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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Ooh, it's something magical
It's in the air, it's in my blood, it's rushing on
Don't need no reason, don't need control
I fly so high, no ceiling, when I'm in my zone
Nothing I can see but you when you dance, dance, dance
(I can't stop the feeling)
Feeling good, good, creeping up on you
So just dance, dance, dance, come on
(I can't stop the feeling)
All those things I shouldn't do
But you dance, dance, dance
(I can't stop the feeling)
And ain't nobody leaving soon, so keep dancing
"Can't Stop The Feeling" by Justin Timberlake
Draco awoke Sunday morning with the sensation of happiness down to his bones, which, to him, was peculiar. It wasn't that he normally woke up in a horrid mood. Quite the contrary -on most days, he felt like there was nothing to look forward to when he dragged himself out of bed to greet another day. But today, after the events of last night still tingling his brain like a cold ice cube, he couldn't help the smile on his face.
Hermione didn't want to drag herself out of bed Sunday morning when her alarm went off -the dreams she experienced begged to take prominence over everyday activities such as brushing teeth or eating breakfast. They were wonderful little flitting images that were soon to be lost like butterflies scattering off of a flower petal. Hermione's consciously reached out to grasp onto any memory that she could, and what she got was silver-gray eyes above her while she moaned below.
Neville Longbottom couldn't sleep hardly a wink the night before because he couldn't shake the awful feeling that Hermione setting him in the 'friend zone' had something to do with Malfoy. And to any intelligent Gryffindor, this would make one worry. When his students had told him about the confrontation with Ron and Malfoy, Neville wished that he had spotted it so he could have put a stop to it before it began. It was obvious that Malfoy had at least tried to spare Hermione's feelings by pretending to be with her to make Ron jealous, so was that the reason why Hermione had turned Neville down the same night? Because she felt as if she owed Malfoy something? Or did she genuinely like him? And if that were the case, there was the obvious question: why?
He forced himself out of bed before his alarm called to him, settling on dressing quickly and going down to the Great Hall to start snacking (an old habit of his he did when he was nervous). He was one of the first Professors to arrive, aside from the Headmistress herself, so he took his normal seat at the table and began to toss all of the carbohydrates on his plate like they might be his last meal. He buttered and jammed five pieces of toast and finished them quickly, and by the time he had set to work on his morning muffin he spotted Malfoy approaching the table. His normal sneer was plastered across his overly-pointed face, but there was something in his eyes that Neville hadn't seen before; a sort of self-satisfaction that had replaced Malfoy's deplorable nature. He plopped down in his chair beside Neville (since when did Malfoys 'plop' down onto anything?) and reached for an entire bowl of strawberries.
"Professor," Malfoy lulled, giving a curt nod to Neville. This caused Neville to raise his eyebrows. When did a Malfoy start off their morning greeting others without a snarky quip?
Neville cleared his throat. "Pr-Professor..." He bit down into his muffin, forgetting about the fact that he was trying to maintain his diet. As if the toast wasn't going to do him in! Heh. Well, a cheat day every once in a while was acceptable, yes? "You seem... cheerful this morning."
"And you seem talkative." Malfoy bit down into one of his strawberries. When he finished chewing and swallowing, he looked over with side eyes at Neville, who couldn't will his face to turn away. "What's your deal?"
"I don't have a deal."
"You're staring at me."
"Well, you seem... different."
"Nonsense. -Now how about you mind your own business? Or are you just looking for an excuse to oggle me? Sorry to disappoint, but I don't play for the other team."
"You know what? Nevermind. You haven't changed a bit."
Neville went back to staring at his muffin. No, there was definitely something different about Malfoy, but he just didn't know what it was -yet. It wasn't until Hermione approached the tables that he noticed the change; Malfoy's back straightened, and his ears darkened with a pink tint. His face stayed the same, normal sneer, but Hermione's ascent to the Professor's table evoked a sense of rigidness from Malfoy. Where before he had taken to glancing around the room leisurely, he suddenly was very interested in his bowl of strawberries.
"Good morning, gentlemen," Hermione said confidently to the two Professors. Neville smiled up at his friend, but Malfoy ducked his head and muttered, "Morning, Professor."
"Hello, Hermione." Neville tried to put on his best manners, thinking that perhaps the reason Malfoy and Hermione were acting so different around each other might be that she had dumped him as well? Yeah, that would make sense! After all, why else would he be averting his gaze at someone so beautiful that she made the room spin? Yes. That had to be what was going on. His disposition was lightened almost instantaneously, and he found the will to pick up a bowl of cantaloupe to replace his muffin.
Draco, try as he might, couldn't bring his eyes to meet Hermione's. He knew that if he did, he would make some sort of deploring comment or sexually charged quip that would give them away immediately, and she had said that they would need to maintain a sense of professionalism in their work lives. She didn't comment on it, to his relief. Maybe she knew he was trying to stay good in hopes of another night like the last?
"Did you boys sleep well?" she asked, much to Draco's disappointment. Was she trying to test him? He couldn't be responsible for day-Draco, or 'Professor Malfoy' as he worded it in his head. Professor Malfoy had been raised by the old ways, where socialising with muggleborns at a table was simply unacceptable. He didn't want to be that kind of person anymore, but old habits died hard.
"Not as well as I would have liked," replied Longbottom.
Damn it. Now it was his turn to say something. Think, Draco. Something that would be both in-character for Professor Malfoy and still maintained that sense of Deviant-Draco. Why was this so difficult? "Slept fine." Yeah, that didn't work, but it was better than saying, 'I spent most of my night developing pictures and then having a good wank to your photographs.'
"That's good..." Hermione reached over across the table, plucked up a bowl of blueberries, and began to pop them into her mouth leisurely while pulling out a thick book -one that Draco recognised at once because it was -his- book.
"Doing a bit of reading, Professor?" he asked, trying to hide the fact that out of the corner of his eyes he was watching her lips with fascination.
"Some poor soul left this book in my possession, so I thought I might at least give it a go."
"Poor soul, hmm?"
"Tragic, really."
"I think the only thing tragic is that you haven't returned it to that said 'poor soul'. He -or she - probably is missing it right about now. Stealing is against the law, you know."
"I never stole it. Perhaps if he -or she- took better care of their books, I might be more inclined to return their book to them. But, as it were, they take to bending the pages to mark their place. And everyone knows that's bad form."
"Bad form is keeping a book that doesn't belong to you."
Neville's head looked between the two. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm missing something?"
"Because you are." Draco popped his head up and looked over to Hermione directly for the first time this morning. "Give me the book back, Granger."
"Professor Granger," she corrected him. "And no. I don't think I shall. Learn to treat your books with the proper respect."
Despite having spent a memorious romp in his bedroom last night, Hermione had still managed to work his last nerve down to the marrow of his bones. His eyes narrowed, and he tossed a strawberry at her. It bounced off her shoulder and onto Longbottom's plate. Hermione gasped, turning her head towards him, half in shock and half in a disbelieving smile. "Really now, Professor Malfoy. That's highly unprofessional."
"You know what's unprofessional? Keeping someone's book when you know perfectly well they weren't done with it." He grabbed up another strawberry and hit her square in the chest. He could see her struggle to repress a laugh as she picked up one of her own blueberries and hit him in the nose. "Oy!"
"Don't dish out what you can't receive back."
"You know what I'd love to receive? My book." His playful side -the one that he had tried to repress- came bubbling up to the surface of his psyche, and he snatched up three strawberries at the same time and tossed them at her. One of them missed their target and rolled off the table, tumbling down to the floor towards the Slytherin table.
Hermione laughed unexpectedly and stood up, her entire bowl of blueberries clutched in her tiny hand. "Is that the way you want to play it?"
"That's exactly the way I want to play it." He glared at her challengingly, though he couldn't suppress the small smirk that framed his mouth. He crossed his arms and gave her a 'what will you do now?' look.
She shook her head, laughing, and crossed behind Neville's chair and then directly behind Draco. He tried to keep himself from laughing along with her. Then she did something unexpected -she dumped the entire bowl of blueberries down upon his head. Draco's eyes went wide, and so did Neville's. The other Professors at the table careened their heads in their direction, confused. Draco slammed a hand down on the table, stood, and turned around to her. "Alright. Have it your way then." He reached behind him, picked up the entire bread basket of morning toast and dumped it on top of her.
"Professor Malfoy!" Headmistress McGonagall called out from her seat a few chairs down, but her voice was distant thanks to the blood pulsing in his ears from the adrenaline. The thrill of doing something so devious made his body shake with joy. This was why he had been placed in Slytherin in the first place; his cunning, competitive nature always got the best of him, and he loved anything that could challenge him. And today, it was in the form of a Gryffindor-alumni with curly brown hair and a mischievous grin.
The entire Great Hall watched as the two professors glared each other down, though they didn't know that inwardly, the two weren't actually angry with each other. They wouldn't know it by the scowls and stiff postures, but this sort of taunting was getting both Professors a bit hot and bothered. Hermione, eyes still trained on Draco, said out of the corner of her mouth, "Neville, hand me your cantaloupe."
"But I haven't finished with it!" Neville tried to reason with her, but she thrust out her hand.
"Longbottom, I'll give you a week's worth of sweets to hand the bowl to me," Draco said, taking his eyes off of Hermione for a split moment. It was all the moment she needed -she pushed him out of the way, grabbed up a bowl of oatmeal, and poured it atop Draco's perfectly combed hair. Not to be outdone, he snatched up a muffin, crumbled it up, and smashed it into her hair, giving a satisfied chuckle.
"Professors!" Headmistress McGonagall leapt up from her chair and brandishing her wand to separate the two. But before she could flick her wrist, a first-year boy from the Gryffindor table stood up and shouted, "FOOD FIGHT!"
The room lit up like fiendfire as students young and old snatched up the closest bit of food in front of them and began to toss it across the table at their counterparts. Cheers, taunts, and laughs echoed the Great Hall, and as food began to fling into the air around them, Draco exchanged a heated smile with Hermione and burst out laughing. Knowing that they would pay for it later, they joined in the fight. Draco ran over to the Slytherin table, brandishing his wand, and encouraged his House to send their entire arsenal in the direction of the Gryffindors. Hermione sent up a barrier spell quickly as the food went careening its way towards her own House so that it smashed up against the spell and fell to the floor in a thick line of morning pastries and fruits.
Other Professors, much to Draco's shock and delight, began to jump in, encouraging their own houses and abandoning their posts at the Professor's table. Longbottom still sat perfectly still in his chair, mouth agape and confusion written across his brow. By the time Professor McGonagall was able to wave her wand and command the room silent in a flurry of magical wind that caught everyone's attention, the Great Hall was now a wasteland of bread, fruits, pumpkin juice, milk, oatmeal, and pastries. Everyone stopped mid-throw to bring their attention to the Headmistress, who had one hand rested on her hip, and the other holding her wand with exact precision. "Professor Malfoy! Professor Granger! In my office this instant! The rest of you -clean this up! Now!" Her voice barked out commands that sent the entire Hall in clean-up mode immediately.
Draco jumped down from the top of the Slytherin table, covered head to toe in food and drink. He searched around until he found Hermione, not too far away from the Gryffindor table, soaked in pumpkin juice. He flashed her a wink before heading off in the direction of the exit doors, where Professor McGonagall was already waiting for them. As he approached her, he put on his best 'I'm dreadfully sorry' face and humbly bowed to her. "My apologies, Headmistress, I-"
"-Save it, Mister Malfoy." McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Your Slytherin charm won't work on me today. -Professor Granger, do hurry up."
Even though Draco and Hermione were full grown adults, following behind Headmistress McGonagall on their way to her office made them fall in sync with their teenage demeanours. Draco had never gotten in trouble as a Professor before -what kind of punishment did a Professor receive for starting something that was usually reserved for rowdy fifth years?
Hermione walked along beside him, eyes wide and completely horrified that she had let herself go. While Draco felt free and liberated, she no doubt felt guilty and was probably already inwardly reprimanding herself for cutting loose for a split moment in her perfectly organised life. He looked around the hallway to make sure they wouldn't be seen, and up to the Headmistress to make sure her eyes were forward before he reached out and squeezed her hand. Hermione's head jerked up his direction, and he just wriggled his eyebrows to humour her.
'Settle down,' he mouthed to her.
'I can't believe I did that!' she mouthed back.
Draco released her hand and set his eyes forward again as they walked up the spiral staircase that would lead to McGonagall's Headmistress office.
"Strawberry toffee," McGonagall said to the gargoyle, and it stepped aside to lead them into her study. Draco and Hermione took the two chairs across from the Headmistress's desk, while she took her seat in a large, plushy chair on the other side. Her lips pursed together as she stared between the two, her half-moon specs dangling dangerously off of her nose. She folded her hands together and stared at them for another two minutes before she spoke. "Well? What do you two have to say for yourselves?"
Hermione burst out into words, fumbling over them in an anxious fashion. "Headmistress, I apologise. I have no idea what came over me. I would never intentionally start a food fight in the middle of the Great Hall, and I know it was extremely unprofessional, but please, please don't sack us over this. I have so much more to teach the children, and I promise it will never happen again-"
McGonagall jerked her eyes in Hermione's direction, shutting her up. Slowly, she trailed her eyes over to Draco. "And you, Professor? What have you to say?"
Draco knew that he should be professional, but, Hell, he was already in hot water. "She started it."
"Oh!" Hermione threw her hands up and turned to him. "The nerve of you, Malfoy!"
Draco shrugged. "See what I have to put up with?"
"Enough!" McGonagall traded off glaring between the two of them. "I don't care who started it or even what started it. What I care about is what kind of example you are setting for the students of Hogwarts. What on Earth was going through your heads? -No, scratch that. I don't even care to know." She unfolded her hands and strummed her fingers along the top of her desk. "In all of my days as a student, Professor, and Headmistress, I don't believe I have ever witnessed such a terrible display of professionalism by a teacher."
"Surely that can't be right," Draco quipped, but shut is mouth when McGonagall trained her eyes on him.
"Are you going to fire us?" Hermione asked timidly.
McGonagall's eyes softened as she turned them to Professor Granger. "No, my dear. I don't plan to fire you. But I do expect the both of you to experience repercussions for your outburst. -As such, one hundred points will be taken from both of your representing Houses."
"A hundred points!?" Draco growled. "That's a bit excessive, Headmistress!"
"Did I, or did I not, see you encourage a line of Slytherin seventh years to bombard the Gryffindor table with breakfast assortments?"
Draco coughed, bowing his head. "That might have been me."
"Honestly, it feels just like you two are back in my classroom again, sans Mister Potter and Mister Weasley." She reached up and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I don't care what kind of personal vendettas you have against each other, but I expect it not to reflect on your works as a Hogwarts Professor. Should I find you two causing mischief in front of students again, I might very well have to find replacements for the both of you. So, as I was saying, one hundred points will be taken from your represented Houses, and you will report to Argus this weekend to relieve him of a selection of his caretaker duties. Don't expect to have a pleasant weekend, Professors, unless you enjoy cleaning gutters and tackling dust bunnies. Now, get out of my office before I decide to hex the both of you."
"Thank you, Headmistress," Hermione said, bowing her head. Draco gave a curt nod, arose from his chair, and began towards the door. His counterpart quickly followed, and when they were down the spiral staircase and out of earshot, Hermione socked him hard in the shoulder, making him wince. "You are an absolute cod."
"Am I?" He smirked.
"You tried to blame the entire thing on me!"
"Well, if we're being technical, I only blamed you for the beginning. I never denied my role."
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Crumbs still stuck heavy in her hair and on her skin, thanks to the pumpkin juice. "I told you to act professionally when we saw each other again."
"I didn't try to snog you or anything."
"No. You just started a massive food fight."
"You started it, remember?"
"You threw a strawberry at me."
"One strawberry. You dumped an entire bowl of blueberries on me."
"You were acting like a cod!"
"Should have given my book back." He tucked his hands behind his back and began to stroll away. Hermione stayed properly on his heels, glaring daggers at him.
"Sometimes you make me so...! Oh, you make me so...!"
"So what, Professor?" He spun around on his heels to face her. "What do I make you?" His face was ever so close to hers so that she turned a pretty shade of pink and let her mouth part slightly.
"Stop looking at me that way."
"What way?"
"You know what way. Like you want to kiss me."
"Is it that obvious?"
He watched her pink cheeks fluster to scarlet. "I asked you to remain professional. So, would you kindly try to reel yourself back in for five minutes and extend me that courtesy?"
"Of course, Professor Granger." He gave her a tiny wink, tucking her soggy hair behind her ear. "Have a pleasant day? I know I will." He trailed his fingers down her jaw and to the tip of her chin, where they lingered for a moment before he withdrew his hand completely. "And I expect my book back on my desk by the end of the day." He flashed her his most deviant smile before setting off towards the Great Hall to help finish cleaning.
In Draco's opinion, this week was already off to a brilliant start.
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