The Littlest Things DxH

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Prologue:

Hello, fellow readers. Now, of course you know should know who I am, "should" being the key word here. Man, oh man. Hermione sure has a way of missing key plot points, doesn't she? SHE FAINTED!!?? HOW DO YOU FAINT WHEN THE HOTTEST BOY ON EARTH IS ABOUT TO KISS YOU????? Ahem, well now, since I got that out of my system, I think we better move along to the story.

Ch. 25:

Hermione groggily awoke in a bed. A very nice, fluffy bed. Her eyes still cemented close from sleep, she struggled to sit up. As she finally managed to do so, she rubbed her eyes and opened them to see…

Oh. My. Merlin.Malfoy's room.

Suddenly, she was not so sleepy anymore. "WHAT THE – " she shrieked as she bolted up from the bed and shot like a rocket for the door.

"Uh, uh," drawled a voice that Hermione was really getting sick of hearing. A jet of light hit the lock as soon as her hand grasped the doorknob. Hermione knew what spell was coming, yet the little word "Alohomora" struck fear in her heart like nothing else had before.

She whipped around to see Malfoy lazily flopped into a cozy armchair, giving her a once-over. "WHY YOU – " screamed Hermione. "How dare you detain me in YOUR room when MINE is two feet down the hall?" She stomped towards him. "Is this your idea of a JOKE?"

"Funny, Granger, I didn't know you even knew what a joke was," said Malfoy. He looked up at the furious Hermione and chuckled. "You are not in any position to be scolding me. After you fainted on the stairs – " Hermione flushed pink at this remark " – I brought you to the nearest room, which happened to be mine, and made sure you were okay." Hermione's flush drained at this point.

"You…were worried…about me?" She paused reflectively. "A…Mudblood?"

Draco tensed slightly, so slightly that few people would have noticed. "Well, I couldn't have left you there, could I? I did not want to be responsible for the death of the Head Girl, now, did I?"

"What happened to the "I took care of you from the goodness of my heart" spiel? Oh, yeah, if that was the case, you would actually be somewhat gallant and we can't have that happening now, could we? The Slytherin House would kick your little ass to the curb." Hermione was fuming so much that Draco would not have been surprised if steam was coming out of her ears.

"Watch your mouth. You have no right to speak to me like that." Draco's anger was steadily rising after Hermione's insult – his eyes began to darken and his mouth turned into a half-sneer.

Hermione, on the other hand, was so mad that she did not even notice. "I have no right to speak to you like that? Oh yeah, it's because you're a Pureblood and you need to have everyone else on their feet kissing your ass! I mean, who cares how I feel about this? You take precedence all the fucking time!" Before she could let out another word, Draco jumped up from the chair and smashed her against a…you guessed it…wall.

Hermione, so blinded by her anger, did not see the terrible predicament that she was getting herself into. "Oh, so you're going to slam me into a wall again? Merlin, how many times have you done that? Not only are you annoying, you're predictable!" Draco could not control his anger anymore and slammed his hand into her mouth to shut her up.

"Listen, Granger, I don't what the hell your problem is, but…" He paused, then a big smirk covered his face. "Actually, I do know what the hell your problem is. You are afraid of what might happen between us. You went on that little tirade of yours to scare me off, to prevent anything that you were scared of happening from happening." He leaned closer to her face, his mirth evident in his eyes. "Nice try, Granger, but I got you figured out."

Hermione now started to panic – she knew all along what she was doing and the real reason behind it, but she had tried to convince herself otherwise. Now since Malfoy exposed her, she had no defenses. Except…

Now it was her turn to smirk and she bit not-so-lightly on his hand. Malfoy winced and pulled his hand back, giving her a death stare. "Oh, give yourself a pat on the back, Malfoy. However, you still do not have your clothes" – and you don't know about another little trick I've got up my sleeve. "So if you want your clothes back, get off me."

Surprisingly, Draco did as she said. "Now, can I have my clothes back?" he whined.

Hermione smirked again. "Why, of course." She walked out of the room and a few minutes later returned with his suitcase. "Here you go, Malfoy. And since I am perfectly fine now, I am going to the Gryffindor common room." And without so much of a goodbye, she exited his room.

Thank Merlin, I finally have my clothes back! Draco excitedly opened his suitcase to find his clothes all neatly in place, but with one alteration. Post-It notes. Oh, she didn't, she so didn't…He examined his suitcase more. She did. SHE DID! I can't believe her!!! Argh!

He started taking out his clothes, reading the Post-Its as he proceeded.

Malfoy, are all your clothes green? You look like a leprechaun.

Malfoy, I know this may seem foreign to you, but washing is good. I can smell the stench from your work-out clothes from across my room.

And, as he so lovingly commented on hers, she commented on his.

Malfoy, at least you wear boxers, but don't sew your initials in them.

He was in a rage by the time she returned from talking with Harry and Ron. After a nice, long conversation (although filled with denial on accounts of her and Malfoy being up to something) and a couple games of Wizard's Chess (which Ron won, as usual), Hermione tiredly trudged up to her room. Unfortunately for her, she thought that Malfoy was asleep, so her guard was down. Man, I am so tired. I need a vacation.

Instead of being in bed like Hermione thought, Malfoy was waiting by her room obscured by a glamour charm. He smirked, thinking of his plan that he had formulated as he angrily tore through his clothes. "Sonorus," he whispered as he pointed his wand to his throat.

"Hello, Granger." His voice, which he tried to make as seductive as possible, echoed in the dark Head suite. Hermione froze with her hand on the doorknob.Shit, this is one of Malfoy's tricks. But the echoes…she glanced around nervously…I can't tell where he is due to the sound distortion.

"I know where you are." Hermione tensed. Oh, crap. "Don't try to hide."Double crap.

Draco smirked – he had cast another spell that allowed him to have perfect night vision, so he could see every delicious squirm as she desperately tried to figure out where he was. "I didn't appreciate what you did to my suitcase." Hermione smirked – it served him right. "So I think I have to teach you a lesson."

Draco undid the Sonorus charm and stole quickly to Hermione. He ran a finger down her spine, making her shiver. Before she could dock a punch at him, he moved to her left, quietly blowing on her ear. When she turned that way, he was already on her right, tracing small circles on her neck. He evaded her for some time, constantly teasing her. Finally, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. "Malfoy, stop before I murder you in the worst way possible!"

"You're not in any position to do that, are you, sweet?" He slid his hand around her stomach and pulled her possessively to him, her back to his face. "You are not in any position to do much of anything right now." Hermione squirmed against him, making Draco hiss in pleasure. Suddenly, Draco flicked her earlobe with his tongue, making her let out a moan. Hermione, mortified at what just happened, stood stock-still, breathing hard. Draco smirked as he never had smirked before. "Oh, my little Granger, what was that just now?" He slid his hand to her hips.

"N-nothing."

"Oh, really. I distinctly thought I hear you moan."

"Your ears must be deceiving you."

"No, my hearing is quite accurate." He did it again, making her moan again. He let out a seductive, low laugh. "See?"

"Let me go."

"No. Not until you give in to me."

"Why are you so adamant about this? Why do you want me to give in to you, which I never would do in my life?"

"Because you are the one girl I can't have, the one girl who could resist me. You always want what you can't have. However…" he twirled some of her hair "I'm a Malfoy. I always get what I want." He repeated the same motion to her earlobe. "And it seems like I WILL get what I want."

"Never, Malfoy."

"That's not what your mouth said a minute ago."

"That was…" she paused for the right words "pure reaction."

"Well, then you reacted to me. Face it, Granger. You find me attractive. You cannot deny it much longer. You will want me. You DO want me. How much longer can you last?" He stepped away from her and headed to his room. "I'll always be in the shadows, watching, waiting. You can't escape from me. Good night, Gryffindor Princess."

PS – Malfoy's milking the situation for all it's worth, huh? Good or bad? Reviews and constructive criticism welcome.