First rated R fic, and wanting reviews :).

All things pertaining to Harry Potter are from J.K. Rowling soooo please do not sue.

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She looked down at him and smiled...and laughed...then fell on the floor and held her stomach from the pain of laughter.

Draco looked up at the cackling girl.

Ashamed he tried to tear his cloak from the ice paved hallway.

"Your in a pickle!!!" She laughed tears rolling down her eyes.

'If only she didn't drink Neville's Depression antidote' He remembered how Hermione was scolded once again for help on Neville's puke colored liquid. Her punishment was to take a sip of his potion and see if it worked. Apparently It did, but now she was like a howling hyena who was smoking crack on a Saturday night. It was funny until this had happened. Sighing, he tried to get his wand out to melt the ice underneath him. Hermione was still pointing and laughing and not noticing her skirt was stuck to the ice too.

"ITS COLD! DID YOU KNOW THAT MAL-MALFOY!" She giggled happily.

He looked towards the little Gryffindor and kind of froze in place for a few seconds. She was a cute thing, with her red muffs she looked like a little cherry. She was very beautiful with a spray of freckles covering her nose and curly hair flowing past her shoulders. Her face was all rosy from the cold and her little hands were pink with warmth. The ice had hitched her skirt slightly and he could see her unhermione like figure. Smiling slightly he looked back to his unmalfoy like disposition and tried to pry his robe off the ice. Finally doing so he again looked at the little perky Gryffindor.

She was starting to turn blue from the cold but still giggling like crazy.

"WOWY! Malfoy got off!!! HES NOT IN A PICKLE AN-ANy-more!" shivering her laughing subsided slowly. Too subdued with laughter she did not think of getting up, with only her skirt and some wool knee socks to keep her warm she started having convulsions of laughter and shivers. Draco realizing this rushed over to her. He grabbed hold of her hand and tried to pull her up. Screaming she wrenched her hand away and wiggled away from him. "Stupid, im trying to help you" and tried to grab her arms and pull her up. Her skirt still being stuck to the ice ripped from his pull. He fell on the ice, with her tumbling on top of him.

Slightly unconscious from the fall she looked around pertaining some of her sanity and consciousness.

"where am I? I'm cold..." she whispered and looked down to who she was on top of.

"I've always liked a woman to be on top" Draco whispered while smiling in his Slytherin way.

She looked at him and quickly stumbled up. Brushing off the snow she found out that a huge piece of her skirt was ripped off. Blushing furiously she grabbed the sides of her skirt and tried to hide the huge hole.

"What's wrong mudblood?" He asked laughing...then peered at the ice again finding part of her skirt still stuck to the ice. Laughing "Now whose in a pickle?".

"I-I! Y-You-You.." Quietly she contemplated on how to get herself out of this mess. 1. her panties had little pink flowers on it 2. Her skirt tore! 3. Malfoy was in her presence 4. She fell on TOP of Malfoy.

Shaking her head she looked desperately at him.

Draco smirked at Hermione, always knowing what to do sort of girl, and now the tables turned...She was looking in horror at what had just happened and scooted slowly back to the castle wall.

"Don't you owe me one Granger..." He threw his cloak at her, smiled and left for his dormitories. She quickly wrapped his long cloak around her and rushed to her room.

She contemplated why he would show kindness...Was he one of those I'mreallynotwhoyouthinkiam sort of people? She slowly retreated these thoughts when Harry and Ron came to view and saw their eyes widening when seeing what type of robes she was wearing.

"Why the bloody hell are you wearing that bloody rag?!" Ron started out.

"Do you know bloody what your bloody problem is Ron? You say BLOODY too much...its not good to add an adjective to EVERY NOUN in your sentence" She finished off regaining some of her wit and attitude.

"I...I tore my skirt and Madame pomfrey lent me one of the patients clothes...so I could go to my room and change." 'At least its half true' she sighed.

"Oh, well didn't she have ANY other BL-cloak?!" Ron's eyes were about to bulge with disgust, Harry just stood there picking at a loose piece of skin on his pinky.

"Ron, It's just a CLOAK, not some demented devil symbol, well let me take that back...it COULD be but its not." He again stared fixedly at his pinky.

"Ron, you worry me sometimes with your phobia to everything Slytherin."

"I DO NOT have a phobia, I just have Gryffindor pride, DO YOU HERMIONE? You are running a VERY FINE LINE TO BECOMING A DEATHEATER!!!"

"Oh shutup. midnightstroll" She added as the fat lady opened the door to the warmth of the common room.

"I have to change, I'm cold, tired, and I think my butt has lost feeling so please STOP WHINING ABOUT MALF-" 'Oh crap' she thought.

She quickly rushed inside her dorm and heard Ron skidding down the stairs. 'Thank god for enchanted staircases' she thought to herself. Changing she looked down at the dark emerald cloak. She picked it up and had a whiff of the velvety fabric. He smelled good with a slight pang at the end, a true Slytherin scent she thought.

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It will get rated R in throughout the story, SMUT SMUT! OH JOY~~~ This is my first time writing a slightly dirty story sooooooooo LOL. Actually I've never quite finished any fanfic I made soo please review and show me some love so I can have enough self esteem to continue :P!