A fun little thing I wrote because I was bored.

I thought of it because I was at a concert the other day and got a blister on my foot. When I got home I was trying to decide whether to pop it or not, and all of a sudden this flew into my head. When I read it over it sounds kind of rushed... But I hope you guys like it!

Hermione and Draco are sort of OOC... But in this story they're kind of friends... So they're not too mean to each other. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, sadly. -cries-

Ron sat in the common room, bored to death and hungry. Harry was sitting next to him, newspaper in his hands. Ron sighed pitifully and ran a hand through his shaggy red hair. "Do you know where Hermione is?" He asked, turning to Harry.

Harry glanced up at him over the paper, "I think she said she was going to study in the library."

Ron shook his head, that girl was always studying. "Want to go with me to find her then?"

Harry looked up again and inwardly sighed. This puppy dog following Ron had picked up was beginning to get on his nerves. He folded the paper and put it on the arm rest, deciding that a particularly juicy story about some quittich scandal could wait a few more minutes. Harry stood up and brushed his pants off. "Alright, let's go."

Ron smiled up at him and stood, turning in the direction of the library. "Off we go then!"

They made small talk as they walked, talking about quittich and their classes, and found that they both thought a certain Ravenclaw girl was a looker. As they entered the library they scanned the desks. No Hermione. Pavarti was sitting reading a thick book of creatures and Ron stepped up to her.

"Have you seen Hermione around here?" He asked a little awkwardly.

Pavarti shook her head, not even looking up at Ron. "She might have gone to the back, though. I wasn't looking."

"Well, thanks," Ron said and when he turned back around to Harry he gave him a funny look.

Harry smiled and the two of them began making their way around the library. They were about to turn back around when they heard a very familiar voice. Draco Malfoy.

Ron turned to Harry. "Malfoy?" He whispered harshly, "in a library?"

"I don't know why you asked me, Granger. Especially here. Why don't you just go to the infirmary? I'm sure they'll give you something to… do whatever it is you need to have done." Draco said, voice as arrogant as his face must have looked.

Harry and Ron turned to each other. Hermione was there? With Malfoy? They crept behind the isle of book shelves to better hear the conversation.

"- I don't know, Malfoy. It's just really bothering me." Hermione was saying.

"Well go to the infirmary! I don't have time to help you with your body problems!"

Harry and Ron exchanged another look, beginning to get worried.

"Can you just pop it? Please, Draco? I won't ask you for anything ever again, just please do this for me." Hermione whined.

Ron blanched.

"Why don't you ask your little friends, Potter and Weasly?" Draco scoffed, "maybe they'll even do it together."

Both Ron and Harry shot straight up, looking at each other with wide eyes.

"We'll I would but they're not here… Come on, Draco, be a sport." And then they heard her laugh and say sarcastically, "I'm sure you've been wanting to touch me forever- now's your chance."

"Well Granger," Draco sneered, "I was thinking about doing it for you, but after that I don't think I will."

They heard footsteps, like Draco was walking away, and just as his profile came into view he stopped and was dragged backwards. "I'm sorry." Hermione said.

There was shuffling as Draco righted his cloak and then silence. "Alright fine, I'll do it."

Hermione clapped, "thank you!"

"I don't know why you can't just use your wand, though…" Draco mumbled.

There was more shuffling and two thuds as the students took off their cloaks. "I don't know any spells for that… It's not exactly my field…"

Ron began walking out of the isle and Harry grabbed him, pulling him backwards with a sharp tug.

"Alright then, Granger, how do you want to do this?" Draco said.

There was silence as Hermione thought. "Well, might as well do it here… Do you want me to sit down?"

Ron scrunched up his face, "on a library floor?" He whispered, seemingly terrified.

"It'll be easier if you get on your back," Draco replied, "and I don't want any of your juices getting on me…"

Harry looked mortified.

"Don't be such a baby, Malfoy." Hermione retorted, and you could practically see her eyes rolling. There was more shuffling. "Is it going to hurt?" Hermione asked softly.

"Probably," Draco replied. "Alright, move your legs and let's get this over with."

Ron, who couldn't take anymore, sprinted out of their hiding place and into the isle where Malfoy and Hermione were.

"Ron, no!" Harry yelled, barely missing his cloak. He jumped up and ran after him.

When they entered the isle what they saw was far from what they expected. Hermione was on her back the floor with her cloak folded up under her head, one leg up in the air with her foot pressed into Draco's stomach. Draco was holding her foot, a little safety pin in his hands. Both, though, were fully clothed, much to Harry's relief.

"What is this?" Ron exclaimed. "Some kind of bloody foreplay?"

Harry, who was much calmer than his friend, raised his eyebrows, "well this is awkward…"

Draco, seeing an opportunity to mess with them, took Hermione's foot with both hands, dropping the safety pin to the floor, and began to massage it. "What's wrong, Weasly? Mad because I'm closer to shagging your little girlfriend then you've been in four years?"

Ron began cursing at Draco, who in turn, cursed back, smugly winning their argument. Hermione yanked her foot out of Draco's hands and stood up, blushing profusely.

"Hermione," Harry started, "what's all this about?"

"Well…" She said, glancing at Draco. "I went on a little walk yesterday and I got this… well this thing," she motioned to the foot Draco was previously holding, "on my foot."

Harry inspected it and then turned back to Hermione. "Hermione… that's a blister. You should know what a blister is."

Hermione's face flushed red again. "I.."

Draco draped an arm around her shoulders. "Why don't you just tell them that you were looking for a good shag- I mean we all know that was what was really going on."

Hermione shrugged out of his grip and elbowed him in the stomach, then bent down to pick up her cloak. "Well I had best be going to the infirmary. See you around, Harry," she looked at Ron, "Ron." And then she was gone.

The three stood silently for a minute staring at each other.

"You're a bloody foul pervert, Malfoy." Ron said, crossing his arms over her chest.

Draco smirked, "don't be a sorry loser, Weasly. When she gets enough of me she'll go back to you." Draco picked up his robe from the ground and flashed the boys a smile that wasn't at all friendly. "But I wouldn't hold your breath." Then he turned and walked out of the isle.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. "I'm going to kill him…" Ron mumbled.

Harry patted his friend on the back, still not at all sure what had just happened. "One day Ron, one day."

So- what did you think they were doing behind the bookshelf?