A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Word Count: 415

Hermione paused in the doorway. She could hear him inside. The clink of glass sent a thrill up her spine. He was working. She loved it when he was working. The passion in his eyes, the way he moved with a nearly fluid precision. Her heat thumbed loudly.

Carefully, she slipped into the room. He didn't notice her. His attention focused solely on the vial in his hand the pewter cauldron in front of him. She watched he dripped the contents of the vial into the cauldron. Three drops. The steam rising turned a pale lilac. She smiled as his eyes lit up. He'd corked the vial and set it on the table. HE studied the potion for a moment and then finally looked up.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" he asked, staring at her.

"Minerva sent me to make sure you came to dinner, professor," she answered, teasing the last word a little. Draco snorted. He'd taken over the potions position after Severus' death. At the time, he's had no idea that teaching potions came with a groupie. Apparently, Hermione Granger had a thing for potioneers. Not that he minded.

"Very well, accompany me so I don't get lost, or distracted, along the way?" he offered. She nodded, taking his arm. As they walked, Hermione rattled on about the day's class. She had taken the arithimancy position that had opened after the war. Apparently Professor Vector had decided an early retirement sounded like a good idea. Draco was glad Hermione had taken the position.

"I saw some of what you were working on, well the lilac smoke part," she said as they turned the corner.

"Then you saw the final accumulation of three months of work and research finally paying off. That is a new version of the fever potion, this one promises not to taste like feet."

"What does it taste like?" Hermione asked.

"Something more pleasant. Grapes at the moment. I might tinker with it, but at least grapes are better than feet. Wouldn't you agree?"

Hermione paused and turned so she was facing Draco.

"Since I wear grape flavored lip gloss, I most certainly agree," Hermione stated, pressing her lips to Draco's. He laughed.

"And this is exactly where I got the idea," he whispered in her ear. "Want to skip dinner?"

"Minerva told me to make sure you ate... she actually didn't mention where," Hermione answered, giving Draco an innocent look as they quickly changed course towards Draco's chambers.