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A/N: This is a fanfic for Round 1 of The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition. This is a Draco/Hermione pairing. My prompts for this fanfic are as follows: 1. (dialogue) "You have about as much charm as a flobberworm.", 3. (word) change, 11. (song) 'Fever' by Peggy Lee. Hope you enjoy this one! – MsHologramRibs

Fever

Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear

"You have about as much charm as a flobberworm!" Hermione yelled at a certain Draco Malfoy. It was the annual ball at the Ministry and both Hermione and Draco weren't having a good time. Draco Malfoy, the genius that he is, thought that Hermione was looking rather ravishing and decided that he wanted to dance with her. But Hermione was having none of it; he was Draco Malfoy after all. She was just about to tell him what a pureblood git he was who had no regard for humanity when he said something that shocked her.

"People change, Hermione," he purposely used her first name. He got the reaction he wanted for, she froze where she stood and regarded him intently, searching for any sign of false pretense.

You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
Fever all through the night

Sun lights up the daytime
And moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right

"Just one dance?" she asked with a demanding tone. Draco couldn't help the smile that graced his features. He nodded as she took his hand.

"Just one dance," he agreed. Hermione marveled at the warmth of his hand. She let him lead her onto the dance floor where he swayed her with a firmness she never felt before. She was increasingly aware of his hand on her waist, it seemed to radiate with warmth and burned her to the core. She felt vulnerable but liberated as he whispered into her such things as, "brightest witch of her age," and whatnot that had her spiraling into a flurry of attraction. She didn't want to be attracted to Draco Malfoy, he was a Death Eater's son after all but she couldn't deny the lovely way his hands burned her and made her feel desire that she couldn't quite understand. The fact that he looked handsome in black and white robes wasn't helping either.

You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
And fever all through the night

She looked into his eyes, was that desire she saw or something more primal? People were starting to notice the duo as they danced gracefully across the floor. Some of them burned with jealousy at who the handsome Draco Malfoy chose to dance with. Hermione couldn't help but notice the glares and looks of shock sent their way. She immediately sought out to pull away from Draco but he prevented it.

"Ignore them," he whispered into her ear. She wasn't sure of herself but she did just that. People were starting to join them on the dance floor. Draco led Hermione into an alcove, nobody noticed they had disappeared.

Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago

Romeo loved Juliette
Juliette she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, Julie, Baby
You're my flame

Thou giveth fever
When we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I'm afire
Fever, yeah, I burn, forsooth

"What are you – " Hermione began but was cut off by the softness of Draco's lips. He kissed her as if the balance of the world was pinned on that kiss. She noted the suppleness of his lips, the way he seemed to be tender with her even if his hand was unknowingly dancing across her waist. Then it occurred to her that she was kissing Draco Malfoy, of all people! She moved to pull away to state that he was a snake for kissing her when he put a finger to her lips

"People change, Hermione," he said for the second time that night. This time her name rolled off his tongue with ease and she was encased in it. He kissed her again and this time she gave in, leaning into the kiss with a simplicity she didn't know she had. Shivers were going up and down her spine in waves as if her senses were tingling in delight at his touch. His hand was in her hair now, pulling her towards him in need. Hermione gasped at the sensation. She was just about to moan low in her throat when Draco was suddenly pushed away from her.

"You foul git! Get your hands off of her!" Ron Weasley butted into their small affair. Harry Potter was holding Ron back telling him not to do anything rash but Ron wasn't listening. "Stay away from her!"

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione yelled gathering the attention of everyone in the room. Draco didn't hesitate to take Hermione's hand and lead her away from the party. Harry was holding Ron back as he attempted to follow them. Hermione didn't mind that Draco was leading her away and out onto the street. "I can't believe he would dare – " but she wasn't able to finish her piece as Draco kissed her again. This time it was with desire and passion that Hermione's head went reeling in the dirtiest direction it could go.

Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said, Daddy
Oh, don't you dare

He gives me fever
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I'm his misses
So Daddy, Won't you treat him right

Hermione let Draco apparate them away from the place. They arrived on an unknown street, only when Hermione look up did she see that they were at her flat in London. She turned to Draco, confused.

"How?" she asked and Draco shrugged sheepishly.

"I live not that far from here, I've seen you a couple of times," he replied smiling at her reaction, which was that of shock. How could she not have seen him? She thought this as he pulled her in for another kiss. This time it was with tenderness and fleeting as if he didn't want to rush anything.

"This is where I leave you," he said pulling away with a sigh. Hermione gazed at him once again confused. He noted the look on her face and he smiled dazzlingly.

"People change, Hermione," he said for the third time that night and with that he led her to the flat door, kissed her hand, and apparated away. Hermione couldn't help but burn where he touched her. She wanted something, something she wasn't certain of yet but she knew one thing, Draco Malfoy had changed. She opened the door to her flat, certain that she would have a firm talk with Ron the next day. But something else smoldered inside her. She wanted Draco and he knew it.

Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade

They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever, 'till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn

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A/N: I had to rewrite this one because Word crashed on me (I was so mad) but I hope you enjoyed! It was my first time writing this pairing. – MsHologramRibs