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Unexpected	By : Valley Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Frost began melting over the Hogwarts grounds, but there was a still a chill that lingered in the air. Hermione didn’t feel the cold as she lay in her new bed, she had just awoken and the scarlet sheets pooled around her body. She lazily picked up her wand and lit the fireplace, deadlines and responsibilities began to intrude her sleep-clouded thoughts, and she buried her head in the pillow. The fabric muffled her loud groan as she realized she needed to have the schedule for the rounds done by that night, it was going to be a big job that should take a few hours. However, if she halved the work with Malfoy, the task would be finished much faster.

‘All right, this is the first test of how well we can work together. I will speak to him this morning before classes, surely even he can see that it is only fair we split this responsibility.’ Trepidation crept in, and all she could do was hope that this encounter would go more smoothly than the last.

Once she noticed the time, she threw on her uniform and ran a brush through her hair; she needed to be down for breakfast soon.

Small, incessant knocks woke Draco from his slumber. He slowly raised his head and took his bearings, he was in the Head Boy’s room, tangled in sheets with a sixth year he invited over ‘for a tour’ last night. She was still fast asleep, but he feared she would soon wake as the knocks became louder, which meant he would have to actually speak to her.

He rolled out of bed and opened the door, revealing the Head Girl fully dressed and ready for the day.

‘What the hell are you doing here at this hour?’, He grumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

‘I… I...’ Hermione’s eyes trailed down his body and her cheeks reddened; at that moment he realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of underwear.

Draco snickered, ‘Drink it up Granger, this is all I’ll let you see.’ Her eyes instantly turned darker, and her gaze snapped up to meet his.

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I came here because we both have to have a rounds schedule ready by tonight, and I figured we should half the responsibility. You can organize the second half of the week, and I’ll do the first.’

‘Oh and you just decided this did you? What if I had something very important planned?’

‘Well that would be too bad, because we have to share our duties. It is only fair.’ She crossed her arms and her mouth tightened.

‘Is that so? Well, what happens if I say no?’ Draco watched as her brow furrowed and her eyes pinned down on his.

‘I will make sure you regret it!’

He smirked, ‘Oh, so you’ll punish me, will you?’, his eyes flickered downwards.

She stomped her foot, ‘this is serious Malfoy! Stop being such a disgusting prat!’

‘Yeah, whatever Granger’, He sneered, ‘don’t get your panties in a twist.’ before she could reply he turned and closed the door in her face.

Draco crawled back into bed and closed his eyes; he would deal with the schedule later. As much as he would have liked to shirk all his duties in order to give Granger more work, he needed to make a good impression. This year was his last at Hogwarts, and although the Malfoy family name did not suffer too badly during the war, this position would set a perfect example to society.

He didn’t want to let Granger think he had agreed with her, and even worse, that he had done what she suggested, so would get the schedule done, but not before the prefect meeting. Besides, he was in charge of the second half of the week and nobody would be put out by the late submission. As he could make Granger squirm, he would be satisfied.

The girl next to him began to stir and an arm snaked around his waist.

‘Who was that?’ a small voice piped, he smirked and bent down to kiss her, ‘nobody of your concern, now… we still have half an hour before class, lets not waste time.’

Hermione’s first class of the day went by fast, and she felt happy to be back doing what she loved. Her hand had shot up more times than she could count during the lesson, and she was sure that this would be her best academic year so far. She had just exited her class went she saw a familiar red head approaching,

‘Hermione!’ Ginny Weasley yelled as she trotted across the grass, ‘where are you headed?’

‘I just got out of charms; I’ve got a break for an hour before Ancient Runes. I was going to go down to the lake’, Hermione smiled, ‘come with me?’

‘Let’s go!’

The girls walked down a well-worn track to the Hogwarts Lake, a popular spot to rest and relax in between classes. The first day back was usually incredibly busy for students, so there were only a handful of other people dotted around the lakes edge.

‘How is being Head Girl so far?’ Ginny asked, once they had settled on a sturdy log, ‘has Malfoy been a pain?’

Hermione rolled her eyes, ‘you have no idea. This morning I approached him about halving one of our duties for the day, he gave me such an attitude. On top of that, did you know that he has already had a girl stay the night in his room?’

Ginny’s eyes widened, ‘Wow… on the first night. That is impressive.’

‘I wasn’t impressed, I was annoyed. The stupid noises she made ruined my bath, sex isn’t that good.’ Hermione sighed.

‘Well, according to the whispers I’ve been hearing, sex with him is that good.’

Hermione gasped, ‘Oh god, ugh. I don’t want to know, I’ve already seen enough for today. He was only wearing underwear when I spoke to him this morning.’

Ginny’s cheeks flushed redder than usual, ‘Hermione, I want to let you know that I am always on your side and I agree that Malfoy is an absolute sod… but, you have to tell me, does he live up to the hype?’

Hermione smiled at Ginny, ‘Oh you are just the epitome of a teenage girl! Are you not thinking about Harry at all?’

‘I am! Of Corse! It’s just… well, let’s not beat around the bush, everyone says Draco Malfoy is a sex god.’

Hermione had almost repressed the memory from the morning; she had been so embarrassed by her reaction. When he opened the door, she hadn’t expected him to be so… unclothed, and the sight that she was greeted with was incredibly impressive. She hated to admit to herself that as she gazed of his Quidditch conditioned form, she had felt a strong rush of heat run down her spine. Ever since the Gildory Lockhart incident, she had vowed never to be a gushing girl again, and she was proud that a silly thing such as looks did not often affect her. This morning’s incident had thrown her slightly, but she was absolutely sure that would not occur again. ‘Besides’ she reasoned to herself, ‘it is probably just a side effect of missing Ron.’

‘Well?’ Ginny pushed, ‘what did you think?’

‘He was…’, Hermione shook her head, ‘It doesn’t matter! He was a complete prick, I have no idea whether or not he will finish the schedules like I asked him too.’

‘Don’t worry, you always manage to pull things together. By the way, I haven’t told you about Ron and Lavender!’ Ginny exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

‘What about them?’

‘Harry sent me a letter today. He said that they were all talking together after dinner and had got onto the subject of the Yule ball, Lavender mentioned that Victor Krum looked lovely in his finery that night and Ron went bonkers!’

Hermione laughed, ‘He was so jealous of Viktor.’

Ginny nodded, ‘Yes well, apparently there was a huge quarrel between them and she is sleeping in a separate room at the moment. It looks like there may still be a chance for you and Ron!’

Hermione considered this for a moment, and then lowered her eyes, ‘Even if they didn’t work out, Ron isn’t as straightforward as Harry is with you. I never know for sure what he is thinking, it would drive me insane.’

‘I’m not giving up hope Hermione, even if you have.’ Ginny rested her hand on Hermione’s shoulder, ‘You deserve happiness after everything you have been through.’

Hermione smiled and hugged her friend, ‘Thanks Gin, but I don’t need a guy in my life to make me happy, besides, I have N.E.W.T.S to study for!’

Ginny laughed, ‘only you would say that!’

Hermione stood at the front of the classroom, all the prefects had gathered for the first meeting, to be assigned their rosters for doing rounds. Hermione had left her last class early and spent the last two hours perfecting the schedule, it was not an easy task as many prefects had extra curricular activities.

Malfoy was nowhere to be seen, and she was becoming more nervous by the second, she only had the first half of the week sorted and she relied on him to bring the second.

She clapped her hands together in order to gain the prefects attention,

‘Well, We may as well start… I’m sure the Head Boy will be along in a minute.’

Everyone quieted down, ‘Firstly, Congratulations on being chosen for Prefect! Your role is incredibly important to the school, and we appreciate all the time and effort you will all put in this year. Your main role is to set an example for the younger students, however the Head students will be leading you in events such as Hogsmeade weekend’s where we need to direct students and make sure they are safe. Every night, the school halls will be patrolled after curfew, in order to catch anyone that is breaking the rules. You will only need to patrol for an hour, and then you may return to your dormitories. I have taken the liberty of assigning you all a patrolling partner, because it is always best to have someone with you even within the confines of the school. We all know the world is a safer place now, but remember that you are not permitted to patrol by yourself. Now, I’ll start with this weeks schedu-‘

Malfoy burst through the door, and Hermione lost her train of through entirely. She was simply relieved to see he had arrived, hopefully he had the schedule!

‘Starting without me, Granger? Seems a bit rude, even for you.’, A few of the Slytherin prefects snickered.

‘YOU were late,’ If looks could kill, she may have just murdered Malfoy.

‘As I was saying,’ She continued, ‘Tonight, Malfoy and I will patrol the dungeons, Katie and Neville can cover the Gryffindor tower and –‘

‘Hang on a minute there’ The blonde-haired boy stood up, Hermione sighed,

‘What now?’

‘I can’t patrol tonight, I have the first Quidditch Practice of the season.’

‘Well, too bad. You should have told me that earlier, I can’t go alone.’ Hermione couldn’t believe one person could be such a hassle in her life.

‘Unless you forgot, I am the captain of my team. I can’t skip this.’ Malfoy wasn’t going to budge, and her face grew redder by the second as the whole room of prefects watched them stare each other down.

‘I’ll take your place Draco!’, Blaise Zambini, a Slytherin prefect raised his hand, ‘The team needs you this year.’

Draco nodded towards Blaise and sat down, Hermione huffed, she didn’t think this was the great example of teamwork that Professor McGonagall was hoping for.

‘Okay well, since you are in such a rush, why don’t you present your schedule first?’

A slow and deliberate smirk spread across Malfoy’s face, ‘I haven’t finished it yet.’

Hermione’s felt her stomach drop, now what would they do? They had a whole class of people waiting to know when they would be needed.

Draco loved watching Granger become flustered, her cheeks turned pink and her large eyes widened even more.

‘I… Oh, well then… Um…’ She stuttered, and begun rustling through the papers she had in front of her, you could almost see the cogs turning in her head.

He spoke up, ‘Calm down Granger, It’s fine.’ He rose, and faced the group of prefects, ‘Those of you who are not rostered for the next three days, need not worry, I will post a notice in this meeting room later in the week, and you may check your times then.’

There were a few grumbles but most of the people nodded in approval, Draco was not worried about letting people down, because he simply had too much influence and not enough compassion to care.

He looked at Granger, her normal color was returning and she had developed a look on contempt towards him.

‘Looks like my job is done, I need to sort some things out with my team, so I’m heading off. If you have any questions, you can direct them at the Head Girl.’

He turned and walked out the door; absolutely relishing the state of anger he had left Granger in.

Hermione meet Blaise Zambini for rounds at 9 o’clock, she had decided to bundle up in a warm jumper, as the air became very cold at this time of night.

When Blaise arrived, there seemed to be something bothering him, and he shook her hand as he greeted her.

‘Hi Hermione, it’s… it’s freezing tonight, right?’ Blaise stuttered, and looked down.

‘Uhh yeah,’ Hermione murmured, still confused as to why he shook her hand.

‘Well lets get started, sorry you were roped into this, Malfoy is such a prick.’

Blaise laughed, ‘I know, but he isn’t on purpose.’

‘Really? It feels like he is trying to make me mad.’

‘Well, maybe for you, he is.’ Blaise smiled apologetically.

‘Why though? The war is over, and Harry and Ron aren’t even around this year. Yeah, I punched him in third year, but what have I ever done to him except defend myself?’ Hermione knew Blaise was good friends with Malfoy, maybe he would have some insight.

‘He’s been raised to dislike you, your… well… I don’t like using the word. Although his family has certainly made their views less radical, they have affected him regardless. His father has been an ever present pressure in his life since first year, and there are certain ways he feels he must behave.’

Hermione nodded, ‘I see what you are saying, but I just cant accept that as an excuse, the way he treats me is just pathetic.’

‘Oh no!’, Blaise piped, ‘I’m certainly not making excuses for him, if anything I agree. He does treat you worse than others, and you don’t deserve it… your… amazi-‘

‘What was that?’ Hermione interrupted, a large bang echoed off the walls, and in an instant, a young couple fell out of a broom closet.

‘Excuse me, care to explain what is going on here?’

Hermione didn’t notice Blaise’s dejected expression and she begun to punish the younger students.

Draco dismounted his broom and turned to his team mates, ‘good work guys, I think this year is going to be our best yet!’.

There was a gaggle of groupies that had run onto the field to watch them practice and he passed his broom to the nearest girl,

‘Put this away for me, would you?’

She smiled widely and winked, ‘Of corse, Draco, Let me know if you need anything else.’

He flashed her a smile and turned away, listening to the excited chatter that had started up among the group.

Running a hand through his hair, he pulled out a clump of mud, 'ugh', he thought, 'time for a shower.'

Hermione had just arrived back from her rounds, during which, she had taken a total of 60 points off respective houses. Blaise had spoken to her for a moment about Malfoy, and then completely shut off. Hermione did not mind having Blaise as a partner; a quiet Slytherin was the best type of Slytherin.

She hung her cloak up in her room and peeled off her jumper, before steeping into the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water began to wash away the stress of the day, and what a stressful day it had been. She had panicked when Malfoy stated he had not finished the schedule, he had vaguely agreed to do it, so he should have stuck to his word. It was so important that she make a good impression, being Hermione Granger came with certain responsibilities. Although she had to admit, he had fixed the situation well; she assumed it was the respect he commanded that stopped many people from protesting.

Ginny telling her about Ron and Lavender raised many emotions that Hermione couldn’t quite process, she had almost shut the door on the prospect of Ron, but Ginny’s encouraging words began to plant hope. Could they possibly become a couple? If she just swallowed her nervousness and told him how she felt, maybe he would feel the same too. ‘No!’ Hermione scolded herself, ‘No boys this year! Especially Ron!’

Draco had just arrived back at the dormitory, and as soon as he entered his room he threw all his things on the floor and headed for the bathroom, he needed to wash his hair instantly.

He had just opened the door a crack when he noticed stream rolling out from underneath, he looked up to find Hermione in the middle of her shower. She hadn’t locked the door, and he was about to teach her a lesson about privacy until his eyes ran over her body, and a low groan instantly escaped his lips.

He had known that she was liked by some, but if all of the males at Hogwarts saw the sight he was seeing, she would be the most desired girl in school. Draco watched as water ran down her chest, following the perfect swell of her breasts and sliding over her small, pink nipples. She ran her hands over her toned stomach and bent slightly to grab soap, Draco had to catch his breath as he glanced at her tight, round backside. Her skin looked so smooth, against the long dark strands of wet hair that stuck to her back. Draco’s pants were so tight he was almost bursting the button, and he reached down to adjust himself. Lust clouded his thoughts and he began to rub himself through the material, causing great shivers to travel up his spine. As he stroked, he drunk in the sight of the Head Girl, the animal need he was feeling completely robbed him of any good sense. All he wanted in that moment was her, his eyes locked on the spot under her ass, and although he strained to see, he could not catch a glimpse of her most private area. The stroking had increased, and he was already feeling himself approaching the edge, if only she would move to a different angle so he could just see her…

She turned off the shower, and a switch flicked in his head. If he stayed any longer, she would notice the crack in the door. He pulled himself away from his view, and slowly shut the door with shaking hands.

Standing in the middle of his room, Draco was so riled up that he felt he would burst, his head was spinning and his breathing was not returning to normal. He didn’t want to, but he had no choice, so he finished in a piece of cloth, something he hadn’t done in a very long time.

Laying on his bed, he tried to come to terms with what had just occurred. Draco had seen many naked women, but Hermione Granger did not compare. Why did she, of all people, have to look like that?

He had barely thought about her in this way before, in fact, he still harbored disdain towards her imperious attitude. A yawn escaped him, and he realized the time. He wouldn’t get any sleep tonight; hopefully in the morning he would have a clearer head.
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