Hi everyone! I know it's been way too long since I wrote, but that's because I've had tests upon tests, and exams upon exams. Anyway, this Halloween, I thought I'll upload this new dramione fanfic I've been working on (very slowly). In this particular fanfic, I'm not going to focus a lot on angst, like I did in my previous one (redemption). It's more of a naughty, smutty book.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to our beloved JK Rowling.

Let's go trick or treating!

Hermione scurried along the corridors of the seventh floor, her footsteps echoing on the stones. She was late and she knew how he hated it when she was late. She wasn't afraid of him, just that she couldn't stand the tone in his voice when he was lecturing her for her tardiness. It was smug and haughty just like his stupid smirk. Which was also very sexy...

STOP IT, HERMIONE!

As she turned the corner she spotted him in his usual spot, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. And DAMN HIM for looking so good, it made Hermione's stomach give a funny flip. As she approached, her eyes roamed over his body unconsciously- lean yet muscular, broad and strong shoulders, powerful thighs. She could imagine what those thighs could do in bed...
Hermione shuddered inwardly. What was wrong with her? Such thoughts were unhealthy to say the least. He was supposed to be her enemy, and having funny feelings for her rival never bode well for anyone, much less her. And moreover, he was arrogant, selfish, rude and a bloody Slytherin.

Hermione immediately reprimanded herself. The war was over, and she was the last person who had to have such animosity towards anyone. Even Draco Malfoy.

He looked up, his expression bored, but it was his eyes that held her in place. Swirling, silver-grey orbs that pulled her forward but also kept her at bay. His pale face was flawless, his eyelashes long and elegantly curled, his mop of silver hair falling into his eyes in a very exquisite way. Everything about him was... Exquisite.

"What took you so long, Granger?" He drawled in his cool voice, moving away from the wall. "And I don't want any excuses."

"Then why did you ask?" Hermione grumbled.

Draco Malfoy tutted. "Now now, as Head girl, you have to be more diplomatic than that. And I expect you to be on time from tomorrow, got that?" He started walking and Hermione had no choice but to follow.

"For your information, Malfoy" she snapped, trying to keep pace with his long strides. "As you said, I'm Head girl, so it gives me equal status as you-the Head boy. So stop trying to make it sound like you're my superior."

He scoffed. "But I AM superior to you. Did you forget that Granger? I'm pure blood while you're-"

"A mudblood, yes!" She snarled. "So?"

He looked satisfied, now that he'd succeeded in riling her up. Why, just WHY did she find HIM of all the people in this enormous school, attractive? It could have been anyone from Gryffindor or Revenclaw or Hufflepuff. But no! It had to be a Slytherin, and THIS Slytherin to be precise. Her enemy from when she was 11 years old. Obnoxious jerk!

But she had to admit, there was no one who was hotter than Draco Malfoy in Hogwarts. That, all the girls in her year could agree upon, enemies or not. Blaise Zabini could give him competition, but that was another matter altogether...

Hermione had to exercise control over her thoughts. If any of her friends found out then... Ugh, she could imagine the look on Harry and Ron's face. Hermione groaned internally. Ron! God that boy was so...So...She couldn't find the right words to describe him. Yes he was an amazing person, but he also had a nasty temper and a really bad habit of being rather rude to others. And he was hellbent on pursuing her, no matter how many times she tried to make it clear she wasn't interested!

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she walked right into a wall of solid muscle.

"Sorry!" She said hurriedly, backing away and blushing.

"Watch it, Granger." Draco warned, but his voice lacked the usual venom. The war had changed everyone. And that included Draco. Yes he was a jerk like before, but unlike before he wasn't evil. He seemed like a better man. Cold, yes. But also stronger. He kept to himself most of the time, and hardly insulted anyone.
They had reached the stairs to the astronomy tower, and Draco started climbing. She didn't see why they had to patrol the tower EVERY NIGHT! Students hardly came out of bed now that the war was over, because the fear was still fresh, the wounds still bleeding. But she went after him anyway.

The night was young, the stars shining brightly in the velvety blue sky. The air smelt faintly of freshly mown grass, and Hermione inhaled it in, feeling peaceful. Like usual, nobody was up there.

"Why do we come here again?" She asked. "You know that the students are too scared to come here, right? Especially after Dumbledore...And the war..." Her voice failed. A familiar lump formed in her throat as she, unwillingly, remembered all the deaths that the Wizarding war had unleashed. She didn't want to remember how terrified she'd been during the hunt for the horcruxes, and during the battle of Hogwarts.

"I come here because I want to remember." Draco said, so quietly that she wasn't sure he'd meant for her to hear. Hermione stared at the blonde. Anyone she knew, would want to forget about the horrors of the past, and here was a certain Draco Malfoy who was REMEMBERING. Why?

"Why?" She asked, more curiously than incredulously.

Draco fixed her with his cool stare. "The war's over Granger, yes. But it doesn't make us friends."

Hermione shrugged, trying not to feel hurt at his words. "Well since we're done here.." she turned on her heel and walked back down the spiral staircase. She'd just entered the corridor when someone grabbed her wrist from behind and turned her round. She came face to face with an annoyed Draco Malfoy.

"We're doing patrol together, aren't we?" He asked, arching a perfect eyebrow.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, forcing herself not to feel very good about his proximity. He was almost a head taller than her and so she had to look up. "Yes, so?"

"So, we walk together. Don't leave me like that."

Hermione smirked. "Is poor Draco afraid of the dark?"
For a second she thought he was about to tell yes. But the moment was gone, and he took a step back, looking wary. "C'mon. Better get this over with." He muttered.

They patrolled the corridors in silence after that. Hermione kept glancing at him once in a while, wondering what his silence could mean. Was Draco actually afraid of being alone in the dark? But why so? Then it struck her. They were in the astronomy tower. The place where he'd cornered Dumbledore and was ordered to kill him. Of course he didn't do it, but she could only imagine how terrified he could have been at that time. It was insensitive of her to ask him that question. And of course he wouldn't answer. If she was in his place, would she?
They were on the second floor when they heard it. Sounds of whispering. And the scraping of a desk.

Hermione and Draco froze in their tracks, wands at the ready. The sound seemed to be coming from the classroom door to their right. They didn't dare light their wands, for it could alert their 'would-be-victims'. Hermione turned to Draco and put her finger on her lips, but he just rolled his eyes. They inched closer, and pressed their ears to the door. Voices..Grunting..Moaning...

"...Yes. Harder, Tim. Fuck yes...Like that." Said a girl's voice, husky and constrained. And through the door came unmistakable sounds of two bodies slapping together.
Too soon, Hermione realized what was going on and her eyes widened in horror. She glanced at Draco, who looked as though he was trying not to laugh. Hermione's cheeks were slightly pink. Draco smirked at her and turned the handle.

"Well! What a sight!" He exclaimed.
Hermione wanted to pass out. They were fifth years. The two of them scrambled to their feet and snatched their clothes from the floor looking alarmed, embarrassed and horrified at the same time. Hermione waved her wand once and the two students stood, fully dressed.

"Ten points from Revenclaw, Tim." Hermione said sternly. "And ten from Hufflepuff, Jane!"

"Yes." Draco said, as though he found all this very amusing. "Now go back to your dorms. Your head's of houses will be informed of this."

"No!" Tim and Jane said together. "Please!"

"We'll see." Hermione said. "Now go."
The two practically ran out of the classroom, leaving Draco and Hermione in a heavy silence. Hermione tried not to look at him, especially in a room which now smelt faintly of cum. Her mind was working overtime . She couldn't stop thinking about the two kids who'd just had...Sex here. She couldn't stop thinking about the sounds. It turned her on, for fucks sake! Unbidden to her mind, came an image of herself and Draco on a table...
Hermione shook her head and cleared her throat.

"Right." She said, her voice an octave higher. "Let's um...Let's just-" she turned away and was about to walk back through the open door when it closed. Draco grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her round, pushing her against the door, his left hand on the door, on the side of her face.
Shit. He was close. Too close. Was he supposed to be this close? Why was he so close? Her heart hammered against her chest.

"That was interesting, wasn't it Granger?" He whispered, his breathe cool on her face. His smell was intoxicating, muddling her senses. His right hand played with a lose strand of her hair.

She said something really intelligent like, "Huh?"
Then he was gone. He was gone in a swirl of robes, leaving a pile of dust behind him. Hermione stood, with her breathing uneven and her heart racing.

Author's note: An okay start, in my opinion, but read on and ohhhh it gets hotter and hotter!

Cheers,

La icepopsickle xD