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Hermione Granger picked herself up off the floor and pushed her mass of brown curly hair back from her face to reveal singed eyebrows and coal coloured cheekpparpparently that particular combination was not going to work.

She cleaned herself up with her third cleansing charm of the evening and walked back over to the very used potion table and her smoking cauldron.

For the past week she had been trying to figure out a way to get her muggle CD player to work at Hogwarts. While she had musically recorded all of her music so it would not be receptive to the wards of her school, during the summer holidays; she had been unable to think of a way to get her CD player to work there as well. The thing was currently sat in her trunk being of little use to her at all.

She had already started with charms (they being her speciality and all) and had progressed through every one she could think of before finally giving up the idea of them being any use. Ruling out Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Transfiguration (her CDs might not fit anymore), History of Magic, Astronomy and Care of Magical Creatures, that had left her with option of Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts. She had opted to start with Potions as her Defence spells; while powerful were not her fortes.

Unfortunately, her potion making was not proving to be anymore successful than her charm casting and she had decided that if this next concoction was not what she needed she would devote the next week to Defence Against the Dark Arts. It wasn�t that she was ruling out Potions as a no go area, heavens! There were hundreds of ones she could make and adapt that might make her music able to be played at Hogwarts. But she had quite a number of bruises from being blown over backwards when the tests didn�t work and she didn�t want to think how many times she grown her own hair and eyebrows back this week.

"Last try." She muttered to herself and pulled out her Advanced Potions textbook and leafed through to the pages describing a particularly potent potion that had the ability to distort the atmosphere around it and would hopefully provide enough interference to allow her music to play.

She got down to work, adding the dragon dung to the cauldron and holding her nose to stop from gagging at the smell.

Now she had to make it very clear. Of course, being head girl she had double-checked every rule that existed at Hogwarts about the use of personal belongings and since her CD player was personal and wouldn�t disturb the comfort of her roommates she was perfectly sure she would not get into trouble for her experimenting. To be on the safe side however, she had hidden herself away in one of the unused Potions rooms right at the very end of the dungeons. It had once been a preferred place for Slytherin rendezvous with the opposite sex; but after assigning serious amounts of detentions to the culprits she found in there they had vacated to other parts of their territory, so to speak, to get up to their little deeds. Needless to say she wasn�t particularly popular with that quarter of the student body.

"Not that I ever have been." She mused as she added 6 drops of rats� blood to the already foul smelling concoction.

Honestly, she didn�t know why she was so determined to have her CD player work at Hogwarts. It was probably just that the noise would drown out Parvati and Lavenders incessant talk about all the boys they thought were so gorgeous and had to talk about for hours on end every night. They had got Hermione to join in once in her fifth year but she had quickly learnt from her mistake as they pressed her for every detail on her "love affair" with Viktor Krum and then kept asking her repeatedly who she thought was hotter; Blaise Zabini or Draco Malfoy. She had finally given in and mumbled Zabini (as if she�d every see Malfoy as anything but a bouncing ferret!) and from that night on she couldn�t go anywhere near the boy without the two girls bursting into fits of giggles. No, after that she had decided to stay well clear of the conversations and they had finally stopped pestering her to join in. Now all she had to do was find away to drown out their embarrassingly detailed stories that didn�t involve casting a silencing charm which they found quite offensive (and could counter-act). Or leaving her room for the solitude of the Library, which of course Malfoy had taken to sitting in every night of late.

Leaving her potion to simmer for the 6 minutes it required she walked round the table to admire some of the tapestries on the walls. It seemed quite odd to her that a potions classroom would have woven cloths on the walls but she assumed that as Snape had never taught a class in this classroom, that it had in fact been used by a previous Potions Master before Snape had taken over the position. She examined them more closely and could almost define what appeared to be lists of ingredients.

"Interesting way to remember them, I might have to give it a try sometime."

"Talking to yourself?"

Hermione jumped and turned around quickly to find Harry and Ron standing in the entranceway half covered by the invisibility cloak.

"What are you boys doing here? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry Hermione, but we came to see whether you wanted to visit Hagrid with us?"

"Maybe another time Ron, I�m working on something at the moment."

"More extra credit work for potions?" Harry asked, exasperated.

She smiled and ushered them out of the classroom.

"Tell Hagrid I said hi."

The two boys waved before they disappeared under the cover of the invisibility cloak. Hermione laughed as they made their way to the end of the corridor and sprinted up after her two best friends, tugging on the invisibility cloak.

"You might look a bit obvious if people see your feet walking through Hogwarts."

"Thanks Hermione." They laughed and disappeared out of sight.

She shook her head at the pair and turned round coming face to chest with someone in a Slytherin uniform.

�Great.� She thought. �Just what I needed.�

She looked up and into a pair of dark green eyes; she blushed a little and moved backwards.

"Zabini." She muttered, before side stepping the boy to get back to the classroom.

Getting into the room she let out a sigh, grateful that she heard no footsteps following her

"So this is why you kicked us out of this room."

She jumped again and cursed herself for thinking a sneaky Slytherin such as Blaise Zabini would have just walked away without coming to investigate exactly what the dearly loved Head Girl was up to.

"You should make noise when you walk."

"I find that letting someone know I�m watching them isn�t half as fun for me than not letting them know I�m there."

"Then why did you inform me of your presence?"

"Because I assumed that as this isn�t the shower you wouldn�t be taking that darling little robe off any time soon and therefore you would be no fun to observe."

She rolled her eyes and went back round the desk and took the potion off the heat.

"What have you got there, little Gryf?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Zabini, now I think you should go seeing as though your curfew will be imposed in 5 minutes and it would be such a shame if I had to take more points off you for late night outings."

"Yes, I�m sure you�d hate to take points from me wouldn�t you, little Gryf. Lucky for me I have permission from Professor Snape to be out this late."

She held out her hand.

"What? Don�t tell me you don�t trust me?"

"Shocking, isn�t it?"

He moved closer to the desk and held out a piece of paper with the Potions Professors barely legible scrawl on it.

"Funny how you don�t tell Potter and Weasley to get back to their common room before curfew."

"Not really, as Ron is a Prefect and as you well know, Harry is Head Boy."

"I still find it funny."

"And why is that Zabini?" She asked, impatiently thrusting the note back into his person and motioning for him to exit.

"Well, if they aren�t doing anything wrong, why do they need the invisibility cloak?"

"A precaution."

"For?"

"Comfort that they won�t be harassed by jealous Slytherins who didn�t get made Prefect or Head Boy." �Or snarky Potion Masters who still find ways for taking points.� She thought sourly, remembering the incident during the first week back at Hogwarts when Snape had caught Harry patrolling the corridors with her after curfew and had removed points for having a shoe lace untied, just because he could no longer take points for curfew breaking.

She frowned at the un-justice of it all. Honestly, how were they ever supposed to believe Dumbledore when he said Snape was on their side if he kept resorting to such petty ways to make Harry�s life miserable?

"Something troubling you, Granger?"

"You still being here when I told you to leave." She snapped.

"Calm down, little Gryf. Don�t get your red panties in a twist." He smirked.

Hermione�s eyes flew wide open and she stared at the arrogant Slytherin in front of her. How the hell did he know her panties were red?

He smirked once more before turning to leave.

Insufferable prat! She thought, honestly he must have picked a colour at random and now she�d given it away by being unable to hide her surprise. She shuddered at the thought of him knowing what colour underwear she was wearing. Not nice.

"Oh and Granger?"

She looked up to see him watching her from the doorway. "I�d wear a robe when you�re walking up the stairs if you don�t want anyone else to know what you�re wearing under that deliciously short skirt of yours." He winked at her once and walked calmly out of the door, leaving a very embarrassed and very annoyed Hermione Granger behind.
"Was that really necessary, Zabini?"

"No, but it�s always fun to embarrass the little Gryf."

"You�ll lose us house points. Torment someone who isn�t Head Girl."

"Afraid she might like me better than you Malfoy?"

"She can�t stand either of us Zabini, therefore it would be an idea not to piss her off and give her an excuse to make us lose the House Cup yet again."

"She�s too righteous and Gryffindor to take points just because she doesn�t like me."

"But she�s not above taking them for looking up her skirt when she was walking up the stairs."

"She�ll be too embarrassed that I saw anything to take points. You remember she has to give a suitable reason. Besides, you�re just jealous because I got a look up the little Gryfs skirt and you didn�t."

"Yes Zabini, I make it my life�s mission to stalk the girl."

"You should, she�s got a gorgeous ass on her, all nice and pert." He smirked at the blonde haired boy and dropped down onto the couch with grace that no other house seemed to be able to master. "Then again, I forgot, you do have your sights set on a rather nice little Gryffindor, don�t you, Blondie. Got any closer to the littlest Weasleys panties yet?"

Malfoy smirked at his best friend.

"Wouldn�t tell you if I had, mate."

"Like hell. You found anyone to do the Transfiguration essay McGonagall set?"

"No, because I still do all my homework myself."

"Turning into a right little Gryffindor, you are." Blaise sighed and raised himself off the couch, scanning the room for anyone he could �convince� to do his essay for him. Finally he settled on a blonde fifth year sat at a table on the edge of the common room. Malfoy shook his head as his friend sauntered over to join the young woman and had his hand up her skirt before he�d even been there 5 minutes.

Getting back to his Potions essay he wondered exactly what Granger ass had looked like covered in those little red panties. He sighed and pushed his hand through his hair. The nearest he would ever get to Hermione Grangers knickers would be Ginny Weasley, or perhaps Lavender or that Pavarti girl who she shared a room with. Maybe he would be able to sneak a pair out of her drawer next time he was up there with one of the girls.

Not like he liked the girl, he found her bloody infuriating to tell the honest truth, but... oh hell he didn�t know and he wasn�t in the habit of understanding the things he thought about. All he knew was that for the past year and a half he had woken up every morning crying out her name as he came in his pants.

Stupid bint she was anyway. Zabini was welcome to the stuck up little Gryffindor. He intended to have a lot more fun with the youngest Weasley than he would ever have with the know-it-all little witch. Yes, Ginny Weasley would be his by the end of the week, God only knew he�d been pursuing her for long enough.

In all actuality he had noticed the Weaslette, as he liked to call her, in the same way Blaise had just told him about. It had been May time in his sixth year and she had come in from Quidditch practise late, having changed at the Quidditch pitch assumedly, she had not bothered to put the standard issue wizarding robe back in place over her uniform. Probably owing to the hot weather. Anyway, luckily for him he had caught sight of her going up the stairs and had been after her ever since.

One would have thought that anyone being chased by the Slytherin Prince that was Draco Malfoy (he had named himself that) would have given in instantly to his charms. The Weaslette however, seemed to be almost as stubborn and thick-headed as her brother and had gone on about family pride and how they�d never forgive her if she went out with him. Merlin! He�d never mentioned going out with the girl. He just wanted a good shag and he was getting bored of how easy it was to bed any Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Ravenclaw above the 5^th year. In fact even one or two of the Gryffindors put up little resistance if he showed he was interested in them. All right, maybe that was a slight exaggeration. In all honesty (well as honest as a Slytherin could be) he hadn�t shagged half the girls he�d pursued. Lord knew he�d been given head by every one of the girls he�d gone after but many of them just didn�t want to give up their virginity if they weren�t in love. He scoffed at the very idea. Love was a load of bullshit; the closest he�d ever felt to love was being able to tolerate Pansy Parkinson as she begged him to go with her to the Yule Ball.

He finished off his Potions essay and smirked at the grade he knew he�d see printed there after it was handed back to him. Severus Snape favoured Draco over all other students, even those in the same house as him. Draco had wondered why once or twice, thinking possibly the Potions Master was gay, but quickly ruling the idea out as it caused him to gag at the thought. He shrugged, it didn�t matter why Snape so obviously liked him more than anyone else, all that mattered was that it was the only subject in which he continued to best Granger and he wasn�t going to complain about it.

He stood and stretched his long body and walked into his room. He had heard Potter and Granger had been offered a Private suite together when they were informed of being Head girl and boy. But had turned down the privilege because Potter actually liked sharing with the Weasel.

Gay.

Both of them.

At least he hoped they were otherwise there was a strong possibility that one of them would end up with Granger before the end of the year and there would be no way she would risk losing either one of them for a shag with him.

He growled at the fact his thoughts had once again turned to the witless little witch.

"She�s not even fucking pretty!" He snapped to his mirror.

"Isn�t she dear?"

"No!" �No, she bloody well isn�t. She�s got too much hair that�s a terribly mundane colour, big, brown eyes that are nowhere near as nice as Pansy�s blue ones. You can�t even tell if she�s got a bloody figure under all the layers that she wears!� He sighed and sat down on his bed. His dream Granger wasn�t any better; normally his subconscious would alter the girls he dreamed about to suit his ideal image of a girl. But no, not with Granger, she came to him in baggy clothes 3 sizes too big for her. Her hair tied in a messy knot and bags under her eyes. She didn�t wear make-up and her tits were not big enough, thank you very much. But he still dreamed about her, and he still came harder in his dream than he did with any of his real shags. Someone out there was testing him and doing a bloody good job about it. He didn�t fancy the girl, he didn�t like her personality, he couldn�t stand her friends, and he didn�t know how to love and didn�t hold any faith in the emotion so that obviously wasn�t it. The only thing he could come up with was that she was Potter and Weasley�s best friend and he evidently just wanted to cause a split in their perfect little friendship.

Groaning he fell down onto his bed in time for Zabini to enter looking rather smug.

With an arm flung over his face he said, "She�ll never shag you if you keep fingering other girls."

"Not like she�s ever going to know what I get up to in my own common room."

The blonde raised his eyebrows at his dark-haired counterpart. "Have you had no encounters with the Golden Trio? The second Weasley and Potter catch on that you�ve got a thing for the girl, they�ll be in this common room faster than you when you cum interrogating you, most likely as a polyjuiced version of me."

"Good job they�re about as intelligent as Crabbe and Goyle then."

"Which is why they�re Head boy and faithful side-kick Prefect."

"Still sore Potter snatched the title from you?"

"From the beating I got from Lucius? Yes."

"How is the bastard?"

"Hiding. He comes out to yell at me for being a disgrace to the Malfoy name though."

"Nice. Kind of hypocritical of him."

"Lucius Malfoy is above being a hypocrite."

"I can imagine."

Blaise moved across the room and began to change for the night.

"Sleep tight, Malfoy." He tossed a magazine at the blonde. "And do us all a favour and toss off before you go to bed, maybe then we won�t be woken up with the sound of Miss Granger�s name escaping your lips."

"Wanker."

"Follow my example."

Draco rolled his eyes, but took up the magazine and wandered through to the bathroom. Like hell he was going to wake up with her name on his lips for another morning in a row.
"Hermione!"

"What, what?" The surprised young witch cried, trying to untangle herself from the sheets and identify the unwelcome noise calling her name.

Suddenly light filtered through to her eyes and she squinted to see Lavender peering under the quilt and sheets.

"Harry and Ron are waiting for you, they said to tell you they were going in 5 minutes if you weren�t downstairs and dressed.

She grumped at being woken up early on her first lie in for 7 days but complied with the wishes of her best friends. Getting up and casting a quick charm her clothes were on and she was refreshed ready for the day.

Normally she would have taken a shower but she had decided she didn�t want to eat breakfast alone anymore, as Blaise Zabini seemed to be stalking her of late. Well obviously not stalking her, he was probably trying to get her alone so he could hex her and offer her to the Dark Lord as a way into his inner-circle. Okay, that was slightly cynical but it was more likely than having him stalking her.

She flew down the stairs and nearly ran head long into Neville.

She called out a hurried apology and ran over to the entranceway and out through the portrait straight into Ron. Evidently they had decided to wait for her after all.

She blushed and backed away from the redhead who had also turned a deep shade of red at finding the bushy haired witch in his arms.

"Sorry." She squeaked. "I thought I was going to have to run a near marathon to catch up with you guys."

Harry laughed at her and quite possibly Ron as well who was still the colour of a tomato.

"Come on, you. There�s a plate of bacon down there with my name on it."

The trio set off together, laughing at Ron�s retelling of his summer job with the twins. He�d been helping them out at their new joke shop and had no end of humorous stories to share with his friends.

They entered the Great Hall and sat at their usual spot at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was pleased to see that only Draco, Crabbe and Goyle and a few lower years were present at the Slytherin table but was quite surprised to see the blonde-haired Slytherin staring quite unashamedly at Ginny. She turned her head to watch the young witch who sat a couple of seats down from them with Colin Creevey, who was talking animatedly about the last Quidditch practise he had been invited too. However, Ginny didn�t seem to be paying much attention to her friend and kept glancing over at the Slytherin table and offering shy smiles to Malfoy.

After gaping at Malfoy and causing Harry and Ron to ask her what was wrong. (She made up some story about having forgotten to read the last chapter of her Arithmancy book for a week on Tuesday, which of course earned her an eye roll.) She turned to Ginny again and was happy to see the redhead realised she�d been caught. Quickly standing, Ginny rushed out of the Great Hall and was quickly followed by Colin and after an apology Ron and Harry.

Hermione sat quite shocked. She knew all about Malfoy�s reputation, but had he really got to Ginny? She was so sensible and so unlikely to become involved with anything Slytherin after her adventure in her first year. Malfoy just had to be manipulating her!

She turned ready to send her most ferocious glare at the offending Slytherin but was surprised to find him leaving the hall. Unable to leave it alone she quickly stood and followed him out of the hall.

She caught sight of a head of blonde hair disappearing towards the Slytherin common room and followed it. He turned this way and that and she saw him disappear behind a tapestry to her left and quickened her pace to follow him. She ducked underneath it and was encased in darkness. Finding her wand she whispered "Lumos." And held her wand high in order to see more clearly.

Something brushed across her ankles as she moved further down the corridor and she shrieked as she feltand and close over her eyes. Dropping her wand at the shock she turned quickly determined to cause the culprit a lot of pain, especially as she assumed them to be Malfoy. She raised her fist but he caught it and pinned both her arms behind her back and smirked down at her as she struggled to free herself from his grasp.

"Let go of me Malfoy!" She warned.

"Tut, tut Granger, you shouldn�t always assume the worst of people like that."

"I do when I know it�s you touching me Malfoy. Now let me go."

"No, I don�t think I will." He began backing her up towards a wall pushing her against it and his body before letting her go with a loud curse as she managed to kick him in the shin.

"5 points from Slytherin for manhandling a fellow student."

"Like your new position in power, Granger?"

"Sore that Harry bested you again Malfoy?"

He narrowed his gaze at her and stepped forward again.

"Oh back off Malfoy, you hardly scare me. Now tell me exactly what you think you�re doing with Ginny Weasley." She demanded as she picked up her wand from the ground.

"Zabini was right, you do have a nice ass. What colour knickers have you got on today Granger? Blaise liked the red, but I must say I�m partial to green."

"Bite me, Malfoy. Answer the question."

"I�ll bite you if you like." He smirked.

"Oh for goodness sake! Fine, be a prat, but I�m warning you Malfoy, stay away from Ginny, she�s too good for the likes of you."

"I�m not after Ginny Weasley, though I highly doubt anyone at this godforsaken school is too good for me."

"Nice Malfoy." Hermione turned to leave but felt a hand on her wrist.

"Don�t you want to know who I�m interested in Granger?"

"Not especially."

"I�ll give you three guesses." He said, ignoring her indignation as he pulled her round and pushed her back against the wall, careful to keep his legs out of the way of her feet.

"I don�t care who you�re interested in Malfoy."

"Guess."

"For Goodness sakes, Malfoy, let me go."

"Not until you guess, Granger."

"Fine. Yourself. It�s the only person I imagine you�re capable of loving Malfoy."

"Close, but no cigar. Guess again."

"Parkinson." She tried, becoming quite aware of how close Malfoy was and how she assumed he was trying to educate her answer.

"Guess again." He whispered leaning in and nibbling on the bottom of her ear.

Her eyes grew wider than she thought possible.

"I highly doubt it�s me Malfoy, so stop that now."

"You�re not enjoying it?" He murmured, moving his lips lower down her neck and sucking on the skin at her pulse point.

"I certainty am not."

"Positive?" He tried again as his lips moved up over her chin and he breathed out softly over her lips.

She licked them.

"No."

He smirked.

"Last guess Granger." He purred as he rocked his hips against hers. Her eyes fell shut and she murmured, "Me?"

His lips moved across her cheek and to her ear. He blew softly on the damp skin.

"Top marks as usual Miss Granger."

She whimpered as his tongue darted over the top of her ear and he bit down on it gently.

Shaking her head suddenly, she shoved him away from her and moved quickly out of his way.

"You�re insane Malfoy if you ever think I�m going to let you touch me." And with a toss of her mundane curls she stalked back out into the main school and headed towards Charms.
Malfoy growled at her sudden departure and threw his fist at the wall. The damn wench was a bloody tease!

The magazine hadn�t helped the other night, in fact his dream had been more vivid than ever before and he had the distinct impression that tonight it would be better if he didn�t even try and sleep.
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