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A/N: Some lemony lime action in this one. Enjoy!

Theo and Pansy Parkinson leaned against one of the window frames in the corridor, watching the people who passed them. The plan had originally been for them to do the task on their own, but Draco had insisted to be there once the target was determined. He definitely has a thing for her, Theo mused. They didn't really need Pansy there since the corridor would be crowded, but she had overheard them discussing the plan and demanded to be there. Rolling his eyes, Draco had agreed, just to shut her up. Her shrill voice got on his nerves.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class nearby let out, and they saw the blond rush out ahead of everyone else. He spied them and joined them, eyes glued to the door. They could hear their target.

"Honestly, Ronald, you don't have to wait for me." Annoyance was easy to hear in her voice.

"But, Mione, you ask the questions no one else thinks of. You just don't have to ask them after class!" They had just stepped out of the classroom and irritation wafted from the witch. Draco smirked. Showtime.

With a grand flourish, he waved his wand and called, "Accio Granger's knickers!" Everyone in the hall started laughing, the red head included. Hermione turned to him and smirked. Nothing zoomed towards him. As everyone started to realize nothing was flying through the air, laughs were cut short and whispers filled the hall.

Ron, who had been about to stampede the snakes in defense of Hermione, looked at her, turning red as he thought about it. "Her-hermione, are you not wearing…" He trailed off, turning bright red.

Ignoring him, Hermione's eyes met Draco's and she winked. That minx. "Nice try, Malfoy, but you'll have to do better than that. Accio Pansy's knickers!" Her wand was suddenly out and flicking towards them. Pansy screeched as a pair of lacy polka-dotted knickers flew through the air towards Hermione. She halted their movement and suspended them in air, eyeing them.

"Really, Pansy, we need to work on your taste in knickers," she commented, wrinkling her nose. She transfigured the scrap of fabric into a pair of large underwear, fit for a grandmother, and then charmed them back on the stunned Slytherin witch. Hermione winked. "That's much better."

Draco hadn't moved, eyeing the witch with a mixture of admiration and something else he didn't want to admit. He felt his pants tighten. Pansy was screeching slurs at the petite witch, who yawned and silenced her.

"Really, Pansy, if you can't take a prank, why try to be part of one? It's not like you're not used to your underwear being taken off by someone else." Her eyes twinkled as she nodded to them and strode away, with the redhead still stammering about the nonexistence of her underwear. Draco suddenly felt the need for a cold shower as he thought about…nothing. The nothing that was under Granger's skirt.

"Well, Draco, looks like we need a new target. Imagine Granger not wearing knickers! We always knew it was the quiet ones!"

The blond growled at the thought of someone else fantasizing about the witch. His witch. Wait, what? He shook his head. "Pans, shut up. This is why we didn't want you with us."

"But, Drake," he cringed at the hated nickname, "we're supposed to be together!" Her whining made him grind his teeth.

"Pans, you know you're contracted to someone else. Go bother them." She huffed and stomped off, her heels clicking on the stone.

Both boys sighed in relief and grinned to each other. "McGonagall?" Theo asked.

"McGonagall." The blond affirmed. They scampered off to the great hall for dinner.

"Ronald, will you leave the state of my knickers alone?!" She knew she would be regretting her choice, but she didn't think Ron Weasley would be why.

"But…Mione, you're not wearing any! Do you know what people will think about you? Look what they're already saying!" He gestured.

Cormac McLaggen walked past and winked at Hermione. "Nice knickers, Granger!" He called out.

Harry popped out of a nearby passageway and joined the two. "What's this I hear about Hermione's knickers?"

Ron snorted. "You mean their absence?"

Hermione hit his arm with her book and turned to Harry. "Draco tried to use me to complete one of his tasks, but wasn't able to."

Harry chuckled as they entered the great hall. "Way to go, Hermione." They sat and started to eat.

About halfway through their meal, they were treated to some dinner entertainment. Above the normal conversations was heard a bellow, "ACCIO MCGONAGALL'S KNICKERS!"

Laughter erupted as a tearing sound was heard, followed by a pair of green tartan knickers flying through the air. A thundering professor followed her knickers, trying to pinpoint the pranksters. It appeared they had been prepared for this, however, as each time the knickers got close to a group of students, a different voice would summon the knickers, changing their direction.

Finally, the fuming Scottish witch angrily slashed her wand. "Immobulus," she spat. They froze in midair and she grabbed them, stuffing them in her pocket. She looked around, her eyes narrowing when they turned to the smirking Slytherins. She had heard what had happened in the halls earlier, and, even though she couldn't prove it, she knew they did it this time too.

Shifting into her animagus form, the tabby cat padded over to the table and leaped up. She strode right in front of the blond, stared him in the eye, and squatted over his plate, never once breaking eye contact.

He cried out in disgust, but was wise enough not to say anything when the cat purred at him. She blinked and padded away, hopping up on the professor's table. She settled down to finish eating, tail flicking.

Draco stood up and strode away, determined to bathe and get the smell of feces out of his nose. He was surprised by Hermione in the corridor.

"Two in one day? Mighty brave of you to go after Professor McGonagall. Sure you weren't sorted in the wrong house?" She teased.

He raised an eyebrow. "Not wearing knickers to stop me from finishing a task? How Slytherin of you."

She smiled shyly at him. "I never actually admitted to not wearing any. I could have charmed them not to be removed by magic." She looked at him through her eyelashes as he gaped at her. She started walking away, but looked over her shoulder.

"Oh, and Draco? I didn't charm anything."

He gulped and couldn't remove his eyes from her behind that, oh Merlin, she just admitted had no knickers covering it. He whirled around. Damn, Granger. He thudded to a stop, realizing the track his thoughts had gone down. Damn it, Granger, not again. He rushed to the prefects' bathroom and stripped down quickly, hoping a cold shower would work

He jumped in, shivering. It was working, but his thought just kept turning back to Granger, bare under her skirt, and he sprang back up, fully erect. He groaned in frustration and started stoking his cock, alternating between gentle and rough stokes. He rubbed his thumb around the head and jerked slightly. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the wall. He could just imagine the witch, his witch, on her knees before her, her tongue flat and lapping against the head. Her hand gently cupping his sack as she sucked him in her mouth, flicking her tongue against him. His hand quickened and he trembled as he came in a rush, his white seed spurting out in the shower. He breathed heavily as he watched the water wash it away. I have to have her. He realized.