planet.
Except for Draco, of course. He couldn't stand her.
Having her on top of himself was, strangely, making him rather nervous. She didn't make any move yet, and when a second or so had passed since they had settled against the wall after the grapple, he felt it was his turn to do something about it. Even though inside he was feeling a little unnerved, when he spoke, his voice was perfectly calm and cold. He was a great actor, after all, he was a Malfoy.
'I know you must be enjoying this, Granger, however I would greatly appreciate if you could get yourself off me.'
She quickly withdrew from his chest and clumsily tried to stood up.
'Um... s-sorry...'
Well well, that sounded rather skittish. Was she intimidated by this situation? He was not expecting that. Perhaps it was not so bad after all, and he would be able to reward himself with torturing her for a little while.
He purposefully moved his leg when she was trying to disentangle her own legs from him, and she fell a little bit again, though she quickly recaptured her balance.
He was still leaning against the wall, and had a worm's eye view on her wobbly posture. Her outer robes were parted to the sides and he was surprised to observe that under her oversized garment she was wearing a very, very tight v-neck pullover in an intense shade of crimson, and for a second he found himself staring at her large, round breasts that were so nicely pronounced by the blouse's cut.
He had noticed that she had a fit body before, but this view was spectacular. Damn her, he thought. She didn't deserve to look that good.
'Why so nervous Granger? Or would you rather stay on top of me for a little longer? You don't have to hide it. I know you fancy me,' he teased.
He smirked, amused at how furious she was now getting. It was almost too easy to mess with her, yet he never got tired of that.
'You wish, ferret,' she replied through clenched teeth.
'See, that's where you wrong, Granger. But what am I to do if you are literally throwing yourself at me? Technically, that's sexual harassment in the workplace.'
Draco knew how Granger loved rules, laws and regulations. Accusing her of violating one couldn't be more entertaining.
By that time he had already found the three parchments that belonged to him, and was staying there to taunt her just for the fun of it.
She gave him a severe look and continued to collect the other parchments, which were still forming a messy pile.
'Go to hell, Malfoy. And for the record, you're the last person on Earth I would consider having sex with.'
Having collected all of her parchments she moved passed him and hasted towards her room.
'So you would consider it!' he shouted after her, grinning.
Truthfully, her last remark had hurt his ego a little bit, since he had always taken pride in his looks. He didn't expect anything else from her, though. He liked to tease her in this way, because this usually made her all nervous, embarrassed and blushing. However, he knew perfectly well that it was solely her natural prudishness that was to blame for her awkward behaviour, rather than some hidden attraction to him. Without a doubt, she despised him, and she had good reasons for it.
That evening Draco went to bed in a cheerful mood. Torturing Granger never failed to raise his spirits.
Lying in bed he couldn't erase one vibrant image from his mind. Those hefty, delightful, sexy breasts of hers. He blamed it on his tiredness and the fact that he hadn't had a wank in a long time. Well, it must had been a very long time indeed, since it was Granger whose knockers he was fantasising about.

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End of Chapter 1, to be continued...

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