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Tussle	By : Ravengirl7 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco sat in the library later that evening putting the final touches on an essay for Professor Snape. He was having difficulty focusing after what had occurred that morning during potions. He was less distracted now though than he had been over the past few weeks. Accepting his attraction to Granger now meant that he lost a lot less sleep.

After all, it was not as if he was in love with the chit. They would have a bit of fun and then, when they tired of each other, they could go back to the way things had been. Well, that was if he could convince her in the first place that he had no other motives and all he wanted was to shag her. Granger clearly did not trust him. He could distract her it seemed, but only to a certain extent. The moment her mind cleared, she was always off like a shot, which, that morning at least, had been very disappointing for him.

Lost in thought he missed the quick footsteps coming up behind his chair. He jumped in his seat as a small notebook landed on top of his parchment. A familiar head of dark curly hair went past him.

Granger went to a table further down the row and sat in a chair facing him. She pulled a similar notebook from her own bag along with ink and a quill. She caught his eye, looked down to the notebook she had tossed in front of him, and then looked back up at his face. Draco slowly flipped open the cover of his notebook as Hermione began to write furiously in her own. An unfamiliar script began to appear in front of him.
If it were not too embarrassing to speak of, I would have you removed as a prefect for casting that dreadful spell this morning. Luckily, for you, no punishment that could be devised for you would be greater than my own embarrassment. If you hoped that pathetic attempt would �win me over,� you were quite mistaken!
Recognizing the spell in the book, Draco realized it worked both ways. He dipped his quill and hastily wrote back in his own elegant script.

Pathetic was it? If you call pathetic making you nearly orgasm in the middle of class then yes, it was pathetic. What I find pathetic is the fact that you continue to refuse something that you clearly desire.
He looked up to see her already furiously scribbling a reply.

What could you be thinking? What about any of this seems like a good idea to you? We could have been caught!
He sighed and rolled his eyes.

Very well, I admit that it was not the best idea to� distract you in such a public place.
He heard her snort of laughter at his response. More of her neat writing appeared.

Do you think that is my only objection? I have several.
Wait, was she writing a bloody list?

One- You are a completely untrustworthy individual.

Two- You have associated yourself with unsavory characters
Draco nearly laughed aloud. The Dark Lord and Death Eaters were certainly �unsavory� at the very least.

Three- You are an ass.
Well now, that just wasn�t nice. It did not take long for him to form a retort.

In response, I would have to say that:
One- You say I am untrustworthy. Can you name one instance where I have lied to you? I am many things but I liar is not one of them.
Two- The group my father associates with does not want to associate with me. I also have absolutely no desire to attract their notice. I have a very strong desire for things to stay this way because I enjoy remaining alive.
Three- All men are asses; get used to it.
She did not write back for quite some time. Draco watched her features change from anger, to puzzlement, and finally to that far away look that seamed to mean she was thinking seriously. Finally, she wrote:

Absolutely no good can come of this.
Draco thought carefully of how to reply to this.

Do you really have the audacity to tell me that none of what has happened recently between us has been good? It has been great at the very least. It�s a good thing I have high self-esteem or I would run off to the lavatory to cry.
Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.

Oh please. Can you be serious for a moment? If we did come to some kind of� arrangement, how I could know it wasn't some kind of trap. How can I be sure you aren�t just out to humiliate me?
His reply this time was prompt.

That�s a two way street. You act like a sweet girl, but I�ve seen first hand that you can be a conniving witch when you want to be. I am well aware that you are the one who cursed Marietta Edgecombe. She still has to wear some rather heavy beauty charms to hide those pimples.

I also happen to know that Rita Skeeter has promised never to write about you, Potter, or Weasley ever again, which I find interesting. She seemed to blame you.
While I do admire sneakiness and ruthlessness in a girl, in this instance perhaps, it is hard for me to know how much I can trust you.
Granger looked rather stunned. Clearly, no one had ever pointed out to her before her more Slytherin qualities. Finally, she seemed to come back to herself.

Both of them learned the hard way that I do not bluff and that I am not to be trifled with.
His response was almost immediate.

More reason for me not to betray you.
She sighed. She removed a medieval looking text from her bag and laid it open on the table.

It may be possible that I have found a way for us to� interact on a regular basis without fear of betrayal. It is a rather old and obscure spell, but that makes it all the more undetectable.
She copied down a description of the spell and Draco found himself reading with great interest. It certainly wasn�t a spell that he had heard of before, and he considered himself well practiced in classical magic. It seemed like a very good solution in that it provided them both with the security they required. She finished writing and looked up at him questioningly.

I will want to have a look at the text myself, but overall it seems like a plausible solution. Could you leave me the book? I will read it over tonight.

I will be re-brewing my potion tomorrow in the potions classroom. Can I assume you will be there to do the same? That seems like a good opportunity to put the spell in place, if we both agree to it of course.
She marked the page in the book and closed it carefully.
Good. The spell on these notebooks doesn�t have a range. Anything you write in it will appear in my copy. Let me know if, after reading the spell for yourself, you still agree.
She packed up her things and left, leaving the old tome behind. Draco rolled up his scroll and tucked the notebook into his robe pocket. Took the old book of spells from were Granger left it and began the walk back to his common room. It would seem he still had some work to do before turning in for the night.
The following evening Hermione sat alone, waiting in the Potions classroom for Malfoy to show. He had written that he was still prepared to cast the spell. All she could do now was to wait.

Because they were both prefects, Professor Slughorn allowed them to use his classroom and simply leave their samples on his desk. He would see to them in the morning. The door opened and Malfoy slipped through the opening letting it close quietly behind him. He silently set up his cauldron and lit the flame under it. Hermione broke the silence.

�So, are you ready?�

He sighed and slowly pulled the old spell book from his bag. He laid it on the desk between them.

�I�m ready as I�ll ever be.�

Hermione took a deep breath.

�Alright then,� she said. She opened the book to the correct page. �The Lovers� Knot spell was invented by young witches and wizards in the Sixteenth Century during the Italian Magical Feuds. It was designed so that members of feuding families could fraternize without danger of discovery. It works by basically swearing both the witch and wizard to secrecy.�

Draco rolled his eyes. �I read the book Granger; you don�t have to recite it for me.�

�Sorry, I�m a bit nervous. And I�m not used to people actually reading important information that I give them.� She swallowed and reached into her pocket. �You brought a ring then?�

Draco tugged a plain silver band off one of his fingers and placed it on the table. �Does it really have to be a ring? This feels really� weird.�

�Would you prefer to wear a bracelet then? Or a necklace?� Hermione prodded. She found what she was searching in her pocket for. It was a thin golden ring with a small garnet in the setting.

�No,� It�s just that it feels like matrimony, he thought to himself.

�Well, it has to be something we wear at all times. You have to remain in physical contact with the object for your end of the spell to work,� she said as she removed her wand from her pocket.

They practiced the incantation several times. Every detail had to be perfect or the spell wouldn�t work. Hermione was secretly impressed with his diction and precise wand movements. Not that she�d ever tell him that.

�I think we have it. Are you ready?� She asked.

Draco looked rather pale but nodded grimly. Moving their wands and speaking together in unison, they cast the enchantment. The two rings began to glow a vibrant shade of red and then returned to their usual appearance.

Gingerly, Hermione reached out and picked up her ring. She slid it onto her left pointer finger. Following suit, Draco returned the silver ring to the middle finger on his right hand.

�Well,� Hermione said, �Presuming that the spell worked, as long as I wear this ring, you are bound not to reveal the true nature of our� relationship. In addition, your ring prevents me from saying anything about it. This way neither of us can tell without the other�s consent.�

Draco did not feel any different. The ring still looked the same. Hermione also still seemed uneasy.

�I think it worked,� she said uncertainly.

�Let�s find out shall we?� Draco moved to the door and stuck his head out. Longbottom was in the hall, all muddy from being in the greenhouse. �Hey Longbottom!� He shouted, �I-�

Absolutely nothing came out. It would seem the spell had worked. Neville had frozen and was looking at him anxiously. Draco recovered swiftly.

�I think Snape is down here somewhere. You�d better head for cover!� Draco smirked as Longbottom scurried up the nearest staircase.

�That was uncalled for,� Hermione said as she stirred three unicorn hairs into her potion. �And remember, if you try to blab, writing about it won�t work either. It will just look like unreadable scribbles to anyone except for the two of us.�

�Well there goes the sensational romance novel I was going to pen about this,� he muttered. He glanced at his potion. It should have been a much darker green and he frowned. Hermione wordlessly handed him the unicorn hairs.

�Oh bugger,� he groaned, adding them hastily.

�Oh it�ll be fine. Just keep stirring,� she said.

They were silent for a time.

�So who did you get to sign out that book for you? It�s from the Restricted Section, isn�t it?�

�Professor Slughorn did.�

�Oh yes, I forgot you were one of his �special� students,� he said scathingly.

Hermione snorted. �Believe me, it�s more trouble than it�s worth.�

�I�m sure it�s terrible to be singled out because someone thinks you�re better than everyone else.�

�You seem awfully jealous.�

�Jealous? Please. You were invited because you�re abnormally intelligent. Potter, well he always gets the special treatment. And everyone else is there either because they know someone important, or they have loads of money.�

�You have loads of money,� she pointed out.

�Lot of good it does me,� he muttered. �Potter�s loaded too, but you never exactly see him jumping for joy.�

�Well, money can�t solve Harry�s problems. Nothing will bring his parents back,� she said.

�Exactly, just like it can�t get my father out of prison or keep my mother safe.�

Hermione glanced over at him. Draco actually seemed worried behind his usual disdainful mask.

�I had heard that she left the country,� Hermione said tentatively.

Draco nodded. �Even I don�t know for sure where she is. But the less I know the better.� Why had he told her that? Why were they talking at all? The spell was so they could fool around, not so he could make her his bosom buddy.

Draco idly stirred his potion and watched her work. She had rolled her sleeves up to her elbows and her hair was messily pinned up to keep it out of the way. He liked her hair up, it made her profile clearer and left her neck exposed. He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on the side of her neck. She sighed softly.

�Please don�t distract me, I don�t want to have to brew this potion a third time.�

�When do I get to distract you,� he said intimately.

This time he kissed her on the lips. Their lips touched slowly, lingering. Well this was pleasant; a nice change of pace from their usual hurried and aggressive kisses. Hermione slowly pulled away from him and smiled.

�Your potion is going to boil over,� she said smoothly.

�Oh bugger!�

She sprinkled a handful of asphodel root into his cauldron and the potion settled. He quickly stirred it in. Hermione ladled a handful of her own potion into a flask and labeled it.

�Well it seems I�m finished.�

Draco looked into his own cauldron. The mistakes he had made would extend his brewing time for at least another half hour. Hermione briskly cleaned her workspace.

�Not going to keep me company?� he pouted.

�Oh no, I wouldn�t want to distract you again.� She said smugly.

Draco glanced at his potion one more time. It was passable enough. He quickly scooped some into a flask and labeled it. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Draco shrugged. �If it were still Snape I wouldn�t risk it, but since Slughorn doesn�t care for me anyway�� he took Hermione�s hand and pulled her into his lap.

They immediately resumed where they had left off. While she still had the presence of mind, Hermione flicked her wand at the door to lock it. She slid her robe off her shoulders and let her hands roam over him. She let her fingers run through his hair, thoroughly mussing it. His mouth roamed down her neck to his favorite place by her shoulder. He started to kiss and suck the place in a way that was sure to leave a mark but, for the moment, she didn�t seem to care.

Draco realized that though he had touched nearly every inch of her body he still hadn�t seen hardly any of it. While he continued to suck on her neck, his hands went to work unbuttoning her shirt. Hermione felt the cooler air of the room on her body and her eyes drifted open.

�Oh,� she remarked. Draco let his mouth roam lower and she moaned softly as he kissed the exposed flesh above her bra. One of his hands stroked her back; the other slid up her belly and tugged the left cup down enough to expose her nipple. He began to massage her bare breast for the first time. Hermione felt she ought to encourage him.

�That� that feels very good.�

He smiled and let his nimble fingers lightly pinch her hard nipple. Hermione sighed, her hands gripping his shoulders while she nuzzled the top of his head. His mouth continued to move lower. After pausing for a moment, he lowered his head and ran his tongue over the hard bud. She squeaked and he drew it into his mouth.

Her hand tangled in his hair. Oh, this was better. She arched her back as he nibbled gently. His free hand started to play with her other breast. She felt his arousal pressing into the side of her thigh. Hermione was filled suddenly with undeniable curiosity.

She slid her hand down between them and stroked him outside of his pants. Draco shivered and took his mouth away from her body. She glanced down at him apprehensively.

�Do you not want me to?�

His eyes were dark with desire. He lifted his head and gave her a searing kiss.

�Anyone who would say no to that is insane,� he murmured. He nuzzled her neck as she slowly unfastened his trousers. He reached down to help her liberate himself.

Hermione sucked in a breath. She was trying all kinds of new things today. Draco laughed gently at the look on her face. He took her hand and, just as she had shown him, he instructed her on how to touch him.

He let her take the reins and his hands moved back to her chest. He growled happily in his throat and she stroked his hard shaft. They kissed languidly as she explored him. After a while, she settled into a steady rhythm and his breathing became heavier. One of his hands slid down between her thighs and she gasped happily. They began to pant in unison, kissing feverishly.

Hermione climaxed first, flexing her core around his long fingers. She was happy to discover that Draco Malfoy was a fast learner. Not long after, his breath caught in his throat and his hips bucked up sharply. She slumped forward against him. As Hermione�s mind clicked slowly back into place, for the first time she didn�t feel agitated. She was a bit messy though.

As if following the same train of thought Malfoy fished his wand out of his robe and lazily swished it in a practiced manner. Hermione raised an eyebrow. Draco smirked.

�Believe me Granger; every wizard you know has mastered that particular spell.�

�Ugh! That�s not a picture I wanted in my head!�

Draco laughed with genuine amusement as he tucked himself back into his trousers.

The next morning Hermione was in a rush. She had gotten back to her room much later than she had intended and had been slower to get ready this morning than usual. She slid into her seat next to Harry at Gryffindor table. She had just enough time to eat a piece of toast without choking. She barely glanced at Ron, who was actually sitting with Harry for once.

�Feeling alright today?� Harry said as he handed her a glass of juice.

�I�m very well, thank you,� she said around a big bite of toast.

Ron, who was sitting across from Harry, looked at Hermione for the first time that morning and abruptly started coughing. His sister patted him sharply on the back. As Hermione turned her head, Harry quickly turned away and had to cover his mouth in order to keep himself from spitting his juice everywhere. Hermione could hear his strangled laughter.

�What?� Hermione said with alarm, �What is it?�

Giggling, Ginny reached her wand across the table and Hermione felt a cooling sensation on the side of her neck. The hickey!

Ron, his face red as his hair, stood and stormed out of the Hall. Harry meanwhile had fallen off their bench, continuing to laugh like a loon.

�Sorry Hermione- but-but- you had a- and Ron�s face!�

Hermione covered her face with her hands and felt the cool metal of her ring against her forehead. She was starting to worry that she would have to wear the blasted thing for the rest of her life!

AN: Whoa this chapter turned out to be pretty long! As always thanks to all readers, raters, and reviewers!
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