It was September 2nd, 1998, and the first class the 8th years had was defense against the dark arts. The private office of the teacher was up the curved staircase at the front of the room, and on the hour the door opened and Bill Weasley walked down the stairs. He looked imposing, almost majestic. His long hair held on a ponytail, a dragon tooth earring and matching neckless and even the scars on his face seem to compliment his sexy tough guy looks. Blaise Zabini swallowed hard, then whispered in Harry's ear
"wanna know my type? That's it. My skin tone will look gorgeous next to that hot ginger right there".
Harry had to cover his mouth to withhold the chuckles. When he was able to talk again he whispered back
"too bad he is married, and to a girl that is part Veela. That ship has sailed".
Blaise grunted and huffed with disappointment.
"Maybe he has a brother," he said without thinking.
Harry withheld a chuckle again.
"Actually he has four brothers remember? but none of them is at Hogwarts right now, sorry man".
Blaise pouted.
The day went by uneventful, and that felt nice for everyone. The 8th years found themselves moving from class to class in a close pack, sharing in each other's jokes and just being friendly regardless of the past or their house affiliations.
After dinner they all went back to the common room, for some more relaxation time, except of course for Granger, who was as compulsive as ever about studying, so even though there was no homework due yet, she was going to organize her and Harry's study schedule. Harry was grateful when she offered to do it for him instead of dragging him along, but the truth was, she had not enough work for the both of them yet. So she went and sat alone in the study room, books, parchments and quills all over the table.
Draco Malfoy noticed when she told Harry what she was up to and after she went into the study room alone he went back to his room to retrieve his school bag. When Theo and Blaise looked at him curiously he shrugged
"we need study schedules if we are to do good this year".
Theo felt a ping of guilt and rose to follow him but Draco stopped him with a hand move
"I got you," he said. Theo was about to retort when Blaise pulled him back to the couch
"let the man go alone in there".
Theo's face looked confused for a second and then opened his eyes and said
"Ooohh. Got it".
Draco smirked and went into the study room, closing the door behind.
Hermione lifted her head and gave him a small smile before going back to her work. He walked behind her and looked over her shoulder long enough to make her uncomfortable.
"Can I help you Malfoy?"
He replied "shhh… I'm spying".
She turned to look at him like she was questioning his sanity.
He smirked
"I plan to best you this year for old time's sake. So I need to learn your tricks to beat you on your own game".
She snared dismissively
"in your dreams Malfoy".
He bent too close for comfort and said in her ear
"I can throw you off your game".
She stood up and turned to face him haughtily
"and how do you think you can do that?".
He took her face with both hands and before she could move he kissed her right in the mouth. He was soft at first, waiting for her to respond.
She was stunned for a few seconds, then closed her eyes and allowed him to take charge. He was surprisingly gentle, yet very sensual. Hermione's brain shut down completely and she was overwhelmed by the sensation. Her arms went on their own accord to wrap around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, lifting her to sit on the table. She instinctively spread her knees and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him flush against her. By now the kiss was intense, hungry, and they were wildly grinding against each other.
The door swung open while a choir outside yelled
"don't go in there!"
Padma Patil stood at the threshold, frozen, gaping.
The disheveled couple stared back for a second before Draco said:
"Patil, take a step back".
She obeyed and he flicked his wand to close and lock the door.
Padma stared at the door for a second, then turned around to Theo and Blaise and pointed to the study room "was that really...".
The two boys nodded
"white blonde and wild curls. No confusion there".
Padma blinked and asked
"how?".
They shrugged.
"We're waiting for the report, but I'll say it was good old Malfoy charm".
Inside the room, Hermione and Draco chuckled and took a break. He softly rested his forehead on hers, eyes closed, breathing her sweet perfume.
"So what do you say I throw you off your game and you throw me off mine".
She laughed softly, looking into his grey eyes.
"How about instead we team up and study together, increase both of our odds".
He smiled at that
"become a power couple. I like that."
She gave him a smirk
"of course that kind of deal suits your fancy, Lord Malfoy".
He smiled and trailed kisses down her neck
"keep this up and you may have to become Lady Malfoy".
She snorted dismissively. He shrugged and went back to kiss her deeply. This was going to be a spectacular year.