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Towards the early hours of the morning Hermione fell asleep, her head leaning against Draco's shoulder and her body relaxed on the rug. Draco was still awake, watching the sun rise behind the lake, throwing beams of light and turning the clouds a beautiful violet, unconsciously he covered her bare shoulder with the coat he had let her borrow and shifted her to a more comfortable position as he stared down at her broodingly; he had never willingly volunteered that much information about himself.

She was different, he always knew Granger was clever but he had never gauged exactly how clever; she was perceptive and yet she knew when enough was enough. He had missed talking to an intellectual mind; living in isolation was not all it was cracked up to be. It was early now, they would have classes in a few hours, with a sigh Draco picked Hermione up and carried her down the staircase and into his bedroom, he knew that her room would be locked so he just laid her down on his bed and walked back to the Common Room and sat down silently.

Hermione woke a few hours later to the sound of someone calling her name. She turned groggily and opened her eyes, a blurred blond head and dark robes came into her line of sight.

"It's time to wake up, Granger. We have our first class in a few hours." Said Draco, Hermione was immediately awakened by the tone of his voice. He sounded remote and his voice was formal.

"Where am I?" she whispered, confused.

"In my bedroom, I figured yours would have been locked so I brought you here." He said, still refusing to meet her eyes and his voice the same painfully formal tone.

"Oh alright, I'd better dress then, hadn't I." she said, embarrassed. She quickly slipped out of the room and ran up the stairs to dress, her emotions in a jumble… she was hurt that he would behave this way after yesterday; she had really believed they were making some kind of progress.

She dressed hurriedly and went down the stairs, her heart plummeting with disappointment when she saw he wasn't waiting for her like before. She stiffened her back determinedly and picked up her satchel and went on her way. She skipped breakfast and headed straight for her first class of the day which she was thankfully not sharing with Draco.

He was pushing her away, he didn't deny it. After lunch they had Ancient Runes together and he walked past her without bothering to spare a single glance in her direction. Yesterday had been a shock to his system and he was still recovering from the sudden realization that this was way out of his comfort zone.

Hermione wasn't one to grovel; if he wanted to ignore her he was more than welcome to continue doing so she thought with a huff, slinging her bag over her shoulder with unnecessary violence. He was behaving like a child, she was not oblivious… she knew why he was pushing her away; it was because he hadn't realized how easy it would have been to talk to her especially when they weren't supposed to be 'together' in the conventional sense. The notion seemed ridiculous to her because even if they weren't looking for a relationship they could be friends, he was behaving like an immature child. And fine! If he wanted that kind of a relationship where they just had sex and never talked or anything she could do that! Draco was in for a surprise she thought meanly, two could play his game.

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Hermione entered the Heads room later in the evening after she was done with all her work, Draco was surprisingly sitting on one of the armchairs and polishing his broomstick. Hermione just gave him a cool smile before breezily saying, "So tonight, your room or mine?"

Hermione cackled inwardly with maliciously glee when he gave her a shocked look.

"Oh, Draco!" she said dramatically, "What did you think, that just because you suspended the rules for one night I might believe something different about our 'relationship' I may be inexperienced but I'm not stupid."

He just glowered at her for a second before putting on his blank-eyed mask again, "I was thinking you should try something new today." He purred, "Something we'll enjoy …immensely." He said intent clear in his eyes.

She shrugged casually, "I'll meet you back here in a few minutes."

He was being a hypocrite, he reminded himself as he fumed. She was treating him exactly how he was treating her, with cool indifference, then why the fuck did it piss him off so much!?

Hermione let him simmer for half an hour before coolly waltzing into the Common Room. Before she could open her mouth, Draco got up and whatever she was going to say froze at the tip of her tongue. With his formidable height and considerable muscular prowess he was intimidating, without a word he caught her arm and propelled her towards his room.

"Shut up." He growled when he saw her opening her mouth.

"Now look here, Draco. You can't tell me what to do." She said furiously.

He stopped suddenly and whipped around, pressing her into the wall, "You don't want to try me now, princess." He said softly, enunciating each word carefully. His silver eyes glittering with intent.

"Of all the patronizing, rude, sexist things…Muhp!?" she gave an outraged shriek as he calmly covered her mouth with one large hand and continued to pull her along. Hermione struggled, pushing against his chest.

Draco only stopped for a second to cast a silent spell, one of the large portraits in his room opened to reveal a secret tunnel sort of thing leading out of the Heads room.

"Stop it you hellcat!"

"How dare you!?" she said with breathless outrage.

He just bent and kissed her, Hermione struggled until the drugging pleasure of his lips made her body lazy and he fluidly molded her soft curves into his own hard angles. When he finally let her go, she glared at him indignantly, "You can't manhandle me like that Draco, I'm not one of your usual girls who will take anything from you." she said haughtily, "Whatever happens between us will be consensual and not you forcing me into doing something I'm not comfortable with, so stop acting like a brute!"

"Bien-aimée you haven't seen brutality yet." He said with a cruel smile. Something in his eyes stopped Hermione short, the silvery depths were gleaming with silky intent that made her breath stop and start in husky, broken little sounds.

"That was a horrible way to treat me." She whispered breathlessly.

He merely nodded before pressing her into the convex wall of the dark tunnel, his large hand capturing both her wrists together and his other arm winding around her waist. "I apologize." he said roughly, as he gently nudged one firm, muscular leg between her pretty thighs.

"Where are you taking me?" she whimpered, her lips red with his harsh kiss. His eyes narrowed as she swiped her tongue across her suddenly dry lips.

"We're going to play a game." he smirked wickedly.

Hermione felt a shiver run down the length of her body and moisture gather in the folds of her sex because that tone of his voice held promises darker and more seductive than she could have have ever imagined. His own heightened state arousal didn't go unnoticed by her as she fought the urge to arch into his firm body.

"Lead on then, Mr. Malfoy." she whispered, matching his smirk.

"Oh petit ami, you won't be smiling like that when I'm done with you." he growled into her ear, his hot breath causing gooseflesh and little tremors of excitement to run down her body.

"Two can play a game, Draco." she said with more confidence than she felt as she reached up to caress his unsmiling face.

"Sweet thing..." he said with a feral smile, "You have no idea what kind of game this is..."

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