Disclaimer: Not mine. Unfortunately.
Chapter One
The first night Draco slept with Hermione, it was uncomfortable. And cold. And he wasn't allowed to even touch her, let alone do anything mildly X-rated.
"God, Granger! I'm freezing out here," Draco complained. "A guy could die out here! What's the point in making me change outside when I didn't bring anything to change into?"
"Because if you change inside, it's indecent," Hermione insisted from inside the tent, tucking the blankets around herself tighter.
"Indecent, my-" Draco grumbled, yanking his last pant leg off and pulling the zipper of the tent down violently before crawling in.
Hermione was uneasily aware that while she was kitted out in her unflattering checked flannel pyjamas, Draco was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. She coughed into the awkward silence, trying not to look at his naked flesh, from his slightly defined muscles to the blonde hair that was scattered lightly from his bellybutton to the waistband of his satin boxers… Her face grew hot. Draco, blissfully ignorant to the tension she felt, made himself as comfortable as he could amongst the piles of blanket in the two-man tent that the school had so kindly purchased in the Muggle world. Because of course the thought of having a tent that might actually have space to hold more than a toothpick was ridiculous. Hermione wasn't quite sure if she was okay with him being so… close to her.
"You know, McGonagall never said we actually had to sleep in the same tent," she pointed out. "So, maybe so that we're not… umm, we're not…"
"Cosied up?" Draco offered nonchalantly.
Hermione cringed at the words. "Kind of."
Draco smirked. "But Granger, it's so much warmer like this. Actually, I have an idea that will keep us even warmer."
"You sleeping outside?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Well, I was thinking wild, raucous sex, but I suppose not?" Draco said, sighing loudly.
Hermione spluttered.
"Definitely not!" she exclaimed. "McGonagall told us, any Head Boys and Girls who involve in-"
"Wild, raucous sex-" Draco interrupted.
"Intimacy, actually- are dismissed from their roles and can even be expelled. Immediately," Hermione replied hotly.
Draco rolled his eyes. "What's the point in sticking the Head Boy and Girl in a tent, a Mudblood tent at that, in the middle of the freaking Forbidden Forest for a week in the holidays unless they were expecting them to get it on?"
"McGonagall told us!" We have topics and issues to discuss! The reason for this is to get ahead and form a professional relationship so we can be as efficient as possible in our roles!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Whatever," Draco said, quickly losing interest.
Hermione made a noise of frustration, pulled out a copy of Hogwarts: A History, and yanked it open viciously. Draco, oblivious, caught his reflection in Hermione's mirror in the corner and admired himself. His jaw was almost perfect, he reckoned. And his eyes were definitely striking. He flexed his arm muscles and wondered to himself why he had been chosen for Head Boy. Was it his charm, his flawless physique, his superior intelligence, or perhaps his empathy and kindness. That must be it, he decided. He positively glowed with his kindness.
"Granger," he said, still examining his reflection, "do you think I radiate compassion?"
Hermione resisted the urge to snort.
"Maybe," she said thoughtfully. "If you, you know…"
"What?" Draco said eagerly, leaning closer to her.
"Well, if you were a different person," she finished with a flourish.
Draco groaned and flopped back onto his makeshift bed.
"Thanks a bunch, Granger," he muttered. "Any fool could see that I radiate compassion like the sun radiates light."
Hermione rolled her eyes, clapped her book shut and charmed the lights off.
"If the sun somehow stopped working," she added.
Draco made an incomprehensible noise.
"Hope you sleep badly, Mudblood."
"Good night to you too, Draco."