I don't own Harry Potter that is J. K. Rowling's

But I do however own this smexy storyline ^_^

I wana give a special thank you to someone who added my story to their favs

Hermione knew that her Seventh Year at Hogwarts was going to be a rough one. She just really didn't know how rough . . .

"Oh my God!" the squealing ginger probably could probably be heard throughout the whole train, "Mione what happened to you?" and as much as she loved the girl. Even her patience was being tested by the nonstop screeching in her ear. There was going to be Hell to pay.

But then like a Godsend Harry saved her.

Albeit in a somewhat inappropriate manner. Pilling her away by the Waist and into his lap and then started kissing her cheek while murmuring sweet nothings. It was actually quite a cute display until another redhead turned and tried wrapping an arm around her waist. She instantly cringed away although unsure as to why and crept towards the end of the seat. When Ron attempted to pursue her in the quest for this thing she now dubbed "The Bubble" a.k.a. personal space.

However Merlin was on her side! Because the trolley came by at the exact same moment using it as an excuse Hermione quickly sat up and made a beeline; the Weasley hot on her heels. After buying some sugar sticks and snickering at how much candy Ron was able to stuff in his pockets. She prepared to depart and avoid him. And just when you think it gets better.

The 6 ft tall wizard cornered her to the wall effectively caging her in.

"Why didn't you Owl me back?"

"Because I was too busy Ronald, I was going through some tough times." Realizing his intentions swiftly turned her head to the side. The action caused his intended kiss to land on her cheek. What the teen didn't expect however was his breath hot on her ear.

"Not even your 'special' friends, hmmmm?" Okay now if he was trying to be sexy he was failing. Miserably. Because then he started sloppily kissing her neck. When his hands began to fumble around her hips in a half hearted (or just stupid) attempt to get closer she put her hands to his chest to push him back but only succeeding in stop his actions.

"Mione?" looking up she glared evenly at his face. The Weasley mumbled sheepishly when he saw her anger. "I love you, Hermione." And then he crashed his lips to hers. That's when her nose started to twitch.

What in Merlin's name was that smell?

Pushing her head up out of instinct to catch more of the scent, her teeth clanged against the boy's.

It seemed like the equivalent of really bad foreplay.

Oh dear, did he. . .? Did he just groan?

Okay really bad porn apparently. A tongue darted in slowly grazing against hers; our Brunette was overcome with a sensation. One that as hard as she tried just couldn't quite place. Shock snapped her back to reality when hands started undoing the buttons to her robes. But that quickly faded as she found a word for that mystery feeling; revolt followed by anger, with a clear slash of disgust. Trying to remove him with her hands once more he moaned. He bloody moaned! Are you kidding me? Her only thought as she shoved Ron away with strength he didn't know she held.

Wiping her mouth clean with her sleeve she resisted the childish urge to spit on Ron. No, instead she voiced her emotions.

"Do you peg me for a fool, Ronald? I mean seriously come off it would you. I haven't even mentioned anything remotely close to being your girlfriend and yet here you are already trying to get into my pants. Do I look like some sort of slag to you? Like a Gryffindor Pansy?

When I kissed you back then it was a spur of the moment nothing more nothing less, how come you can't simply accept that? Or maybe it's perhaps your entirely to daft to understand what I'm saying?"

The red-heads eyes grew wide in surprise and before narrowing in anger. Taking a stride forward he was once again invaded "The Bubble"

"Your lying, I know you are I'm certainly not when I say I love you and I want you Mione." Giving her pleading eyes he pressed his growing erection against her thigh. The control she held over the beast started to loosen as the disgust came back full throttle.

How dare he touch what is not his! He was being slightly dominant yes, but not enough for her to give in. And certainly not enough for her to recognize him as her leader. She can tell were the smell is coming from now.

Nails began sharpening into claws, canines began to lengthen. The young man was shoved against the wall, Hermione snatched the wand from her pocket and in a deathly calm voice,

"Ronald Weasley, try that again and you WILL be hexed where you stand. Am I clear?" Not even waiting for a reply she marched to the door leading to their cart.

Only to come face to face with one Draco Malfoy.

This day just keeps getting better and better.

How do you like it?