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Tussle	By : Ravengirl7 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Everyone at Hogwarts knew Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were at each other�s throats, so it wasn�t at all surprising when she requested for a new Prefect to patrol with her.

The entire school was in for a delicious piece of gossip when it turned out that the only other Prefect who had requested a partner change was Draco Malfoy. This meant that Ron would now be partners with Hannah Abbot, and Hermione would be partnered with Draco Malfoy. Malfoy�s fit upon learning who his new partner was became a tale that would be retold hundreds of times over the next week. There was even a rumor he had set the Head Boy�s robes on fire.

That same day, Hermione sat in History of Magic class trying to look appropriately dismayed. She took her usual flawless notes; no one noticing that she would occasionally pause to write in a smaller black notebook at her elbow.
Did you really set Edmund�s robes on fire? She wrote.
�Not on purpose. I shot some sparks from my wand for dramatic effect and� voila, fire. It�s rather refreshing to be the subject of intense speculation and gossip once more; I feared I was fading into obscurity.
Good God you are full of yourself.
What else should I be full of? Treacle?
Hermione decided not to respond to that bit on nonsense. After a few minutes, he wrote.
How about you? Planning on any public displays of your own?
I figured I would just be resigned and sullen.
You could give Weasley boils.
Don�t� tempt me.
Hermione went back to her notes. Most of her fellow classmates weren�t paying the least bit of attention. It was the middle of December and snow was drifting outside the castle at an alarming rate. No doubt, most of the students would be outside that afternoon. Now there was a thought. She scribbled in the little notebook.
I think most of our classmates will be enjoying the outdoors this afternoon.
I think you�re right.
I think we should patrol the abandoned third floor corridor for students.
I completely agree. People are always sneaking up there to snog. After class then?
Yes.

Hermione closed the little notebook, just in case someone decided to peek at it. She didn�t usually stare at the clock hoping to hurry time along, but today was an exception. The moment class ended she began to pack her things. She stood only to see that Hannah Abbot was standing by her desk. The Hufflepuff�s face was brimming with anxiety.

�Oh Hermione, I�m so sorry about Malfoy.�

�I�ll be alright Hannah.�

�I wish we could be partners. Ron has been such a beast to you lately! He and Draco deserve each other!�

Hermione allowed herself to grin at that particular picture. �Unfortunately� for Hermione, all prefect pairs had to be a boy and a girl so that all the lavatories could be checked.

�It�s alright Hannah; Ron will be decent to you. And it�s very likely Malfoy will just ignore me.�

Hannah patted her shoulder sympathetically. �I just want you to know, when you and Ron patch things up, I�ll switch you back.�

Hermione forced herself to look grateful. �Thank you.�

When she finally made it to the abandoned corridor Malfoy was already waiting for her. �Where have you been?� he groaned.
Hermione set her school bag on a stone bench. �Hannah Abbot cornered me; she wanted to let me know how sorry she was that I have such bad luck in patrolling partners.�

She didn�t manage to say anything else because Draco�s mouth was already on hers. Their tongues met, causing them both to sigh happily. He stroked her back, his other hand cradling the back of her neck. She un-tucked his shirt so she could run her hand up his bare chest; then she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. He moaned and let his hand run down her back and under her skirt to squeeze her bottom. At that moment, Hermione�s enchanted ring briefly became unbearably hot.

She and Malfoy both swore and jumped apart. From the way he shook his hand Hermione guessed that the enchantment had a similar effect on him. Hermione fished her wand out of her bag and cast a cooling charm to soothe her finger. A moment later a small group of younger students came up a nearby staircase.

�What are you doing up here? This corridor is off limits!� Draco barked. They stared at him with their mouths hanging open. Hermione had to admit he looked terrifying.

�We were just erm� leaving,� One of them stammered as they rushed back down. Draco sat on the bench and began cursing idiot first years. Hermione gazed at the ring trying to figure out what had just happened.

�It didn�t mention anything about this in the text,� she murmured to herself.

�Well it bloody well should have; what was that?�

�We�d have to test it out more, but I think it�s some kind of warning mechanism.�

Draco, apparently no longer in the mood, was tucking his shirt back in. �Why, of all things, would it burn the hell out of our fingers?�

Hermione shrugged. �Maybe so it can get our attention no matter what we happen to be doing.� Hermione frowned, wondering what other effects the book hadn�t mentioned. She had more research to do. She glanced over at Draco, his blonde hair all messy. She walked over and smoothed it with her fingers. He closed his eyes, enjoying the simple touch.

�Don�t forget,� she said quietly, �We have patrol tonight.� His smile was immediate.

�That we do,� he stood and gave her another long, hot kiss. �I�ll see you tonight then.�
The next morning Draco Malfoy had a spring in his step. The consensus among his housemates was that he must have done something positively awful to Granger the previous night. No one had seen him in this good a mood in well over a year. Draco sat down in the Great Hall to have some breakfast. It was the start to a fantastic day, until Pansy showed up.

�Professor Snape wants to see you in his office,� she said smugly. �You must have done something really dreadful to Granger for Snape to actually do something about it.�
So much for breakfast. Draco hurried off back to the dungeons; It wouldn�t do to keep his Head of House waiting.

Draco knocked on the door to Snape�s office.

�Enter.�

Draco opened the door and slipped into the room, trying to keep calm.

�You wanted to see me sir?�

Snape sat at his desk looking as if he had just eaten something sour. His black eyes studied Draco�s face as he spoke. �Yes, a very unusual occurrence has been brought to my attention. Do you recall what you were doing yesterday evening?�

Draco struggled to keep his face neutral as he remembered Hermione Granger giving him the most fantastic hand job to date. �I don�t recall anything out of the ordinary.�

�Interesting,� Snape said, glancing at a piece of parchment on his desk, �These records indicate that you awarded ten points to Gryffindor house at approximately eleven �o clock yesterday evening.� Snape raised an eyebrow. �If you were in my position, wouldn�t you find that� extraordinary?�

Draco froze, �Did I?�

�Yes, and you also failed to specify why you would do such an unusual thing.�

�Well,� think you idiot think! �Granger and I patrol together now and� I haven�t been sleeping well. I was stuck in the trick stair by the prefect�s bathroom and� Hermione Granger helped me get out of it.�

�Hermione Granger helped you?� Snape said incredulously.

�Yes, well I mean I told her� the house points were incentive since she doesn�t like me much. If she hadn�t helped me I would�ve been stuck there all night.�

�I see.� There was a long pause where Snape�s eyes bored into him, as if he were trying to discover the truth. Finally, the professor sighed and looked away.

�Very well, you are dismissed.�

Professor Snape drummed his fingers on his desk as Draco hastily left his office. He didn�t believe for a moment that ridiculous story. Draco�s mind was firmly closed, so he hadn�t been able to glean anything with legilimency. Would Miss Granger tell him the truth? Doubtful. If a student from his own house wouldn�t confide in him, why would she.

He had been uneasy since the two of them were made partners. Dumbledore seemed to think it was a fine idea, but the old wizard had always been an idealist.

He didn�t think Miss Granger would have coerced Draco in to giving her house points� but he also couldn�t envision a believable scenario in which Draco would voluntarily give house points to Gryffindor.

Severus Snape wouldn�t bet a knut on Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy ever being anything less than hateful toward each other. His brow furrowed. It was only a matter of time before one of them landed in the hospital wing.
�You did what?� Hermione yelled. Draco had asked her to meet him again, but she hadn�t realized it was to admit this piece of idiocy.

�Look, just say the same thing I did if he asks you,� Draco said calmly.

Still furious Hermione waved her ringed hand in his face. �These only keep us from talking about it! They aren�t going to keep others from figuring it out if we are careless!�

She gave a little cry of exasperation and paced back and forth across the small tower room. Draco sat patiently and watched. She would calm down� he hoped. In the short time they had been intimate Draco had learned to remain calm when Granger was in a temper. Yelling back at her would only escalate things and, while that was often very enjoyable, tonight he had an inclination that she would sooner smack him than snog him.

Finally, she sat down across from him on the thick-carpeted floor. �I am too tired for this nonsense,� she muttered. She flopped on her back and continued.

�Ronald was positively gleeful that I�m partnered with you. And yes, it isn�t what he thinks, but I hate to see him so bloody smug! Oh, and Slughorn�s stupid Christmas party is in a few days.�

�You don�t have to go you know.�

�No, I do. Everyone will think that I didn�t go because I couldn�t get a date! Ron will have a field day! But there isn�t anyone I really want to go with either.�

�Well, think about it creatively then. Who could you take that would make Weasley the most angry?�

Hermione glanced over, giving him an assessing look. Draco rolled his eyes, �Not me you ridiculous bint!�

�Who then?�

Draco scratched the side of his head. �How about Smith?�

�What?�

�You know, that blonde bloke from Hufflepuff.�

�No, Smith would be a disaster.�

�You could squint your eyes and pretend it was me,� he said helpfully.

�No, he wouldn�t go with me. He hates me,� she said with finality.

Draco contemplated who else would drive Weasley mad. �Oh, I know, what about that Gryffindor bloke who desperately wants in your knickers?�

Hermione wrinkled her brow. �McLaggen? Hmm�� That might do, she thought. He had nearly beaten Ron and tryouts for Quiddich. Also, he clearly had a crush on her so there was no doubt he�d accept her invitation. �I think you might have actually had a good idea there.�

Draco smirked and stretched out next to her. She gave him a small smile.

�So, only ten points eh?� She said, her eyes glinting with mischief.

He felt some color appear in his cheeks, �It�s the maximum amount a prefect can award you know.�

Her smile extended into a grin, �You actually awarded house points for a hand job?�

�I just sort of� said it and the wards recorded it.�

�Idiot,� she muttered as she rolled over. She threw a leg over him and nuzzled his neck. Draco slid his hands up her jumper and she moaned softly in approval. Yes, he might be idiot, but if anyone could help her humiliate Ron it was Draco Malfoy. McLaggen� what a good idea.
�Taking McLaggen to that Christmas party was the worst idea you�ve ever had! He was an utter pig! You are an idiot!� Draco sighed. It was the evening after the party and it seemed Granger was furious with him. Once again, he sat on the tower room floor while she paced and ranted.

�Honestly!� she exclaimed, �I don�t think seeing Ronald�s fit over this is going to be worth the degradation!�

She continued ranting and Draco, for the life of him, couldn�t concentrate on what she was saying. Granger looked positively glorious this evening. Her hair was piled elegantly on top of her head and it happened to be one of those rare occasions where she wore cosmetics. Her crimson dress robes clung in a very enthralling way. It was a real treat to see her like this; Draco could count on one hand the number of times he had seen her dolled up. He was even more excited at the possibility of special underwear. Surely, Granger wouldn�t wear her usual cotton under such a spectacular robe.

�Are you even listening to me?�

He looked up at her face, which was deliciously flushed. His gaze zeroed in on her mouth, which was in a positively gorgeous pout.

�I was just thinking that it�s a good thing you dress so abhorrently all the time.�

�Oh is that a fact?� She said haughtily, placing her hands on her hips.

�Mmhm,� he said, getting to his feet. �If you started dressing properly, no male would ever listen to a word you said because they�d be too busy trying to imagine what you look like naked.�

Hermione stammered her mouth opening and closing like a fish until she finally said, �But- but you already know what I look like naked, you have no excuse!�

He smiled in a predatory way, �Oh that�s right; I do.�

He had his arms around her in a flash. He devoured her mouth, kissing her so hard she could barely catch her breath. His hands were busy at the clasps that kept her robes closed in the back. Getting frustrated, he spun her around so he could see what he was doing, continuing to plant urgent kisses on her neck.

As he undid the robe, he got a glimpse of black. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders and the robe slid to her waist. Her breasts were covered in delicate, black lace. He moaned at the sight and craned his head around to claim her mouth. His hand snaked up her body firmly squeezing her breast and she gasped into his mouth. His other hand fervently undid the remaining clasps so the robe fluttered to her feet. Matching lace knickers clung to her bottom.

�Oh Merlin Granger,� he groaned. She leaned back against him as he aggressively squeezed her breasts. The cups weren�t very sturdy, and so when he tugged on them they simply folded over, exposing her. She wriggled against him as he pinched her nipples. He rolled them between his fingers and her knees trembled. One of his arms held her around the waist to keep her upright while his other hand continued the caresses.

She whimpered and pressed her bottom back against him. He growled low in his throat as his free hand dove into her knickers. Hermione bucked her hips to the brisk rhythm his hand set, gasping as his mouth went to work on her neck. She felt him smile wickedly.

�Say it,� he purred.

�Huh?� she looked puzzled for a moment, then what he wanted dawned on her.

�Oh no.�

�Come on Granger,� he said, his fingers moving more urgently.

�Nooooooo,� she whined.

He significantly slowed his touches, �Should I stop then?�

�No!�
�If you�re not going to say it-�

�Don�t you dare stop!�

He chuckled, �So, you will say it?�

�I�ll say it when you finish it!�

�Very well,� he pressed his thumb firmly against her clit, sending her over the edge. A shiver ran up her body as she groaned with relief. She went completely limp and he gently eased them down to the floor. She lay there panting, her pretty undergarments in complete disarray. Her eyes lazily opened to see Draco looking at her expectantly. Hermione giggled.
�Oh you win; ten points for Slytherin.�
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