A/N: Oh my goodness you guys, I'm so sorry I've left it so long! I've been distracted by other projects, university work, and life! This story also doesn't seem terribly popular, and so I've been put-off adding more, but sod it, it's my story, I liked the concept, and I hate not finishing things so here we are, chapter four! Please review, it helps me work out how to develop my stories further.

Vivienne.

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Draco was polishing the floor of the Gryffindor Hallway, such was the frequency of his pacing. Why can't the girl take a fucking hint? He growled to himself, gritting his teeth in frustration. It's not like I haven't given her enough signs over the term… Seeing two first years emerge from behind The Fat Lady brought one word to his mind: opportunity.

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''Granger!'' he bellowed, appearing at the doorway to the Common Room. Several younger house members turned their heads to acknowledge the intruder- sorry, the visitor, faces hardening upon registering Draco's presence. ''What do you want, Ferret?'' Neville called across the room, standing up to address the Slytherin. The room fell silent as more students felt the electrical charge between the two boys, watching them, anticipating a duel. Some even took cover behind sofas in preparation. Even after the War, you don't fuck with Draco Malfoy.

''Ferret?'' Draco scoffed, folding his arms and smirking coolly at the late bloomer. ''I'm going to look over that, Longbottom. I'm here to see Granger. I'm… tutoring her, you could say. And she's only gone and forgotten we'd arranged a study meeting tonight. So, if you'd like to go and get her for me, or do I have to get her myself?'' He began tapping his wand against his forearm, veins threatening to ripple under the toned muscles. ''Well?''

Neville rolled his eyes, and took a step toward the girls' dormitory stairs, but was quickly overtaken by a peroxide blonde sixth year, zealous to help and keep Draco pleased. ''I'll go get her!'' Cookie declared, bounding up the stairs, her impossibly long legs made even longer in her non-regulation shorts. She appeared after a few minutes, grinning and humming along to one of her latest discoveries, a Wizarding drum and bass set she had playing through her enchanted headphone set. ''See you later, 'Mione!'' The girl called out, rushing past Draco and humming about her planned efforts in the Magical Creatures department. Gryffindor Common Room stood in silence for another few seconds, but this was quickly broken by Hermione. She appeared to be tired- no, more than that. She'd been crying. He could see through the repaired charm, barely-there patches shimmering under her eyes.

''Malfoy, what is it? I'm tired, I'm not in the mood for you or for any of your shit. Say what it is you need to say and fuck off out of my tower.'' She growled, tapping her fingers on her arms, chewing her lip in controlled frustration. The blonde shook with frustration in front of her, refusing to stand down. Other members of the lion house began to move from sofas and chairs, a trio of first-years sat in front of the hearth shuffling along the floor to a safer spot. It was rumoured that when Hermione Granger was truly miffed, when she, of all people, uttered expletives, her hair would grow with static magical energy, would levitate two inches off the floor, and her eyes turned a vivid blue colour.

''That's how she defeated some Death Eaters, apparently…! Stared 'em right down…''

Draco 'tsk'ed to the chatters of the juniors to his left, taking a step forward towards the Gryffindor Princess, eliciting yet more hushed commentary.

''We had an arrangement'' he managed through gritted teeth, still tapping his wand rhythmically. ''Well?''

''Well what? I'm not going with you. I can study on my own, Ferret. Fuck. Off.''

Malfoy growled gently under his breath and slipped his hands into his jeans' back pockets. You don't have to play nice, Draco.

But, playing to his charming strengths, he lowered his arms, catching Granger off-guard, and strode up to her, leaning against a wall beside her.

'' 'Mione, you're coming with me. Wouldn't want the Professors to be disappointed in their Golden Girl, now, would we?'' He curled his lips into a smirk, and leant forward quickly, lips brushing against her ear. ''I bet you'd be creaming yourself if you managed to score higher than me, too, wouldn't you, you swot? Be a good girl…'' he whispered, smiling inwardly. He'd seen that slight tremble at the phrase.

Granger, the submissive… Who'd have thought…I can have fun with this, girly.

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Hermione gripped at her skirt in response to the skin-on-skin contact with the Slytherin Prince, instantly growing aroused.

Oh fuck… I'd wanted this- him- for so fucking long and now he wants to try to get me horny in my goddamn common room... What a snake! B-but I can't show him that he's under my skin.

''I-I always average better than you, Malfoy. But, I'll concede… Maybe I do need the tuition. If only'', she emphasised, turning to face him properly, ''to keep the Professors off my back, and to ensure I gain top grades this summer.''

''So…. Best find somewhere to get down to it, then?''

She grimaced. ''Can't you say it some other way? Like I'm not shagging you… Because I'm really not.''

Liar.

''Alright then… Let's do it… Let's study, 'Mione''.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw the Weasel glowering in a large, gaudy scarlet and red armchair, looking over the top of a Quidditch sporting column. Fuck me, they've all got faces like thunder, don't they?

His mischievous side playing up once more, he smiled at Granger, grabbing the hand she was fiddling her skirt with, and held it, running his thumb over hers, starting to lead her out toward the door. ''May as well start now, then, eh?'' He turned back to smile at her, his long fringe hanging into his hair, a look which he knew would have Granger- Hermione, he reminded himself mentally- crushing on him before Bonfire Night.

She was once more caught unawares, not knowing how flushed her cheeks were, and nodded like a simpleton, trying clearly to think out the situation and coming up with no alternatives but to study with the smartest boy in their year. ''Yeah…''

Granger took a few steps but stopped at the sight of Ron, and dropped her hand from Draco's, realising how it appeared. ''L-let me just go grab some things, and I'll be right down. Wait at the door for me?''

''Sure thing, kitten.''

Her nipples hardened, and, climbing the stairs to the girls' dormitory with dignity, then proceeded to change into a very baggy hoodie, jeans, and picked up study supplies.

He won't get to me, he won't get to me, he won't get to me… And neither will Ron. He ended it, so he can't get upset. Malfoy is just a study partner… J-just helping me get back on my feet, she assured herself, yet still stopped by the mirror to ensure her bosom looked okay under its swathes of jersey and fluffed her hair up.

This is a dangerous game, Hermione Jean Granger. Don't get caught up in anything.

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''So, where are we studying tonight?''