A/N—Here is a little drabble I thought of the other day…

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, neither do I seek to reap financial benefits from this piece of fiction. I am merely a fan yearning to manipulate Rowling's characters in such a way as to entertain myself and others.

-the story-

It was as if he were a female lion stalking her prey… only he was male, and his prey was not an injured Thompson's gazelle. His prey was in fact, Hermione Granger. She was currently in the bathroom performing her evening ablutions and preparing for bed. Draco Malfoy slowly made his way to the bathroom door, and knocked softly.

"Come in"

There she was. Hair damp, recently released from its towel prison, skin still pink from the warm water and freshly moisturized, smelling faintly of cinnamon. Even clad in a bulky bathrobe Granger was a sight to behold. Merlin, if he had known that there wouldn't have been a chance of death or maiming he would have loved to have jumped her right then and there. His body was telling him "Go! Go! Go!" but his mind was saying "Give it time." A famous witch once said, 'These things must be done delicately.' And oh, how right she was.

"What was it you wanted, Draco?"

What he wanted was to shag her silly. "Wanted to know if you would be interested in sharing a drink with me. If you don't that's fine. Just extending the offer to appear…polite." He turned and headed out for their common room…He expected that she would hem and haw about having to get up early tomorrow to some homework or some other boring chore and also that it was a little more than against the rule to have alcohol anywhere in the castle apart from the cheapest, wateriest brand of butterbeer "Lock-and-Pebble's Butterbeer Flavored Drink". It was essentially piss-water. She probably wouldn't accept his offer at all anyway.

"What are you drinking?"

This was not the reaction he expected. He turned to face her, eyebrow lifted, smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Why, Ogden's Finest, of course, but if you would rather imbibe Lock-and-Pebble I'm sure I can scare up a bottle from some first-years." The smirk was now in full tilt, it even reached his eyes.

"Ew. No, the firewhiskey is just fine. Who in Merlin's name would choose to drink Lock-and-Pebble? Blegh." She pushed past him out of the bathroom. "Let me just go put on some pajamas, and I'll be ready."

"Draco, old bean," he said softly to himself. "You are without a doubt a smooth son of a bitch. You have here in your possession one of the oldest bottle's of firewhiskey that the Hog's Head had to offer. Ogden himself probably brewed it!" He poured two highball glasses half full. "Best not to overdo it."

"What was that?" Hermione walked out of her room clad in a black somewhat form fitting tank top, and a pair of green and grey plaid, cotton boxers. Draco was instantly suspicious. He had seen Granger in her night things several times over the course of the past numerous months, and she had never once worn anything green. Was she aware of the image she was portraying? The Brave Vixen Princess of Gryffindor flaunting her sexuality to the Prince of Slytherin, and noted Philanthropist of the Bedroom. A witch who wears green in front of a Slytherin is like a matador wearing red in front of a bull. His pants twitched uncomfortably.

Clearing his throat, he repeated, "Best not overdo it." He handed her a glass.

"Fuck that! Tomorrow is Saturday!" She downed all of it, and then flopped down on the couch, arranging herself in a somewhat suggestive manner. She had to know that he wanted her. He was sure of it. Her clothing, her posture, her language. Merlin! Her language! How he would love to elicit and tear curses and foulities from that lovely throat. If his pants hadn't been restricting before they certainly were now.

Draco poured her another glass, while he nursed his first, "Granger, I am surprised by your enthusiasm. What brought it on?" As he slid down to the couch and handed Hermione her drink, she placed her legs in his lap. An act not lost on Draco. 'She must be trying to seduce me…but why?"

"I broke up with Ronald today."

Ah. Potter's orange friend, the Weasel. "Oh? Finally realise that you're too good for that sod?" His eyes grew wide. He hadn't meant to say that, even if it was a snarky whisper.

"What?" Hermione sat up, her own eyes drawn wide.

"Er...Sorry, I must be developing a cold. What I said was, why did you end it with the Weasel?" He looked away from her trying to hide the color that was steadily trying to make its way to his cheeks.

Hermione settled back down on the couch, "Oh, well the Patil twins, you know Parvati and Padma? Well they told me that Lavender Brown had been going around telling everyone that she and Ron were together, and that he was going to eventually break up with me to be with her. Well, naturally I was appalled by such a claim! I went straight to Ron and asked him to tell me the truth. He didn't even try to deny it…. Argh! I'm just so mad, I could spit!" She finished the rest of her drink in one gulp, and began to pour herself another.

Draco noticed that Hermione's eyelids were looking heavy, and that her pupils were a bit dilated. Although this was the outcome he wanted, he did not want to be the revenge sex. He wanted to be the sex that she sought after, that she longed for. The sex that she heard was fantastic and would beg for.

"Why don't we take it a bit slower, hmm? No need to rush the evening." Finishing his own drink, he put his hand to her wrist to keep her from picking up her third.

"Sorry. You're right. It's just-" She moved so that she was leaning into him, her cheek resting on his chest. "It's just I want to make him feel as awful as I do. You understand don't you? It seems like Pansy likes to fool around on you too."

Draco snorted, "You think that I give a skrewt's arse about what Pansy does on an hour by hour basis?"

"Well don't you? Isn't she your fiancée or some such nonsense?"

"She isn't anything to me, except a nuisance."

"So, you're single." Draco couldn't tell, but he thought that he might have felt Hermione snuggle into him.

He draped his arms across the back of the couch, "Always have been."

"Mmm." Hermione nodded her head. "Wanna shag?"

"Do what?"

"Do you want to shag? It would be lovely to get back at Ron…I was hinting at it earlier." She stood up, stretched and began walking to her bedroom.

He also stood. "You think this will be just about getting back at Ron?"

"I'm sorry I don't understand."

When she turned around, Draco was right there, her nose brushed a button on his shirt. His hands were braced on the door behind her. His eyes dark. Draco was going to make her understand. "Let me rephrase then, you want me." He narrowed his eyes and lowered his face inches from her own. She giggled nervously.

"You? You're a right wanker! Why would I want you? I was just hoping to be able to use you, and maybe get a bit of fun out of it!"

The words stung a bit, but Draco knew better, he could hear the pleading in her voice. It was dripping off of every word. "Interesting. If you change your mind you know where to find me." Quickly he turned away and went to his room. Within five minutes there was a knock at the door.

End.

A/N—Right…so this is a one-shot right now. I intended it to be more citrusy, sadly it didn't… If you, my dear readers, want more I will tack on a second chapter or a third or something. Please, please, please! Write a review so you can tell me what you think! It you want more I need to know! If you hated it let me know that too!

Also! I wanted to point out some little funny thing I put in, and possibly explain them: 1) the famous witch = Wicked Witch of the West (Wizard of Oz), 2) Lock-and-Pebble's Butterbeer Flavored Drink = this was a reference to Keystone beer...nasty cheap stuff (I do not recommend it), 3) Potter's orange friend = Ron a reference taken from Neil Cicierega's Potter Puppet Pal's video, "Snape's Diary."

Anyway! There we are! hope you enjoyed it! Thanks!

K M Rose