A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club February

Assorted Appreciation: 3- "Okay. No biting, though"

Disney Challenge: Alice: Write about someone denying society's expectations.

Trope of the Month: 10- Time: Night

Showtime: 20- The Revelation - (situation) A secret revealed

Film Festival: 18- (word) nothing

Lyric Alley: 7- Honey we can see right through you

Warning: sexual themes

Word Count: 626

Hermione quickly shoved the book into her bag. She wasn't sure whose footsteps she had heard coming, but she had a sinking feeling it was going to be one of the prefects making rounds. She should have been watching the time better. She'd just been so eager to grab the book before it was delivered in front of everyone in the morning. She'd started reading it and completely lost track of time.

"What was that?"

Hermione nearly sighed with relief. The prefect doing patrol was Percy Weasley. He wouldn't even have a clue what the book was, much less what it was about, even if he had seen it.

"What was what?" she asked, feigning innocence. Percy blinked, staring at the witch.

"Whatever you just shoved into your bag the moment you saw me coming."

"Nothing, just a book," Hermione answered. Percy smirked slightly.

"Really, because it looked like the latest Lacey McGuire werewolf lover book, if I saw the cover correctly."

"And why would you even know what that book looks like? You steal one from a first year or something?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Percy glanced around quickly. Once he was certain the two of them were alone, he turned his attention back to Hermione. She was leaning against the stone wall, watching him. She'd had no idea he knew about the books, most people would never admit to knowing about them, much less reading them.

"No," he whispered. "I've read all the rest of them. Flourish and Blots has a back order on the newest one," he confessed.

"And you want to borrow my copy to do what exactly? Read in the prefects loo alone while you... you know?" Hermione asked, enjoying the way Percy's face reddened to match his hair. She nearly giggled.

"I wouldn't use your copy for that," he said after a moment. "I'd just commit the passages that are, um interesting, to memory and use that."

"Oh, like the passage about how Clarice finds herself alone in the woods with only Mr. Kalisin to protect herself?" Hermione asked, watching Percy. "Oh, and then she manages to fall into a stream, soaking her dress?"

Percy blushed brighter. He'd never realized Hermione was such a tease, he'd always thought she was a boring little know it all. Of course, that's what everyone thought about him.

"Will you lend the book or not?" he finally asked. Hermione bit her lip. It had been fun toying with Percy, watching to see just how red he could get.

"I haven't finished it yet, though," she said. "I could lend it to you, I guess, I'm only in chapter three, where she finds out about Lumins' little den of fun."

"Den of fun? No! Don't tell me!"

"I was going to suggest we could read it together, in the prefects bath," she whispered. Percy stared at her.

"You mean... read as in...?"

"You get any redder and you'll be brighter than your hair," she laughed. "And yes, that is exactly what I mean, Percy. You interested?"

"But what about Ron? I thought that you and him," he started to say.

"His idea of romance is to give a handful of daisies he just stole from the greenhouse. Fanged daisies, mind you."

""Okay. No biting, though. I'm free Tuesday night," Percy finally answered, wondering why he'd never realized just how attractive Hermione actually was. Maybe it was because they had found a common interest?

"That's perfect with me. Sevenish?"

"Yes, you know where the room is?"

"Yes, I do. I'll see you then, Percy, and I promise not to read ahead any more than I already am," she smiled, darting off down the hall. Percy watched her, shaking his head. He'd just somehow accidentally poached his brother's girlfriend.