You Love It
It was 4:25 and Hermione had given up waiting ten minutes ago. Dammit! Where was the Head Boy? She stared at a crack in the wall as she wrapped up the weekly prefect meeting.
"So Hufflepuffs will do rounds on Monday and Tuesday, Ravenclaws on Wednesday and—"
Draco Malfoy swept through the door, tossing back his white-blonde fringe arrogantly. "You can look at the chart on the wall outside. If you have any questions, you can see me later." He winked at a Ravenclaw. A female. And a blonde. Who blushed and giggled.
Hermione glared daggers at Draco as he dismissed the prefects. The nerve of him! The Ravenclaw worked up the courage to smile at him as she left.
With a flick of her wand, Hermione slammed the door in Draco's face as he was about to follow. He turned to look at her with a cheeky grin on his face.
"How dare you!" Hermione raged. "How can you just waltz in here half an hour late and then have the nerve to interrupt me? For the love of Merlin!"
He frowned and walked toward the fuming Hermione. "It that all?" He stopped about six inches away from her.
Hermione hated that she had to tilt her head back so far to see his face. She took a step back, but suddenly found her back pressing against the wall.
"Well?" His face loomed closer to hers. He raised his eyebrows and a smirk played on his lips. He leaned forward even more and she turned her head away.
"You like this, don't you?" He chuckled. His breath tickled her ear.
Hermione struggled to stay upright. "You're a bastard, Malfoy," she gasped as the room spun.
"Tsk, tsk, Hermione. You don't really think that, do you?" He said it as a statement.
"Don't call me that," Hermione breathed.
"Oh but Hermione," he smiled—he actually smiled—as he stepped back to survey the damage he'd done to her, "You love it."