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"Congratulations," Snape sneered at the students as soon as they'd left the school safely behind. "We ask you to unobtrusively observe these Muggles for one day, and you're putting on shows for them by the end of it."

"It wasn't our fault, Sir!" Hermione protested quickly. "You were the one who dropped us off at that school!"

Draco groaned, Why could she not keep her mouth shut?

Snape spun around. "And please keep in mind, Miss Granger, that I am also the one able to assigned detention as I see fit," he spoke silkily.

Hermione glared at him angrily.

"I will meet you all back at the Castle," he said sharply, "I expect you to return there promptly, without further delay, and without alerting any more Muggles to our presence. Do I make myself understand?" Without waiting for an answer, he promptly turned on his heel, disapparating with a small pop!

"That slimy git!" Hermione burst out. "It wasn't our fault! It was his!"

"And?" Draco asked, unperturbed. "Did he actually give you detention?"

"Point being?" Hermione glared at him angrily.

Draco sighed while everyone looked in curiosity at the pair. "It was a threat. Way of showing you who's boss."

"But that's preposterous! He's a teacher! He shouldn't be abusing authority like that!" She sputtered in indignation.

"Again, did he do anything?" Draco sighed mock-wearily.

Hermione advanced on him angrily. "That's not the point!" She punctuated each word with a poke in his ribs.

"Ow! Stop bloody poking me!" Draco grabbed her hands in his and held them behind her back.

The rest of the group stared at the scene in front of them.

"Do you see what I see?" Ron whispered to Pansy.

"I'm not blind." She scowled at him. "Of course I see it. It's been happening this whole time, except you lot have been busy gorging yourselves eating and then singing to notice."

"Hang on," Blaise said slowly. "D'you think Draco fancies Hermione?"

"No," Pansy said patiently, as one would to a small child. "He fancies her rotten, and has done since about third year."

Ron and Harry had identical looks of horror on their faces.

"The ferret fancies Hermione?" Harry asked disgustedly.

"Hey, it's not just him that fancies her judging by the look of that." Blaise indicated towards Hermione and Draco with a jerk of his head. "He's got both of hands behind her back, and she can easily do wandless magic. Is she? Nope. There's your answer."

Harry gagged while Ron clapped his hands over his ears mumbling, "Happy place, happy place," under his breath continuously.

Pansy smirked. Honestly, Gryffindors could be so dense sometimes. "Well, I don't know about you four, but I don't fancy being around when they figure this out. Blaise?"

He nodded his assent, and pulled out his wand as Pansy grasped his elbow. "See you boys back at the Castle." He smirked at Harry and Ron, before quickly turning on the spot and disapparated just as Snape had done earlier.

"Get off me!" Harry heard Hermione hiss. He glanced at Ron who still had his hands clasped over his ears. He shook his head in disgust, at both his best friends. "Come on," he sighed as he dragged Ron to his feet and grabbed his wand out of his pocket, and quickly disapparating.

"There is no way I'm letting you go while you keep bloody poking me!" Draco snapped. "Do you know how many bruises I'm going to end up with because of you and your bloody fingers, woman? Do you?"

"I'm sure you'll find out, but I won't!" Hermione tossed her hair angrily to the side and glared at him. ]

They had steadily leaned in closer to each other during their argument and their faces were now less than an inch away from each other. She could feel the lightness of his breath against her cheek, and could see a small scar that was present at his hairline. She gulped nervously, becoming very aware of how close they were to each other. She flicked her eyes back down to his, and noticed that instead of the gun-metal silver they had been a few minutes earlier had softened to a deep mercury.

"It's not my fault you kept making me poke you," she said obstinately.

He laughed shortly. "What, so it's all my fault?" He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "I made your fingers poke their way into my side, excellent logic, my dear Hermione, if somewhat flawed." He leaned in closer to her, keeping her hands safely pinioned behind her back. His voice lowered to a whisper, "I think you wanted to keep touching me, and you just couldn't help yourself."

Hermione scoffed. "And why exactly, would I want to keep touching a slimy ferret?"

Draco rolled his eyes in mock-hurt. "Ouch, dear." He slid his mouth right next to hear and whispered hotly, "I think it's because you secretly fancy me." He leaned back to look at her, laughing softly.

Hermione spluttered in shock. "Fancy you? Did you hit your head recently?" She asked mockingly.

Draco laughed. "You don't need to deny it any longer, Hermione." He said softly. "We both know that you secretly want me." He winked at her.

She gasped in outrage. That stupid ferret always thought he had the upper hand. Well, she wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing. She leaned closer to him, still aware of her hands behind her back, and slid her mouth to his ear, as he had done to her. "You're right," she whispered softly. She moved her head back slowly to face him, laughing at his outrage.

"You Gryffindor's always want the bloody upper-hand don't you?" He gritted his teeth angrily while she smirked at him. He leant his face close to hers, noting her look of surprise, as he slowly pressed his lips to hers, angling his head for better access. Her lips parted in surprise and he quickly pressed his advantage. She wriggled her body against him, struggling to free her hands from his grasp.

He let her hands go slowly, reluctantly, knowing she would be spitting fire when he released her. He quickly let go, and tried to step back, not anticipating her actions. As soon as he'd released her hands, she quickly flung them around his neck, tripping them both. He flung his arms around her waist, trying to cushion her fall, and landed on his back with her on top of him.

He peered down at her, noticing the glint in her eyes. She put her mouth next to his ear, "I guess it's not just me who fancies you then, huh?" She grinned mischievously at him, and he proceeded to thoroughly snog the living daylights out of her.

They arrived back at Hogwarts two hours later, and right in front of Snape. "And may I inquire as to where you have been since I last told you to make it back to school immediately." He snarled.

"Seeing the countryside, Sir." Draco grinned at him. "Making some more notes for our assignment as we were told."

"Just as we were asked, Sir." Hermione smiled innocently at him.

"Very well," he spoke through gritted teeth. "I expect this assignment to be the best in the class."

"Will do, Sir." Draco nodded at him, before grabbing Hermione's hand and quickly walking away.

Snape stared after them in astonishment. Was he holding her hand? No, surely not. It must just have been the stress of the day.


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