Say You Don't Want It

Summary: In exchange for getting Hermione to do his work, Draco teaches Hermione how to have fun. Hilarity inevitably ensues.

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Set in their sixth year, not compliant with HBP because it's pretty much just a fun, fluffy mess and angsty Draco would put quite a damper on the situation. Yay! Based off of the song Say You Don't Want It by One Night Only. I'm in the process of rewriting/combining the first few chapters because they were trash. These are the first two chapters combined and rewritten (15-year-old writing and 18-year-old writing are very different).

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Chapter One

Hermione sighed. "Go away, Malfoy. I honestly I don't need this right now," she said as she tucked a book in it's rightful place on the library's shelf.

"And I honestly don't care about your opinion, Granger" he said with a falsely high imitation of her voice.

She rolled her eyes. "You know, you'd think you'd be a bit nicer to the person you want homework answers from."

"I'm not calling you a 'Mudblood' am I?" he hopped easily onto a desk and leaned his back against a bookshelf. "I've been so good about that lately." He plucked a book from the shelf and started flipping through pages absentmindedly.

"Yeah, you've gone a full week. Congratulations," Hermione said sarcastically and found her place back at a desk to do her homework.

The number of people in library slowly dwindled. They were soon the only two still in the library, continuing to bicker while Hermione tried to focus on her work.

"I don't even know why I have to be in this stupid Muggle class, anyway."

"Well then why did you sign up for it in the first place?"

"I never turned the paper in and they put me in a random class," he said.

"Well, that's your reason there," she huffed as she turned the page.

"It's still not fair," he whined as if he were a child and not a teenage boy.

"Go vent your problems to someone else," she said, feeling irritation boiling up inside of her. "And it's a Muggle Lifestyle class, where people learn what-"

"-what it's like to live in a Muggle community, learn how to hide your magic, live like a muggle, bla, bla, bla. It's all a load of rubbish. Who would want to live with Muggles anyways?" he asked.

"Hey!" she said, not looking up from the parchment she was scribbling on, but her brows were furrowed (not in concentration, but from annoyance). "Living with Muggles isn't that bad."

"Oh yes it-"

Madam Pince cleared her throat and tapped her foot impatiently. "It's nearly 8 o'clock. You all better go up to your common rooms," she said, eying the two students. Hermione could see a minor look of surprise on her stern, pointed features. Everybody in the Hogwarts Castle, no, every wizard that knew either one of them, knew of their animosity. It made her go red in the face-she didn't want people to think her and Malfoy were any more than enemies.

"Yes Mrs. Pince," Hermione said and started to pack her things into her bag.

"'Yes Mrs. Pince'. Kiss ass. And anyways, yes, it is bad to live with Muggles, Granger. Wizards weren't born with powers to hide them and live amongst their inferiors.

When she didn't respond, went on. "Why do you even need to take this class?" he scoffed as she started to walk away. "You're a Mudblood, you know how these things work"

Hermione whipped around. "Ha! Looks like you couldn't keep up your record," Hermione said as she shook her head and ignored his question.

She basically ran back to the Gryffindor Tower in order to avoid any more Malfoy; she was well over her daily dose of him for the day. After spending five minutes arguing with the Fat Lady about why she had been out so late, she finally gained entrance to the common room.

The warm colors and the fire made her feel better immediately and she felt the ache of the day start to recede.

"Hey," she said as she plopped on the couch in front of Ron and Harry sprawled on the floor.

"Hey Hermione," Ron and Harry said in unison, not looking up from their heated game of Wizard's Chess. She wasn't an expert by any means at Wizard's Chess, but judging by Ron's frustrated look and absence of pieces on the board, it looked like Harry was winning.

Harry looked up for half a second while Ron was contemplating his next move. "Where were you?" he asked.

"Trying to do homework in the library, but Malfoy's bugging me again.I wouldn't have signed up for this Muggle Lifestyle class had I known there would be endless pestering."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"That git," said Ron half-heartedly. Most of his attention was towards the game. "Knight to E7."

"I know, and I didn't even get my Potion's Assignment done!"

"Hermione, that's not due for another two weeks," said Harry.

"I know!" Hermione huffed, as if that made perfect sense, but neither of the boys were listening because Harry triumphantly said, "King B12, check mate!"

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"Alright class, it's time for a new project!" Mrs. Burbarge, the same teacher who taught Muggle Studies, said happily. She seemed to be the only one thrilled about it, because almost everyone else groaned.

Hermione, however, was almost more excited than the teacher and sat up straighter in her seat.

Draco rolled his eyes and absently rapped his Muggle pen (quills were forbidden, they had to use everything Muggles used) on his desk.

"But we've only been in this class for a week!" the overly pompous Ernie Macmillian squeaked

"I think it's actually a good way to kick off this class, don't you think?" she asked with a frown on her face from the lack of participation.

No. Draco thought bitterl, but he held his tongue; he couldn't risk getting expelled or having a note sent to his parents.

He tuned out the teacher's voice and focused on his own problem. He didn't know a thing about Muggles, and wasn't exactly eager to learn about them. He had to find a way for Granger to do all of the work for him. And if he had to trick her, he would do it. There was no way he was about to do this work, but he didn't want to fail either. He had even tried to get his father to switch him out of the class, but even though he had donated more money than Ron Weasley had ever thought of, it was futile.

He instantly started to listen again when he heard the teacher say something about partners.

And then, something happened that nobody in a million years would have thought, and it left people with their jaws dropped and Hermione almost falling out of her chair.

Draco Malfoy raised his hand.

"We will be having partners and-" but she she stopped. Even their Professor Burbarge was shocked at his participation and it took her a few seconds to call on him.

"Uh, yes, Mr. Malfoy?" she asked.

"Can we pick our own partners?" he said nonchalantly and pretended not to notice everybody gaping at him even though their stares were annoying the Hell out of him.

Draco stared right at Hermione, and he knew from the look on her face that she knew what he was up to. And she knew that he knew that she knew what he was up to, because she glared at him and said with her eyes, 'Oh, Hell no,' and turned away. And he knew that she knew- well, you get the point.

Burbarge sighed after a moment. "I know I'm going to regret this, but you may choose your partners," she said. "Go ahead and go."

Draco ran over to Hermione so fast that he knocked down two desks, Ernie, and a poor third-year Hufflepuff girl in the progress.

"Hey, partner," he said, smirking.

"No," she said simply and turned towards Ernie Macmillian. "Hey Ernie," she said quickly, "would you like to be par-"

"Sorry, Macmillian, she's already taken," Draco said coldly and pulled Hermione towards her despite her resistance.

Ernie was so startled that all he could do was look at the two who were now fighting, Draco trying to pull her away and Hermionetrying (and failing) to back up with her feet.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." she said between grunts.

"C'mon! You know you want to be my partner, Granger!" he said desperately. "I need this!"

"No. Way!" she said said as she struggled. But she was no match, Malfoy was easily holding her in place.

"You know you'll just end up doing all of the work anyways, no matter who you end up with! So why not with me?"

"Weren't you listening to Professor Burbarge?" she asked, giving up and wrenching her wrists from his tight grasp.

"Actually, no."

"Well, this is worth a big portion of our grade, and I can't afford for you to mess this up! I know I'll end up doing all of the work, I always do. But I won't do it with someone that could potentially mess it all up."

"Hey, I'll just stand to the side and let you do all of the work," he offered, he was actually quite happy with that idea.

"I already said no!" she said and walked back to Ernie.

"Ernie would you-"

"No, Ernie will not! You're working with me!" he said and turned her around by the shoulders.

"I certainly am not working with you," she fired back, her voice growing steadily louder. They were starting to attract a small crowd.

"Yes, you will!" he said, oblivious to the people staring.

"NO! For Merlin's sake!" she yelled back.

"Yes."

"I'm with Ernie!"

"Uhh...Her-" Ernie started.

"YES."

"NO!"

"Hey guys, I-" Ernie started.

"Shut up!" Hermione and Draco yelled together.

"If you'll work with me, I swear I'll leave you alone for the rest of your life!" Draco pleaded, he had lost all of his pride and dignity the second he started begging Granger for homework answers, so he figured he had nothing to lose at this point. He would get on his knees if he had to, he could not get bad marks in this class. He would make sure that he got his way no matter what the costs.

"Yea, right. And why should I trust you?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"You can't," he said truthfully.

"So then-"

"HERMIONE!" Ernie yelled.

"What?" she shrieked.

"I already have a partner," he said quietly.

The room was dead silent. Twenty pairs of eyes including the Professors were staring in her direction.

Hermione then exhaled noisily then turned to Draco. She could feel how red her cheeks were getting. He could just read her answer in her exasperated face.

"Hey, partner," he repeated, grinning.

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Hermione didn't realize she fell asleep until she woke up in the library. There was a gigantic book (her 'light reading') sprawled across her face and she was sitting in her favorite nook. Well it was her favorite nook, but she was considering relocating because that's where Malfoy always went when he needed to get answers from her.

She wasn't one to fall asleep while working, but arguing with Harry and Ron was very draining.

"Malfoy? The enemy? How could you work with him, Hermione?" Harry had asked as he paced back and forth in the common room.

"You guys, I-"

"Harry's right. He could be dangerous," Ron interjected as he nodded.

"He's not going to-"

"He might. I mean, you never know with Malfoy. His father's a Death Eater." Harry added. She suddenly felt an awful like Ernie Macmillian and felt a little bad for cutting him off so many times.

"Look, it's not that big of a deal-" Hermione groaned.

"-Oh yes it is, Hermione-" Harry interjected.

"No it's not. It's a project, and I'll be doing most of the work anyways."

"But-"

"No."

"But I-" Rom tried.

"Don't even say it, Ronald."

"What if he...like wants to do something worse to you?" Ron asked.

"Oh, shut up. I'm a big girl, I can handle things just fine myself."

Hermione blinked and rubbed her eyes. It had taken a great deal of time for them to finally be alright with the fact that she was working with their enemy.

She was interrupted from her thoughts because she noticed it was dark. The moon shone beautifully and peacefully through the window and onto the rippling lake. But she felt anything but peaceful, because she was out after hours. She didn't want to be caught out after hours especially since she was a prefect.

As she was hurriedly stuffing her bag with books, she heard an all-too-casual voice from behind her that nearly made her jump out of skin.

"My, my, you're up late, Granger," Draco drawled as he looked at his wristwatch.

Hermione shrieked so loudly Draco had to run and cover his hand over her mouth.

"Shut up, shut up! Filch will hear you!" he hissed.

Hermione glared and bit down on his hand.

"Ow! You filthy little Mudblood," he shrieked as he shot his hand back and whimpered like a child.

She rolled her eyes. "Really, Malfoy? You can get much more creative than that. That 'Mudblood' line is getting a little old. What happened to not saying it for a whole week?"

"Shut up, Granger," he said, but he was a bit offended. Of course he could come up with good insults! "And you're about as pretty as a Blast-Ended Skrewt," he said, pleased with his insult.

Hermione was not impressed.

"Is that all you've got? Honestly, Malfoy, where did you learn your comebacks from?" she scoffed.

"I...Uh..."

"And I think the real question is why are you here watching me sleep?" She asked, looking up from her backpack that she finished packing. She slung it over her shoulder.

"First of all, I was not watching you sleep. I don't fancy seeing a Mudblood sleep. I was walking the halls when I heard extremely loud snoring, so I went to investigate."

"I do not snore!" Hermione said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Do too," Draco said.

Hermione her eyes. "How old are you? Five?"

"Young enough to have fun," he said.

"Hey!" she yelled. "I have plenty of fun!"

"Really? Because most people don't find studying late into the night or finishing homework a month before it's due fun."

"That's ridiculous! I have more fun than that!" she said, biting her lip.

Now it was time for Draco to roll his eyes.

"Really, and what do you do for fun? That doesn't include school," he said, confidently. He knew she wouldn't have a good response.

"Simple," she said, shrugging. "I read."

This time he laughed out loud. "Read?" he asked incredulously. "Honestly, Granger, you need to get around more. There is much more than books and school, you know."

"Thanks for the words of wisdom, Malfoy," Hermione said sarcastically and started to walk away.

He trotted behind her. "Now, think about it. What fun do you have besides your weird ways of fun?"

She ignored the insult and said after a moment of thinking, "I like to talk to Ron and Harry."

"Really?" he asked, "That's all? And what do you talk about? School? Your overwhelming urge to snog the brains out of that weasel?"

"Hey! This is getting way too into my personal life, Malfoy. Why don't you just go away?" she asked, glaring at the blond wizard that was really getting on her nerves.

He smirked at her obvious annoyance. He raised a pale eyebrow. "Really? Do you even have a personal life?"

"Of course I do! I-"

"Wait! I've got it!" he said as if he was the smartest man in the world.

Hermione groaned in frustration. How could she get away from him?

"Since we both know there's no way in Merlin's beard that I'm going to stop asking you for answers to everything, I know your end of the bargain for doing all of my work."

Hermione stopped. "I'm not going to do all of your work."

"Get ready for the wildest time of your life, Granger," he continued, "because I'm going to teach you how to have fun. Since you obviously have no idea how."

"I do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Ugh!"

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"You guys?" Hermione asked tentatively as she twirled a brown curl around her fingers at the dinner table. Her plate of food stood stared back at her, untouched.

"Hmm?" Harry asked absently as he continued to sketch a broomstick on a piece of parchment.

"What 'ermine?" Ron asked as he continued to stuff his face with spaghetti. Hermione gave him a disgusted look before continuing.

"Do you guys think...I don't know how to have fun?" she asked, biting her lip.

Harry and Ron seemed to become extremely more interested in what they were doing.

"You guys?"

"'Orry 'emrine mouf full. Can't talk," Ron said as he took half of the spaghetti off his plate and in his mouth.

"Never stopped you before," she mumbled. "Harry?"

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Do I not know how to have fun?" she pushed, her voice growing more nervous.

He gasped. "Hermione! Did you get a haircut? It looks great!"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, Harry! Can I have fun or not?"

"Seriously, it looks so much nicer that length," he said without looking up from his paper.

"You guys, you can say that I don't know how to have fun," Hermione said as she threw her arms up in the air.

"Okay, you don't know how to have fun," Ron said as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

Hermione glared at the two.

Harry raised his hands in defense. "He said it, not me."

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"At least pretend like you're doing work!" Hermione snapped as she tinkered with a microwave; they had to fix an appliance for part of their project. Draco had hurriedly ran up to the front of the room and grabbed the smallest appliance available to fix, but it seemed it be one of the most complicated. Though she didn't like to admit it, it was actually pretty difficult even though it was she had used it countless times before.

"Oh, shut up. You have been much more moody than usual lately," Draco said as he rocked back and forth in a chair, getting dangerously close to falling.

"You know, you're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that," Hermione said in her usual know-it-all tone.

"'You know, you're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that,'" Draco mocked in a falsely high voice.

Hermione scowled. "Honestly, quit acting like a first year," she said.

"'Honestly quit acting like a first year,'" he mocked.

As he was laughing, she glared and pushed his chair back and he fell with a loud 'thump' to the floor. Professor Burbarge glared at them from their desk.

He got up and dramatically gripped his elbow in pain. "You. Are. So. Going. To. Pay. For. That. Mudblood," he said between his teeth.

"So we're back to the uncreative 'Mudblood' term are we? When are you going to realize I don't care that you call me that anymore?" she asked.

He growled. "Well, you're still going to pay," he said.

"Really, how so?" she asked in amusement.

"Tonight, in our lesson of course," he said.

"What are you going on about now, Malfoy?" she asked, never looking up from her screw driver and microwave that she was slowly getting frustrated at.

"Our lesson tonight. When I teach you how to have fun," he stated.

"You weren't serious about that," she said.

"Oh, yes I was."

"Well, how exactly am I going to 'pay' if I'm supposed to be having fun?"

"Oh, you'll see. Meet me outside by the fountain tonight at twelve," he said in all seriousness.

"You are utterly ridiculous, Malfoy," she said as she turned a tiny screw, which resulted in the whole microwave collapsing into parts.

Over Malfoy's howling laughter, Hermione shrieked, "How is that even possible?"

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"Ah, Granger. I knew you'd show up," Malfoy said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

She glared at him. "Whatever, what are we doing?"

She knew it was against her best judgement to go, but it really had bothered her that her friends thought she didn't know how to have fun. She had asked her roommates, too, and they had all just shut their four-poster curtains instead of answering.

"Oh, you'll see," he said as he walked at a quick pace towards the direction of the lake. Hermione didn't move.

He looked back at Hermione and sighed "Are you coming or not, Granger?" he asked impatiently.

Tentatively, she walked towards him.

"For the 'Brightest Witch of Her Generation' you're pretty daft," he said as they neared the edge of the lake and started to walk around the perimeter.

It was actually quite nice outside, it was warm and there was a slight breeze that blew Hermione's hair across her face. She felt a little uneasy being out in the open, but she could easily say that they were on prefect duty if they got caught. The weather was too glorious for her to be too worried about anything.

"Now, you and I both know that I would rather be anywhere but here, and that spending my days with a Mudblood-"

"Ha!" Hermione said pointing at him. "You said it!"

He ignored her. "-would be more than frowned upon by my family. So, these meetings will always be in secret, and this is not going to change a thing between this. But you know, I don't want to go to Hell so I have to be nice at least once a year."

Hermione grunted. "You call this nice?"

Again, he ignored her. "So, having fun tip number one, always use..." he started, but he didn't finish his sentence, because in one fluid motion he picked Hermione up and easily threw her in the lake, clothes and all.

She shrieked when she hit the cold water, and Draco tore off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He jumped in after her with a splash.

"MERLIN, MALFOY" Hermione yelled as she returned to the surface and pawed at the wate. "HOW DARE YOU THROW ME IN!" she said as she gasped for breath.

"I know, touching a filthy Mudblood, what was I thinking? Lesson one, always use the element of surprise."

"OH, YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT!" she said as she tried to swim towards him, but he easily glided ahead of her.

"I certainly don't find this fun, Malfoy!" she said, but she was running out of breath and couldn't keep up.

He was howling with laughter."Well I do," he said and splashed her face. She splashed him back.

Before long, there was an all out splashing war between the two. Water was flying everywhere and they were making such a ruckus that any fish within a 10 foot radius swam away, frightened.

"I hate you, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled.

He laughed, "Oh, likewise Granger."

But they were so distracted and immersed in water that they didn't notice the Head Boy walking over.

"Who's out there?" he yelled towards the lake. Hermione felt the color drain from her face.