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Fun & Games	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, nor I do make any money from this fanfiction.

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It wasn't all that bad. Save for some soreness around the ribs and a few cuts and bruises, he had escaped the incident healthy as a Hippogriff. The only part of him that felt damaged at all was his ego. The entire school was talking about what had happened during the Quidditch match. Draco Malfoy had saved a Muggle-born Gryffindor, and not just any. He almost wished he never would have done it, but there was an arrangement to which he had agreed, and the look on Granger's face every time they crossed paths in the corridor or during class made it well worth the gossip.

She was doing what she did best.

"Will you stop looking at her?" urged Pansy, using a hushed voice as they hurried to finish their assignment before time ran out. Slughorn had the class brewing a batch of Beautification Potion.

Draco ignored his partner. Pansy had always been something of a control freak. They weren't in a relationship. Hell, the most they had ever done was dance a little during the Yule Ball but for some inane reason she was under the impression that she had a say in his private affairs.

"Alright class, time is up!" Slughorn announced from his desk. "Let us sample these masterpieces," he said gleefully, far too cheerful to be from Slytherin. "Starting with...Tracey and Daphne."

The two Slytherin girls cautiously stepped to the front of the class, holding their cauldron on either side and propping it onto the desk. With one reluctant look at Slughorn, Daphne - the braver of the pair - took a deep breath and tasted a spoonful of their Beautification Potion. The class watched intently as she shot up a couple inches and the features on her face began to contort. Her nose grew thinner, her eyes closer together, her forehead a little smaller and her lips plump.

There was a brief pause before Slughorn clapped his hands together. "Well done, girls! Well done!" He handed Daphne and vial of reversal potion and motioned for them to take a seat.

Draco noticed she was in no immediate hurry to take it. He didn't blame her.

A few more groups went. Everyone's potions went accordingly, save for Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas. The latter ended up growing a pair of scaly wings and spewing greenish sludge. Given that Draco was fairly adept in Potion Making, he knew where they had made an error. The boys stirred clockwise as opposed to counter-clockwise. Rookie mistake. Definitely not NEWT level Potion Making material. Snape would never have allowed them a spot in his class.

Slughorn cleaned off the remainder of green sludge with a small wave of his wand and gestured to Draco's table. "You two," he said, nodding his head to the front of the class. "Give it a go."

People whispered as he took the long way to the front of the class, passing by the back of Granger's desk and nudging her chair a little bit. Although he couldn't see her face, he was sure her cheeks were bright red. The young man smirked to himself before placing the cauldron front and centre.

"You do it," Pansy said cautiously.

Draco rolled his eyes. He knew what she feared. The girl didn't want any drastic changes to her appearance, because that would mean her looks were oh-so average Truthfully, Pansy was above average, but even that wouldn't get him out of taking the potion.

Without much thought, Draco downed a gulp of their concoction and waited for something to happen.

The entire class waited.

~

Hermione could hardly believe it. Or could she? Several moments came and went with not even the slightest change. The bane of her existence remained tall, blonde, and silvery-eyed.

Slughorn cleared his throat, approaching the cauldron and inspecting it. "Hmm," he said, holding a hand to his chin. "It appears just fine."

"What's the problem?" asked Seamus. "Why isn't he changing?"

"Because he's already gorgeous," Millicent Bulstrode said matter-of-factly. There were a few laughs following the revelation, but no objections.

Hermione kept her eyes planted firmly on the empty sheet of parchment in front of her, feeling her cheeks grow white-hot with embarrassment. About a minute passed by until Slughorn dismissed the pair back to their seats. She could feel Malfoy's eyes on her the entire time, and the weight of his attention kicked into overdrive as he brushed past her once more.

Get it together, she told herself.

~

Ginny digested the information as though it were nothing. "Of course," she nodded. "He may be an insufferable twat but he's also the best looking boy in school."

Hermione arched an eyebrow.

"Besides Harry!" added Ginny, suppressing her laughter. "Either way, it doesn't surprise me one bit."

She supposed the redhead was right. Malfoy was...decent...ish...from afar...but even thinking it felt like treason. "Have you seen Harry around? He has my Transfiguration textbook."

Ginny shook her head. "Haven't seen him all day. He's probably with Ron somewhere, talking him down from ruining your life."

This time Hermione laughed, bitterly. "Probably."

The girls bowed their heads into their homework and scratched away at their parchment for the next couple of hours. It was late into the day. The sun had already set and both of them opted out of dinner that evening. Ginny was on some sort of diet, a diet in which Hermione made a mental note of discussing, and the Head Girl herself simply wasn't hungry. She hadn't been able to eat, sleep or think properly since the Quidditch match, but it was nothing physical. She was just being her regular overly analytical self.

"I'm off," said Ginny, gathering her things from their spot in the library. "See you in the Common Room later?"

Hermione nodded, waiting until her friend's footsteps faded out until dropping her Quill and burying her face into her hands. She needed a break. She needed some time off from life.

"Hey," greeted a familiar voice.

Hermione glanced up and felt her stomach tie into knots. "Christopher," she acknowledged. "This is a...surprise."

The young man offered her a look of guilt. "I come in peace," he said, holding both his hands up. "No mashed potatoes this time."

She smiled lazily. "I heard they revoked your Prefect status."

Chris nodded, his features dropping slightly. "I deserved it."

"You did," agreed the Head Girl. "For letting Malfoy manipulate you like that."

"How did you know...?" the young man asked, genuinely surprised.

"Smashing a plate of mashed potatoes into my face?" Hermione asked rhetorically. "It has his filthy, bigoted stink all over it."

The former Prefect laughed. "I guess it does."

"Sit down," she motioned. "Let's talk."

Chris did as he was told, too amazed that she still allowed him in her presence to object.

"What does he have on you?" asked Hermione. "It has to be something fairly sizable given that you risked your badge."

Chris glanced down, looking paler than he did during the aforementioned incident in the Great Hall. "I guess you do have a right to know," he reasoned with himself, thinking aloud. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"You have my word," she said, with complete conviction.

The young man took a deep breath, mentally preparing. "Well...you know my family is Pureblood," explained Chris. "And we often see the Malfoys and other Pureblood families over break, during various parties and such." He paused for a moment. "There was this one party, Daphne Greengrass' seventeenth birthday, and both Malfoy and I were in attendance that night."

Hermione listened attentively, feeling the strain in his voice. She almost wanted to ask him to stop, but part of her wouldn't allow it.

"You see...I...I brought a date that night," he furthered. "A secret date."

"A secret date?" she repeated.

Chris nodded, looking ill. "My date and I weren't ready to reveal our relationship just yet, so we decided to keep it between us for the time being."

"Of course. Go on."

"Anyway, we slipped away from the rest of the party about halfway through and went to a secluded area for some alone time," he said with eyes that explained it all. "Malfoy caught us."

Perhaps fooling around before marriage was frowned upon in Pureblood society. She wouldn't put it past that lot to be so backward-thinking. "He caught you messing about with your girlfriend," she gathered. "I still don't see that as any reason to give up being Prefect."

"That's where you're wrong," said Chris, finally looking at her. "I don't have a girlfriend," he said. "I have a...boyfriend."

And just like that Hermione wished she could have reversed time and assured Chris he had no obligation to tell her anything. She felt horrible. She felt disgusted with herself. She had no business prying into his private affairs. "I...I don't know what to say." The Head Girl glanced down, ashamed.

"Neither did I," said Chris. "That's why I agreed to whatever terms Malfoy laid out."

"He'll pay for this," she said firmly. "Believe you me. He will pay."
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