It wasn't until days later that Draco remembered he had the scribbling of one Hermione 'Mudblood' Granger, in the pocket of his robes. He had completely forgotten about it upon returning to his common room, because the moment he stepped foot inside, Tracey Davis had tried her hardest to get his attentions with Flora and Hestia Carrow lounging on the couch trying to hide giggles. Draco wasn't an idiot. He had to admit that Tracey had her good points, as well as being his fellow teammate but he also knew a dare when he saw it. And being a Malfoy he wasn't about to fall into some foolish game of empty headed girls. Malfoys weren't the prize, they were the game.
"Oh come on Draco… play a little game with us girls. We'll make it interesting." Tracey purred, suggestively pulling at a button of her blouse as she winked. The twins giggled again. Draco just looked down at her coolly, giving no sign of his interest to what laid beneath her shirt. She reached up and traced a finger gently around his collar, down his chest stopping just in the center as she bit her lip seductively. He chuckled to himself and admitted that she pulled that off far better then Pansy ever could.
Reaching a hand upward he grasped her wrist, eliciting a gasp from Davis followed by a giggle. "Listen Davis, I'm not sure what you think you're trying to pull. But I want no part of it." But even as he spoke he let his fingers release her wrist as they slid slowly to her fingers until he had them gently brought up to his lips. Her breath caught in her throat, unable to take her wide eyes from Draco's face. The twins had stopped their giggling, and sat there in awe and suspense. Barely daring to breathe.
Draco looked up from her hand straight into Davis' eyes. "…But I'm fairly certain, whatever the game. You wouldn't stand a chance against a Malfoy." He kissed her fingers slowly, feeding off the shallow breaths he could hear her taking. And then while still keeping eye contact, he let his tongue glide gently over her middle finger. Her eyes fluttered as she let out a breath. He then moved his lips to her wrist, the little pulse point that was fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird made him smirk and give it a little suck before he dropped her hand and took a step away from her. "As I said." He just smirked again and left the three speechless girls as he headed up to bed.
Draco smirked as he recalled the incident, then pulled the folded up parchment from his robes. He unfolded it carefully but before he could start reading, the sound of someone clearing their throat made him glance up. Snape was staring at him with a scowl on his face. "Care to share what you find more interesting then my lesson, Mr. Malfoy?"
Placing the parchment under his books, he shook his head. "No sir." From somewhere behind him he heard sniggering. Sounded like Weasley if he knew his animal sounds. Snape just glared then continued droning on about the potion they were learning that week. Draco rolled his eyes and carefully pulled the paper back out and began to read.
Hermione was furiously writing notes as Snape explained the potion they were to brew by the end of the week, but she couldn't seem to keep her eyes on her work. They kept wandering to the front of the room where Malfoy sat. She knew he had it. He must. But why not out her right there to the whole class when Snape asked him to share what he had? She frowned. She had to get the parchment back. Then promptly burn the bloody thing.
"Hey 'Mione." Ron whispered from beside her, "I didn't catch what Snape said… can – uh can I copy your notes?"
She just rolled her eyes and whispered back, "honestly Ron. The lack of effort you put into your classes and as much I help you out, when I really shouldn't, is astounding." She shoved her parchment over to him and focused her attention back to the blond in front of her as Ron mumbled his thanks and began scribbling furiously.
Hermione barely heard the rest of Snape's lesson as she was trying to formulate a plan to get her writings back from Malfoy. "Class dismissed." Snape drawled, "and don't forget about your assignments. I will placing you into groups of two, tomorrow." The entire class groaned, while Hermione rolled her eyes. She hated having a partner for potions. She did just fine on her own, in fact, most of the time she just did the assignment all on her own.
Lost in her own thoughts, she was one of the last students leaving the classroom. She needed to catch up to Ron and Harry for lunch so she could get in some study time before the Quidditch match, not to mention she still needed to finish coming up with her plan for Malfoy.
The dungeons always gave Hermione the creeps. Something about the dark atmosphere just made her uncomfortable. She shuddered as she walked past an alcove, it almost felt like someone was... she gasped as a hand shot out and grasped her wrist, pulling her into the small space. She began to panic, not again! Not this again! "What the bloody hell!" she shouted, but a hand shot out and covered her mouth.
"You really mustn't shout my dear. I'm not going to hurt you, I only want to spend a moment with you." Hermione glared into the darkness toward the source of the voice, His skin smelled musky and sweet, and his voice was smooth as silk. It was the same person that had cornered her on the train. Not that she had remembered what he smelled like or the feel of his skin on her or the touch of his lips to hers. Hermione pulled his hand from her mouth, and demanded again, this time quieter. "Who the hell are you? And why do you keep sneaking up on me." She dropped her book bag to the floor with a resounding thud, as she crossed her arms and glared in the general direction of the voice before her.
"Oh, my gorgeous little sweet. I'm not going to reveal to you just yet, who I am. First I want to invade every one of your senses. I want your ears to remember my voice," his lips dipped low to her ear and she could the heat against her skin. "I want your body to memorize every touch of my fingers." He brushed his hand against her neck, letting his fingertips trail against her jaw and Hermione's breath caught in her throat. "And I want your lips," he paused, bringing his lips from her ear down to her own lips. He stopped, hovering just above them and Hermione's pulse raced. Hating herself for how much she was actually wanting him to close the gap between them, a delicious warmth pooled and swirled in her stomach and dropped lower. "Yes, I want your lips to remember the taste of mine." His warm sweet breath tickled against her lips and a chill ran through her body as she closed her eyes, relearning how to breathe. "I want the very thought of me to drive you crazy, to bring you just to the edge of pleasure to where you can't stand it anymore. No one else will be able to fulfill you like I could. Like you will WANT me to." And just as quickly as he'd come the warmth his body had brought with being so close, vanished. Hermione tore her eyes open and blinked into the shadows. He was gone.
It took several minutes for her to recover her senses. Huffing, she grabbed up her bag and marched out of the alcove angrily. She couldn't believe she'd let… whoever that was, get to her like that, AGAIN! Huffing again, she stormed towards the stairs of the dungeons when she heard a lazy voice coming from beside her. "You look as ornery as the Willow, Granger, and your hair just as wild. Who's got your kickers in a bunch?" The corners of Malfoy's mouth twitched upward as his long slender fingers played with something he held in his hand.
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, her irritation at herself and now at the ferret only fueling the flames that was her anger. She once again threw down her bag, and turned to grace him with the nastiest of glares, but no sooner had she looked at him that her eyes darted to what he held in his hand and her face blanched. Every ounce of anger just drained right out of her along with her stomach as it dropped to her feet. Every plan, every scenario, every word she had thought out in her head for this precise moment, fled her memory. All she could do was stare helplessly at the folded parchment between his fingers. "What is that." She croaked, her mouth suddenly dry, as her eyes darted back up to his face.
Malfoy glanced at what was in his hands then back to her and shrugged. "Some delightfully sinful little note that I just found, lying around the castle." He slowly began to open it, a lazy smirk spreading across his face as he did so. Hermione broke into a cold sweat, his annoyingly almost nasally voice made her want to cut off her own ears. She began to panic as he finished unfolding the piece and started to read from it. She couldn't move, she could stand there, watching with pure horror as he read the words she'd written down in secret. "…I've never felt a longing like that in all my life. The way his voice poured out like honey made me so weak I could barely make it back to my compartment. I was certain Harry had caught on that something had happened. I still haven't been able to shake the feeling the touch of his hands burned across my skin… and his lips, Merlin's beard his lips…" Malfoy sniggered and looked up at her, amused by the panicked expression on her face. "I never would have pegged you for the racy erotic writer type, Granger. I'm impressed. Question is, how shall I use this information against you?" He barely had the words out of his pureblood mouth before Hermione was crashing into him full force, her hands gripping at his wrists to tear the paper away from him. Malfoy recovered from his surprise quickly, as only a Malfoy would do, and easily got control of the situation. With the swiftness only graced to a star Seeker, next only to Harry Potter of course, Draco rather eloquently maneuvered them both around so that he had her pinned against the wall, her arms pinned to her sides. She noticed the bit parchment already safely tucked within his robes. She could reach it if she was clever.
"My, Granger, you're bloody insane." Hermione glared at him, all her anger returning. His disgustingly perfect hair had fallen into his face from their movements and he flicked his head to get it from his eyes. Hermione scowled, he even did that gracefully. Oh how she hated Malfoy. "Now, instead of acting like some crazed banshee, why don't you try acting like a lady? I know that's a difficult concept for you to understand, Granger, despite being the supposed brightest witch of our year." His washed out grey eyes glinted with mischief, making Hermione realize just how much she couldn't stand them. Her eyes darted to the parchment once more, twisting her wrists under his firm boney grip. His skin was uncomfortably cool, against Hermione's; it made her skin crawl. "All you had to do was ask me nicely."
Hermione scowled at him, her cheeks red from embarrassment and anger. "Ask! Ha!" she scoffed, "ask a Malfoy for something? Yeah right. I'm fairly certain you'd take the killing curse before you gave a Mudblood like me, anything." Was it her imagination or had she seen him react to that word. It happened all in the blink of any eye and she couldn't be sure.
"That's right Mudblood," Malfoy spat out. "You learn your place well. And quite right, I'd never give the likes of you anything." He eyed her up and down slowly as if he were appraising her worth. Hermione shuddered. "Although, I could definitely get passed the Mudblood just enough to use you for my own pleasure." Draco leaned into her and smelled her hair, causing her to cringe. She could smell his cologne, something minty, mixed with some kind of woody smell. She scrunched her nose in disgust, turning her face away from him. He laughed, low in his chest, making it almost sound like a growl. He pushed away from her and dusted his robes off before straightening them. "We'll discuss this blackmail further another time, he patted his robes where the parchment hid then strode away back toward the Dungeons.
"OH!" Hermione yelled in frustration, stomping her foot. Marching back toward the stairway she snatched up her bag and stormed up the stairs to the Great Hall. Slamming her bag yet again, this time on the table as she slid into her seat. Without looking at anyone seated around her Hermione put her energy into eating.
Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Dean silently looked around at each other then back at their silent raging friend. Ron caught Harry's eyes and shook his head slightly, mouthing, 'no'. Harry took a deep breath, "Hey 'Mione... Uhm, is everything uhm, is everything alright?"
All eyes were directed at the Gryffindor Princess as they waited with bated breath for the inevitable destruction of the Boy-who-lived. Hermione paused her eating and raised her head, looking directly at Harry with a fire in her eyes that could match the angriest of Weasleys. Harry swallowed hard, regretting his decision. But to his surprise Hermione's face composed itself and she smoothed out her angry features although the snap in her eyes was still present. "Everything is just fine Harry, Why would you think otherwise?" She said this sweetly, forcing a smile to her face.
The boy-who-lived cleared his throat, feeling extremely uncomfortable and, dare he say, intimidated by his bushy haired friend. "Alright 'Mione, I just wanted to make sure. You looked a little, tense." The others took a small collective gasp, darting their eyes back to Hermione. She knew they were waiting for her reaction. They were expecting her to explode. True, she wanted nothing more then to rage, throw a fit, yell, scream... anything that might make her feel better but she saw the slightly frightened look in Harry's eyes as she looked at him and her resolve softened; if it had been Ron asking the question she was sure she would have lost it. "Snape just kept me after class to nag on me about something completely pointless and it got under my skin. I'm fine Harry, really." She gave him a small smile, which he returned and continued eating. Everyone else let out a sigh of relief and picked up their conversations where they'd left off.
Hermione sighed too, now picking at the food on her plate. She glanced at her friends as they chattered and laughed, letting her eyes wander over them until she realized she was looking over at the Slytherin table. Particularly at one blonde arrogant bastard. She narrowed her eyes in a scowl as she looked at him, he infuriated her. The smarmy git, he even picked and ate his food with finesse and scratch your eyes out perfectness. She grit her teeth, calling him every name she knew, in her head. Until she realized Malfoy had looked up and saw her staring, he aimed a straight, cutting look that could freeze fire, right at her. She went cold, that look was filled with hate and it chilled her to the bone. Making an excuse about being late for a class, Hermione gathered her things and ran out of the Great Hall.