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"For the love of Merlin, Granger we've shagged on almost every surface in this room! I've fucked you good and proper against the walls in a variety of ways as well as on the chair, desk, bed and even the bloody floor. Hell I've picked you up and fucked you standing in the middle of the room! What the bloody hell do you mean it's always the same?" shouted Draco.
"That's not-" but before Hermione could continue Draco cut her off again.
"What do you want, a shag 100ft in the air?"
Hermione's face grew pale at the mere suggestion and she quickly tried to mask her reaction; but not before Draco saw the slight panic in her eyes. Always one to seize the opportunity he continued.
"That does sound like a marvellous idea. What do you say Granger, up for a ride?" asked Draco as he winked at her in a suggestive manner.
"That's never going to happen Malfoy!"
So it was back to Malfoy now was it, he thought.
"What's the matter, a broom too much wood for you to handle between your legs?"
"Ugh that's disgusting not to mention sexual harassment." Hermione wanted nothing more than to slap that cocky grin off his face. "I've had enough of this ridiculous conversation, when you've matured you know where to find me." With that, Hermione turned to leave.
"I'll owl you when you grow a pair Granger."
Hermione paused and looked over her shoulder wearing a smirk that could rival his own.
"My goodness Malfoy I had no idea you liked your women so...well equipped."
As soon as the words left her lips a look of complete horror crossed Draco's face and, Hermione thought, he may have even changed a couple pallors. "See you around Draco." She then quickly exited through the door. Draco stared at her retreating form hearing something that sounded eerily like muffled laughter.
That bloody minx, thought Draco. Leave it up to her to twist his words like that. No one makes a fool of Draco Malfoy and gets away with it. She'd pay for that comment later.
Draco simply shook his head in disbelief and admiration for the Head Girl. She'd wish she'd taken up his offer of a flying shag when he was through with her. With a look of pure deviance, he began plotting his revenge.
A/N: This was my first ever completed attempt at a Dramione fanfic. It's just a drabble; although I was wondering if I should try to make it into a full story. The idea just struck and I simply had to write it out! (At 3 a.m. I might add) I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks for reading and please review, it would mean a lot ^.^ Also constructive criticism is welcomed, flames...not so much D:
