Title: June fifth.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger.
Word count: 300 words.
Summary: It's June fifth, Draco Malfoy's birthday. He gets a late birthday present from an unlikely person.
"If that isn't the Gryffindor Princess. Wandering the corridors all by yourself after curfew? Never thought you'd be that stupid, Granger," Draco mocked. "Whatever shall I do with you…"
"Oh, sod off, Malfoy," Hermione retorted irritated. "It's not like you can beat me in a duel."
"Want to bet, Granger?" Draco smirked. "I bet I can take you down in five minutes."
"Arrogant much?"
"Only for you, my princess," Draco mocked. "Well, do we have a bet or not?"
"Whatever, Malfoy."
"So, if I win…" Draco thought for a second, but then he came up with the best idea ever – if he said so himself. "You must be my slave for a week."
"And what if I win?"
"Like that'll ever happen." Draco snorted. Hermione glared at him. "Oh, all right. If you win…"
"You won't do anyone harm for a week. No calling names, no hexing, nothing hurtful. At all." Hermione looked at him triumphantly.
"Sure, Granger. Whatever." Draco smirked when he whipped out his wand and sent a stunning curse Granger's way. The girl looked stunned for a second, but then grabbed her wand as well and blocked his curse.
Hexes flew around for a couple of minutes, until Hermione disarmed Draco. The Slytherin looked at his wand astonished, as if he couldn't quite believe he just got disarmed by the girl standing in front of him.
"I guess I won," Hermione said smirking. Draco opened his mouth to say something spiteful. "Petrificus Totalus!" The pale blue jet of light hit Draco in the chest and he fell to the ground.
Hermione kneeled next to Draco's still body on the ground and smiled down at him. "Happy birthday, Draco," she said and she kissed his cheek, before walking away, leaving the boy wondering what the hell just happened.