Okay I am so sorry for taking so long to upload. I've been taking really hard classes and this chapter is the product of random sentences strung together whenever I've had time throughout the semester. I was going to make it longer but I figured I've made you guys wait long enough. I just did a quick review of it but didn't really edit so if your catch something feel free to let me know. Enjoy :]

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Chapter 6

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Hermione felt a smirk creep onto her face as she heard the portrait open. Burying her face in her book before Blaise could see it, Hermione fought hard to hold back a snicker.

Blaise walked in and tossed his bag on ground and flopped in the chair by Hermione's feet. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, relaxing into the soft cushions.

"Hard day?" Hermione asked, drawing his attention to her.

His eyes raked over her form before meeting hers, which were peeking over the top of her book.

"Not too bad, I guess. Started out pretty boring, but it looks like it's getting better." He winked at her as he gave her body another appreciative glance.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "I don't think I want to know what's going through your head right now."

"Something along the lines of how the bloody hell you hid that body from the world. It should be a crime."

It would not do to blush now. "I doubt it was an issue of me not flaunting what I have as opposed to you not noticing. I grew into my body during fifth year."

"So you weren't at your sexiest at the Yule Ball?"

Hermione gave him a dumbfounded look.

"What?"

"You thought I was sexy at the Yule Ball?"

It was Blaise's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Umm yeah? Every single guy that went wanted to punch Krum in the face and steal you away. Even Draco said you looked stunning that night. He didn't know I was there when he said it, but it came out of his mouth nonetheless. True quote, too. He said stunning."

Hermione shook her head. "Yeah right. I mean, I know I looked good that night, but I can't have turned more than a few heads. Let alone, Malfoy's." She let out a chuckle.

"Whatever you want to believe, Hermione."

Hermione shook her head again and resumed her pretend reading.

"On a different note… sorta, why are you dressed in lovers lounge wear?" He had a teasing little smirk on his face and Hermione could have sworn he wiggled his eyebrows at her a bit.

Feeling like she needed to focus more on her plan, Hermione decided to play with him a bit. She turned the page nonchalantly and replied, "Why, to seduce you of course." She then proceeded to move a little, arcing her back and stretching her arms above her head. Just as she expected, the material of her shirt slid up her torso, giving Blaise a healthy view of the tops of her knickers. With a final smirk that could rival Malfoy's any day, Hermione settled back down into her book.

Blaise's gaze followed her every movement. He cleared his throat and tried to look unaffected. "Is that so?"

"Oh don't look so uncomfortable, Blaise. I don't bite," Hermione paused for a second as if pondering something. Her wicked smile returned and she continued, "Well, technically that's a lie. I do bite… but I promise you'll enjoy it." She looked back down at her book and heard Blaise shuffling uncomfortably. That was probably enough teasing for one day.

Snapping her book shut, Hermione swung her legs over the edge of the couch and buried her feet in the carpet. She gave a soft little moan and wiggled her toes a bit before standing and sashaying up the stairs. Okay, so she had to do the last part, it was just too much fun not to.

She gripped the handle of her door, glancing back at Blaise. In as husky a voice as she could muster she stage whispered, "Good night, Blaise," and then disappeared into her room.

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The next few days happened in rather the same fashion. Each day she would go downstairs in something skimpy, sometimes sweatpants and a sports bra, sometimes in tiny little shorts. Today though, she would have to put her plan on the back burner.

She felt like a fatass.

She hadn't worked out in almost a week, so distracted with Blaise and school. So today she was going to practice her bo forms.

It was Friday afternoon meaning she had no classes to worry about until Monday. Pretty much she had all the time in the world to sweat off the stress of the week.

Instead of eating lunch in the great hall, Hermione made herself some eggs in the Head's kitchen, and then she was off. Slipping through the groups of students, she made her way out onto the grounds. She looked around her quickly before starting her warm up jog around the lake to her spot.

It wasn't twenty minutes into her forms when Hermione slammed the end of her bo, aka a transfigured stick, into the ground and pointed at a tree to her right without even looking.

"I know you're there. You've been hiding behind that tree since the third step of this form."

Only when she heard the soft crinkling of leaves under shoes did she finally look to identify the voyeur.

"Malfoy." Hermione crossed her legs and leaned on her bo like a cane. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"You're not wearing a shirt."

Hermione looked down at her sports bra with a confused expression. "You're here because I'm not wearing a shirt?" She muttered a "pervert" under her breath as Malfoy shook his head.

"Not what I meant. It's distracting. Go put a shirt on and then you can interrogate me."

She smirked back at him. "No, I think I'll stay how I am. It's hot out so you'll just have to deal. Besides, you're above ogling a mudblood right?"

Malfoy visibly winced at her last comment but said nothing. It was unclear to Hermione whether he was wincing because he was caught doing just as she said, or if her blunt phrase sparked some remorse.

Definitely the former she decided.

She leveled her gaze at him and tried again, "Why are you here?"

"Honestly, I was just curious where you were off to. Lost you part way, and then I just started wandering around until I stumbled on you here. Where did you learn that, by the way? It looked complicated."

Hermione stood up straight, tucking the fact that Malfoy just sort of complimented her into the back of her brain. She picked up her bo and walked over to the pile of stuff she had to retrieve her wand. She transfigured another bo and tossed it at Malfoy who caught it with seeker reflexes.

"What's this for?"

"If you're going to stay here, you're going to have to be doing something. You think of a bo in thirds. You place your hand at these points. Now lift your bo above your head so it is parallel to the ground and the palm of your hands are facing forward. Flip your right hand so your palm is facing toward you. Drop you right hand in front of your face, ending at your left shoulder. Extend your right arm. By doing this your should end of with your left hand right below your right armpit. Do that backwards until you reach your starting position, then repeat for your left hand." Hermione demonstrated everything as she said it and surprisingly Malfoy listened and copied her movements.

"You never answered my question. Where did you learn how to do this?" Malfoy asked as he fumbled a bit with his bo.

Hermione laughed a little at him and started another form before she replied. "I've been doing Tae Kwon Do since I was four. Gymnastics since I was three. Tae Kwon Do isn't just hand to hand. Depending on how skilled your instructor is, you can train in the way of the bo, sword, sai, and some other weapons as well. I happened to learn bo."

"So you've been doing this stuff for fourteen years?"

"You don't think I survived the war just being good with magic did you? This is pretty much just second nature to me now. I do things that I don't even realize until someone points it out to me."

"What made you choose bo?"

"Curious little fellow you are today. I had already learned the basics periodically through my time doing just hand to hand. I figured I might as well continue and learn as much as I could."

"That is such a Granger statement."

"You just say that with venom because I have better grades and it pisses you off."

"I still beat you at Potions." There was no trace of malice in his voice. Just a simple statement of fact.

Hermione was surprised at his response. She had been trying to bait him into saying something callous, but he still stayed with friendly banter. She leveled a calculating gaze at him and cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"I don't understand your mood swings."

Malfoy looked uncomfortable and went silent after that.

They continued with their bo practice until Malfoy decided that his arms couldn't take much more. He moved to the giant rock and sat down watching as Hermione continued on. Stripping off his shirt, he called out, "How is it that you are not even the least bit sweaty?"

Hermione finished her form and turned back to Malfoy shrugging. "I'm used to the heat. I like it. And I'm conditioned for the physical exertion that comes with doing these forms. You done?"

Malfoy nodded, transfiguring his bo back into its stick form.

"Well, I still have a few forms to do and then a couple regular forms I want to get to also. Feel free to leave or you can stay if you want." Hermione didn't know what it was about him right now, but she felt like she didn't even need to ask that he not tell.

"I'll stay. Can't pass up and opportunity to see a body like that."

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood today and I'll take that as a compliment. Try to refrain from being a pervert in the future, though."

Malfoy just flashed his trademark smirk at her and settled in to watch her practice.

Hermione rolled her eyes but started her forms again. It took all of her will power to stay focused on her task.

After not even fifteen minutes she finally quit. She just couldn't concentrate with him staring at her so intently. If she wasn't careful she might have blushed.

"I'm done. It's almost dinner time anyways," Hermione said glancing up at the sky. She went to grab her shirt but Malfoy was faster.

"How about you leave this shirt off for a while longer?" He grinned wolfishly.

Hermione put her hands on her hips and glared at the boy who got to have his own shirt back on. Not buttoned, but on. "I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request."

"Huh?"

"Pirates of the Caribbean?"

"How did we start talking about pirates?"

Hermione grinned and used his moment of confusion to her advantage. She lunged agilely, making a grab at her shirt, but Malfoy had just enough time to move slightly. Instead of getting her shirt in her grip she had Malfoy's., causing them to both topple over in a tangle of arms and legs. Malfoy ended up on top of Hermione, settled nicely between her thighs, chest to chest, nose to nose. Hermione blinked a couple of times before starting to squirm a little in an attempt to get free.

"You really need to not move like that," Malfoy gritted out.

Hermione froze and looked up, blinking at him again. "Well you could get off me then."

Malfoy raised a perfectly manicured brow at her. "What if I don't want to?" To emphasize his point he ground against her, causing a gasp to leave her as her eyes fluttered shut.

It wasn't her fault she reasoned. She pretty much had been sexually frustrated all week even if she refused to show it. Now she had a hot guy on top of her grinding his growing arousal against her. She swore she wasn't to blame when a small moan reached her ears. Yes, this was Draco Malfoy, the epitome of right foul git.

But that didn't mean he wasn't a sexy right foul git.

She bit her lip as her body joined his of its own accord. She arched against him, exposing the creamy smooth skin of her neck, while his gaze took in her form hungrily. Her eyes flew open when she felt his lips latch onto the pulse point behind her ear, nipping and licking softly.

Despite the lusty fog that had clouded her mind, Hermione was still able to make out the sound of footsteps in the distance.

"Malfoy, stop," she gasped.

He nibbled his way further down her neck, completely ignoring her protest before responding with, "My name is Draco."

She couldn't hold back the moan when he started sucking on that one spot near her collar bone that drove her crazy. "Fine. Draco, we need to stop. Someone is coming."

She heard him curse under his breath before slowly lifting himself off of her. He offered her a hand to help her to her feet.

Just as she finished getting the leaves out of her ponytail, their unexpected guest arrived.

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