AN this story is a HG/DM don't worry! But Hermione is going to need a confident soon! Plus Moldy Voldie is going to be sticking his nose in people's business. Nasty Bugger.

Chapter Four

Flesh and Fantasy

What is so funny about missing a tongue, whispered a dark voice?

Draco froze. He looked up to see if Granger heard the whisper over the loud music. She didn't.

"Err… Granger… I'm kind of perched… I'm going to go get something to drink", Draco lied, as he walked towards the smoke to find the mysterious voice.

Draco's heart nearly jumped as the man pulled him into an even darker corner.

Draco immediately thought of his father, looking up, he saw dark obsidian eyes.

"Professor Snape", Draco sighed in relief.

"Here is the deal", Snape said to Draco frostily, "You are going to get a drink at the bar and I am going to talk to Miss. Granger. If you are lucky I just might not get the two of you into trouble for being out of school."

"Deal?"

"Deal."

After Malfoy went to get something to drink, Hermione grabbed someone else in the crowd to dance with. In the hot and sensual atmosphere it really didn't matter whom as long as he didn't step on her toes.

Turning around to grab her new dance partner she was pleased with her find. She couldn't see him in the smoke but she knew that he had some nice muscles. Mmmmm he smelled good. Sandalwood and musk. Swaying her hips and arms; Hermione realized that this comfortable smell was awfully familiar.

'Oh God', Hermione's heart nearly stopped when she realized that she was dancing in a club with one of her teachers. Her potions master to be more precise. 'I'll finish this dance and hopefully he won't recognize me' she thought to herself. 'Otherwise I am dead'.

Severus Snape knew the moment Miss. Granger recognized him. Her back momentarily stiffened and then she hid her surprise spectacularly. When the music began to slow he knew that she would try to make her escape from the "bat of the dungeons."So he grabbed her and pulled her against him for the slow song.

"Listen Miss. Granger", Snape whispered into her ear, "I am going to tell you a few things that you better keep quiet. If you do, you may get away with this little escapade that you obviously instigated. Firstly, he isn't a deatheater, yet, so there still may be hope. Second, Draco is a real person he isn't someone to be shaped into your dream boy just because he is a "misunderstood bad boy". Third, You need to be more careful when you are associating with him, or some one worse will catch you. And lastly, if he ever hurts you, you have to swear to tell me, so I can thoroughly stomp his arse.

Hermione looked at her professor with confusion.

"Sir?" she questioned.

"Don't ask questions", he whispered with a hoarse ragged voice. 'Just swear to me". Although his exterior was calm, suave, and collected, his interior was secretly pleading, crying, and dying.

"I swear", she said solemnly looking him dead in the eye, "but you should know Malfoy and I aren't even friends, yet"

"Good", he nearly smiled, "now go before an evil vampire finds the two of you out of bed. And don't forget to keep it quiet."

Hermione nodded although she was still confused.

"Goodnight Professor Snape", Hermione said to his back.

I have officially decided that there is nothing more fun than dancing. Granger said what we did last night was "clubbing". Sounds brutal but I loved it. Dancing like that was better than winning a quidditch match. My grandfather probably turned over in his grave at the mere sight of me dancing with a mudblood like that. Whatever Professor Snape said to her last night really got her addled she grabbed me by the arm, drug me out of the club, and refused to talk about it. Professor McGonagall said that we needed to plan an event for the end of the month. We should have a dance.

Draco Severus Malfoy

It is a well-known fact that the Slytherins hated the Gryffindors. The Gryffindors hated the Slytherins and potions. And every student hated Mondays. So naturally, The Gryffindor had double potions every Monday morning with the Slytherins.

Snape was in a particularly bad mood that morning. Seeing Hermione Granger sitting with Neville Longbottom he decided he would separate them. Unluckily for Neville he decided to split up Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Luckily Hermione didn't get stuck with Draco.

Hermione was kind of glad that Professor Snape sat her with Blaise Zabini. He was a good potions student so she didn't have to worry about being attacked by a living blob. He was also a lady's man, and even though he was a stuck up pureblood he was always trying to sweet talk girls. She could overlook that. She was good at throwing guys off if they had the idea that they could get "lucky" or get their homework done for free. All she had to do was shoot them an icy look that would make their blood freeze, not to mention she knew some spectacular jinxes.

While she was slicing her salamander tail she felt something brush against her leg. She scooted away from Blaise. Then he "accidentally" brushed her hand with his while picking up the vial of rat whiskers. The "go-to-hell"looks she was shooting him were, amazingly, not working. Instead, they just caused him to try harder. When he whispered a question about the potion in her ear he let his lips linger a little to close and a little toolong. Just as Hermione was about to tell him off for not taking a hint she got an idea.

She didn't notice obsidian and slate eyes shooting evil glares at their table.

Snape was furious. He had moved Granger to get her away from Longbottom's googly eyes. And what does he get, her and Blaiseopenly flirting.

Just like his godfather Draco was pissed. From his seat in the back he had aperfect view of all the Slytherins. Blaise Zabini was openly flirting with Granger. Watching the two was infuriating. Even the boys of the golden trio were astounded

"Lean closer Blaise you have something on your shoulder", Hermione whispered at the gloating Slytherin.

"What is it?" he asked her, noticing that she was looking pointedly at a spot on his arm.

Hermione grinned at him. "Your big head!" she said, uncharacteristically slapping him in the face. "Take a hint!"

"Miss Granger! Stay after class!" the potions professor shouted.

Draco watched Granger's face pale. She knew she was in trouble. In his book he didn't blame her. Blaise was never good at taking hints, even if they were from a blunt Gryffindor. He should have known better to flirt with Granger. Her sleeping with a Slytherin was as likely as her dating the potion's master (who was obviously a Slytherin himself), or joining the Dark Lord for that matter

Hermione looked at her professor expecting anything from detentions to expulsion.

"Five points from Gryffindor! For hitting a student, Miss Granger!"

Yes sir Hermione replied meekly.

"Leave!"

Students scrambledto get out the door, leaving Hermione and Draco the last ones left in the potions classroom.

Draco walked from the back of the classroom to Hermione's desk where she was putting her books in her bag. Draco said nothing to her as he left a folded piece of parchment on her desk.

Hermione picked it up to see that it was blank. Giving it further study she saw that words were beginning to appear on it.

H, Flying lessons tonight after our head meeting with Dumbledore, go ahead and make your excuses to Potty and Weasel.

D