Harry hates Malfoy.

Erm....DUR!!! Who doesn't know that?!

But now, though Harry still doesn't like him, he's grateful for him. This- is why...

(This story is basically not at all about Draco, it's a Harry and Hermione fluff-fic.)

(Summary )

By the way, I don't own any of the characters in this story, but I do own the very lame, but fun to write, plot.

Oh, yea, I also have to say that I switch point of views quite often, so you have to make sure you know whose point of view it is, or else you might get confused.

Yea, the story now...even though it'll never happen, and doesn't seem very realistic...

CHAPTER 1

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

"Buzz off, Malfunction!"

"That's MR. Malfunction to you, Weasley!" said Draco Malfoy, sneering at Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley. Malfoy had, once again, randomly gone up to Harry, Ron, and Ginny just to bother them. Malfoy turned his attention to Harry, who was his most favorite wizard to pick at. "Wow, really brave you are, Potter. You let a little girl stand up for you!"

"She's not little, Malfoy, just a year younger than me. And besides, she wasn't standing up for me, she just got to you first!" replied Harry through gritted teeth.

Malfoy looked over at a scowling Ron, and a fierce-looking Ginny. "Go run along, young Weasels. This one's between Pothead and me," drawled Malfoy.

"Why, you!" said Ron, lunging at Malfoy, but Ginny and a nearby Neville dragged him away to the library, around the corner.

"What's your problem anyway, Malfoy? You just go attacking someone for no good reason!" muttered Harry.

"You're changing the subje-

"There never WAS a subject! Listen to Ginny for once and buzz off!"

"Yes there was...ah, and what was it about....? Oh, yes, you and your so-called bravery!"

"Well," said Harry, smirking, "I wasn't put in Gryffindor for nothing."

"That means nothing!" sputtered Malfoy, who looked slightly flustered. "You have no bravery, just a "need for attention" as that aspiring writer Rita Skeeter so wisely tells. I bet you can't do something, any one thing, which I tell you to do." Malfoy smiled maliciously at Harry.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "Will you finally buzz off?"

"I suppose..."

"Well, what then?!" asked Harry irritably.

Malfoy looked slightly surprised, but then said, "Lay your little friend!"

"What? Ugh, not Ginny, she's too young, besides, I don't like her like that!" said Harry disgustedly.

"Not Ginny, your Mudblood friend!"

"She's not a Mudblood, and I wouldn't lay her. I couldn't possibly make her do that, that wouldn't be very- polite!" Harry stuttered, still trying to speed-walk away from Draco.

Malfoy frowned. "I suppose I DID go a little far with the lay her thing... how about you seduce her?"

"Fine, now go away!"

Harry had no idea what he'd just gotten himself into...

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Harry stood there a moment after Malfoy had sauntered away smugly, trying to comprehend what he had just done.

Harry knew that if he didn't try to win the bet, not only would Malfoy NOT stop bothering him, but he would be ten times worse, and would probably torment Hermione about Harry not liking her at all, or something like that. He couldn't turn back.

Harry walked, bewildered, towards Ginny and Ron, who were at a table in the Great Hall, with Neville. (By the way, it is Christmas break, which I have decided is going to last two weeks.) He sat down, and started randomly grabbing food. Ron noticed.

"Erm, Harry? What on earth are you doing?" he asked, looking at Harry's dinner that consisted of ten slices of pie, three grapes, a slice of gravied cantaloupe, and a drink that consisted half of milk and half of apple cider.

"Uh huh..." said Harry, groping around for his plate for food, but missing bye a few inches.

WAM!

"HARRY! SNAP OUT OF IT!"

Harry gasped, as a soft, yet sharp, hand whapped him across the face. Hermione, to whom that hand had belonged to, sat down next to him.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" asked Hermione, cocking her head slightly.

Until now, Harry had never realized how soft and soothing Hermione's voice was, nor did he how tempting Hermione's hair looked tumbled down her chest-

NO, thought Harry to himself. I can't be thinking like this about Hermione. Though I have to seduce her, it's just so Malfoy will stay away from us.

"Erm, I was just...tired, yes, tired," Harry said quickly. Then he added smoothly, "but now, I'm WIDE awake." He raised his eyebrows flirtatiously at Hermione, looking like a professional, even though he had no idea if he was doing this right at all. He slowly slid his arm around Hermione's waist.

HERMIONE'S P.O.V.

I was absolutely shocked. Why was Harry acting like this?! I gave Harry a confused sideways glance, and removed his arm from my waist.

"Well, I've got to go and work on my homework," I said briskly, getting up, and walking out of the Great Hall. I heard Harry say something as I was walking away, but I wasn't sure what it was.

Okay, so Harry is very good-looking, and I've known him for nearly six years, but...was having his arm around me supposed to feel so good? I only moved his arm because I was so unsure.

"What are you talking about?" I looked up abruptly and saw Ernie Macmillan. "Why are you talking to yourself Hermione?"

I was absolutely flustered. "Er, erm, well, erm, I was- I mean, I'm just a little tired- yes, that's right, that's why I'm going up to the dormitories."

"Okay," said Ernie uncertainly, as if he didn't want to leave me alone just in case I ended up doing something weird. He walked away, and I approached the portrait, gave the password, and stepped into the common room. Only, it wasn't empty.

"Harry?! What? How on earth did you-

"You were walking slowly. I ran past you when you were talking to Ernie," he answered smirking.

"Well- well, I've got to get working on my Care of Magical Creatures homework, so don't bother me!"

"Don't worry, I'll just watch you." He said, smiling a sexy, lopsided smile, and gave me a quick "up and down" look, before following me over to the couch in front of the fire. I just shook my head uncertainly, before laying out my homework in front of me, and starting to reread one of the chapters in my Care of Magical Creatures book.

After only a minute or two, Harry stretched and brought his arm up and around my shoulders, draping it lazily on top of them. My stomach dropped. Great, I thought. If it only takes this much from him to drive me crazy, I'm in pretty deep. Wait a second! I don't like Harry like that! At least, I don't THINK I do...

HARRY'S P.O.V.

I immediately felt Hermione tense up beside me, but she didn't move my arm this time. After a few minutes, I leaned over to her closer, and she tensed up again, and said, "What are you doing?" quickly.

"I'm just looking to see what YOU are doing," I said still leaning a little closer to her.

"Oh, well, Hagrid is- erm- he's letting me do extra work for extra credit-

"As if you'd need it," I interrupted. "I'm sorry, go on." I knew that I had to be blushing awfully.

"And- and, er, I'm just writing the characteristics of a slewith, and the differences between the female and male slewith," said Hermione slowly, and hesitantly, but I'm not so sure why.

"Oh," I answered, even though I have absolutely no clue what a slewith is. "And, what exactly IS the difference between the male and female sleuths?"

"It's called slewith, not sleuth. And...erm... the males are commonly a... a more greenish c- color, whereas the- the females are commonly a silvery gray." She was stuttering and talking slowly again.

"I see... and, are there any more differences?" I asked, talking very softly and huskily. The skin on the back of her neck felt like it had gooseflesh on it, which was strange, because we were sitting in front of the fire.

HERMIONE'S P.O.V.

I felt a shiver run through me, and I nearly jumped as I felt him scoot over even closer, and our legs were touching. I tried taking a deep breath, but it didn't quite work. "Why, yes, actually, the- the, erm," now, he had begun lightly stroking my arms with his fingers, and he was so close I could feel his breath on my neck, and it and his voice vibrated off of me, giving me even more chills. "The females are usually scalier, and the males...are- are mmmmore fuzzy."

"I see," said Harry in barely above a whisper.

"Do you mind?" I asked. He jumped a little beside me, which made me want to laugh, but I was supposed to be in an annoyed attitude right now, so, yea.

"Oh- sorry! I- I mean, that's not due until the end of Christmas vacation, so, don't you think that we could find something ELSE to occupy ourselves?" he asked, taking the book, parchment, and quill off of my lap.

"Like what?" I asked incredulously.

"I don't know," said Harry, stroking my hand and moving closer to me. "What do YOU want to do?"

I was lost in Harry's jade-green eyes, as he moved closer and closer to me, until there was virtually no space between the two of us. He brought his hand to my hair and moved my hair behind my shoulders, and leaned to my ear. "I want an answer," he whispered so softly that if it weren't for his voice vibrating on me, I probably wouldn't be able to tell what he said. I closed my eyes as he moved away from my ear, and opened them to see him no more than a few inches away from my face.

"I-I," I forced out, feeling breathless. Harry leaned closer to me, and I knew what he had in mind. "I- Harry!" I jumped up, completely disgusted with both of us. "What in Merlin's name is that matter with you?!"

"Er- erm- Hermione- wait! Don't leave!" said Harry, as I grabbed up my things and rushed toward the girls' staircase. I felt his hand wrap around my wrist, as I started up the staircase. Unfortunately, if a boy tries going up the staircase, it flattens.

"Argh! Harry!" I said, as we both slid down the staircase. I grabbed onto his arm, and, of course, he landed on top of me at the bottom of the stairs. I rolled my eyes, even though they were closed, gritted my teeth and tried not to look at Harry, as I said quietly, "Would you mind getting off of me?"

"Yes."

I looked up at him. "Harry, why are you acting like this?"

"Don't you mean, why was I not acting like this before?" he asked, leaning closer to me.

I was once again mesmerized by his eyes, as he leaned closer to me. I knew that if I didn't say something, something might happen between us...but the thing is I didn't say anything. My breathing was getting quicker, and I felt a shock run through my whole entire body as he kissed my cheek, then ear, then neck, traveling around. My mind was screaming DO SOMETHING, IS THIS WANT YOU REALLY WANT? but my body wasn't reacting correctly. Finally, I forced out something. "Harry," I whispered breathlessly. Harry just kissed closer and closer to my mouth. "Harry, no, s- st- stop-

Suddenly, I heard someone saying the password, and Harry jumped off of me, and dashed toward the couch in front of the fire. I grabbed up my things and ran up the stairs, as I saw Ron enter the common room and heard him say, "Harry, where have you been?"

I dashed into the dormitories, and, after I quickly shut the door, I leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. "Oh gosh, what am I going to do, what am I going to do?" I asked myself aloud. I mean, think of the possibilities. What if Harry went and told everyone? What would they think of us? Or, what if Harry just pretended to completely forget about what happened? Wouldn't that make things completely different between us? Or, what if it's just his hormones, and he keeps doing this while nobody's looking. Wouldn't that make it completely awkward between us when it's not just the two of us? Everything was reeling through my head, the endless possibilities torturing me.

I walked over to my desk, sat down, and lay my head on the desk.

"Or, what if he actually DOES want something between us?"