"Malfoy…." Hermione hissed under her breath.
"Oh baby I missed you!" Pansy jumped onto him, nearly knocking him off his feet.
"I missed you too baby." He gasped for air, but she finally loosened her grip on his neck.
"Are you okay? You were right next to that explosion!" She checked him over for bruises. Rolling his eyes, he set her down on the ground.
"I'm fine Pansy."
"Mmm, can I take care of you tonight?" Biting her lips, she looked up at him with her huge blue eyes.
"Oh well…" Draco smirked, and leaned down to kiss her. Hermione coughed loudly, and Draco remembered the bet. He pretended to sneeze, and tried to look as pathetic as possible, "You better not love, I think I might have caught a cold. I'm just going to go to bed." Pansy looked completely thrown off and then put her hands on her hips.
"Don't lie Draco Malfoy, what's going on?"
"Nothing I don't feel well!" He made his voce scratchy, and rubbed his side.
"Don't pull that, you fucked me when you had the flu!" She hissed.
"Pansy please…." He took her hands, and kissed her forehead, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Fine, feel better." She spun around and stomped out of the portrait hole. Draco then did the same except he turned to glare at Granger.
"What? A bet is a bet?" She laughed in a coy manner, and then grabbed a book off the shelf.
"Oh Granger, just you wait. I'll get you all hot and bothered when you least expect it, and then drop you cold. See how much you like it." He laughed coldly, and walked back up to his dorm.
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The next day Hermione found herself rolling out of bed, and realizing she had woken up twenty minutes late. She jumped out of bed, pulled on a skirt, white button up blouse, Gryffindor tie, and some lipstick. She put her hair up in a very unkempt bun, and searched her drawers for eye shadow. All she could find was her jade colored eye gloss, and massacre. It would have to do. When she was done she grabbed all of her books, and ran downstairs. Draco sat on the couch reading quietly. Hermione threw her bag down, and glared at him. Looking up, he laughed.
"What's the matter with you?"
"You couldn't have told me I was late! It was too much to bang on the door?" Grabbing a piece of parchment out of her bag, she scribbled the date and wrote a few notes for Potions.
"Calm down Granger, we don't have classes until ten today, but we have to attend a meeting with Dumbledore and the rest of the prefects at nine thirty." Draco didn't go into anymore detail, thought Hermione knew it had to do with the explosion. It was obvious it had to do with Voldemort, so she didn't bother to bring it up with Draco again. She didn't bother to go fix her make up or hair, but decided to read.
About ten minutes went by; when Hermione became aware of the fact that Draco was leaning out the window to her right. She could feel the cold air filling the room, and making her shiver.
"Malfoy, what are you doing?"
"Looking for Pansy…." His tone was very matter of fact.
"What?" Hermione slammed her book closed, and stared at him. He acted as if looking for Pansy outside a sixth floor window was normal. Hermione had never even seen Pansy touch a broom, she seemed too dainty for that. Draco then sighed, and waved his hand out the window, as if to beckon something closer. Suddenly a green and black bolt came soaring towards the window and stopped abruptly. It was Pansy, and she seemed very comfortable riding a broom. She jumped in through the window, and threw her broom on the ground. She was angry.
"I was supposed to sleep in today what do you want?" This all came out as a scream, and Hermione was tempted to cover her ears.
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about last night, and I was going to ask you if you would like to go out tonight on one of our walks?" He wasn't facing Hermione but just from his tone, she could tell he was smirking.
Surprisingly Pansy wasn't buying it, and she turned up her nose and smirked back.
"Sorry Draco, darling, but I happen to have a date tonight. You know that boy, Blaise?"
"That boy Blaise!" Draco blew up, "That boy Blaise that we've both known since we were two! Are you fucking kidding me?" Pansy laughed, and leaned on the window sill.
"Yes well, tonight we're going to the astronomy tower, so our walk will have to be postponed." She got on her broom and hovered outside. Draco leaned his head out the window so that their faces were inches from each other.
"Postponed for when?" He raised an eyebrow and sneered.
"For when hell freezes over!" She laughed, shoved him inside with her foot, and flew away. Hermione burst out laughing and fell on the floor. Draco glared at her causing her to stop immediately. When he wouldn't stop glowering at her she sighed in frustration and got up.
"Did you actually think that was going to work?" Her voice was still close to laughter.
"Yes!" He smashed his hand against the wall.
"What's the big deal, you don't even like her that much anyway! You can find another…." Hermione turned and picked up her books that had fallen onto the floor. She could hear Draco sigh angrily, and throw himself down into an armchair. She sat down across from him and waited for an answer.
"It's not that I want her I just don't want anyone else to have her." He stated this as if it was rational.
"Well…she's not yours, you don't own her. You can't control people Draco."
"What?"
"You can't control people…?" Hermione stared at him, and he stared back.
"No, not that!" He snapped, "You called me Draco." She blushed, and then regained composer.
"That is your name, correct?" He just nodded, and threw what had just happened aside.
"You've got to help me!" He blurted out.
"What?!" Was all Hermione could think to reply.
"Yeah! It will be fun for both of us, just say yes and i'll take care of everything else." Draco got out of the chair, and literally crawled over to her. He made his eyes big and puppy like, and clasped his hands together, "Please?"
She hesitated, then gave out a loud sigh and nodded, "Should I pick out a skimpy wardrobe?"
"Like you had to ask…." He smirked, and got up. They both grabbed their bags and then headed down to the Great Hall.