"Us?" she raised a brow. "What about us? There isn't a us." She wasn't liking where this was going. Not one bit. All she expected here was Malfoy being told he and she had to organise something together for the dance or were given a job to do. Not 'us'.

"Not yet…" he looked away, but still held her hands. "But hopefully there will be."

"I don't understand Draco." She looked to the door, as if hoping someone breathing fire and lashing his tail around in black would storm through there for her.

"Well…" he took a deep breath. "It is tradition that the head boy and girl go together to the dance." When she thought before she didn't like where this was going, she decided she didn't mean it. NOW she REALLY didn't like where this was going. Again her eyes darted to the locked door. "Well basically…Granger I'm…" he looked down, his pale skinned face glowing a light pink on his cheeks. He then scowled and pulled her hands. Hermione fell forward with a yelp…

…and into Draco Malfoy's arms. She looked up into his eyes, and panicked even more when his arms wrapped around her, successfully pinning her arms to her sides. She was trapped in Malfoy's embrace, and there was no escape. "I, Hermione." He stressed. "I want…" it was shocking enough to see Malfy trying to be civil with her, and holding her, never mind the Casanova prince of Slitherin himself at a loss for words. "Look." He said bluntly, and looked right into her hazel eyes. "I'm the head boy. You're the head girl. Its damn tradition, and-" then the door banged full swing open and like she had only seen in her mind, stood a seething Draco.

Her Draco. "Not you." Malfoy groaned, and looked apprehensive about the way Draco had his hands clawed deep into the door frame, and his back arched.

He sensed her distress, and smelt her fear the close he got to her, heard her yelp, kicked the door open, saw Malfoy with his fucking hands on his Hermione, and lost his temper like never before.

"Get your hands off her." The venom that dripped from his words, was enough to chill the spines of all who heard it. He stalked into the room, his fingers wide apart as if he was going to claw Malfoy at any moment. "Have you forgotten the last time we met outside of the classroom, Malfoy?"

"I remember." His arms slid down her and held her hands. "My father is in St. Mungo's thanks to you."

"Huh?" Hermione played dumb.

"Forget it." Draco M placed a finger on her lips. "It's nothing. Just…we need to talk." He then nodded and walked out the door, after brushing shoulders with Draco D, and receiving a low hissing growl. Only when he was gone, did Draco let his form relax once more, and he looked to Hermione. She looked to him, as if not sure whether to say or do anything just yet. She didn't have to wait long until Draco walked over to her, and grabbed her shoulders.

"What did he say?"

"All he did was say he wanted to talk, and he tried to say something about us both being the head's of year, and tradition. But he didn't manage to spit it out before you came in." she smiled. "Thanks. That guy really makes me feel nervous. Even more so when he is trying to be nice to me." She had to smile when he put his hand on her back, and walked her all the way back to the hall. But dinner was finished so they couldn't go back in. the house elves were busy cleaning up. As much as Hermione wanted to go in and help out, Draco made her decision for her, and threw her over his shoulder.

"I don't care if they are being whipped while they work, you are not going to do manual labour."

"Hay! That is my choice!"

"Not today it isn't. besides, you should be taking it easy."

"And why is that?" she huffed and folded her arms. He was carrying her over his shoulder like a damn sack of potatoes, and she didn't like it.

"You have spent the main part of last week in the infirmary, you tell me."

"I am fine now. And besides, if I was so ill, then I would be spewing all over you right now from the way you are holding me!"

"Is that a request for a different position?" he chuckled.

"Yes, please."

"As you wish." He swung her forward and into his arms. When everyone started to stare, she glowed bright red.

"Put me down…"

"No."

"Please put me down."

"No."

"I said please!"

"So? Since when do I give a shit about manners?"

"Oh yeah…forgot about that. Well then." She took a deep breath. "PUT ME THE HELL DOWN RIGHT NOW!" she snarled at him at the end, letting him know instinctively she meant business.

"Now that is more like it." He smirked, and lowered her to her feet. He leaned on her shoulder with his elbow easily from his height advantage, and chuckled down at her. "I will make a bad ass of you yet."

"Oh you wish."

"I do actually."

"You want me to act like you?"

"That could be fun." He chuckled, almost sending Hermione into a daze. Merlin his voice is so…drug like when he is happy. She shuck her head and smiled to him.

"I bet you wouldn't like it."

"Why?"

"Because if you wanted to hang around someone just like you, you wouldn't be my friend now would you? You would stay by yourself all the time."

"Well…that is how I was before I met you." He shrugged.

"Oh…well tough mister." She poked his chest with a grin. "I am not being like you. I am me and proud of it."

"And that is the right attitude." He play punched her shoulder…and sent her straight to the floor. "Fuck! Hermione!" he panicked and ran over her. "Are you alright!"

"You great lummox!" she giggled as he pulled her to her feet. "One word, nightmare." She rolled her eyes at him, and rubbed her shoulder. "No harm done." She reassured him when he seemed to fixate on her shoulder, as if looking for injuries. "Don't worry."

"I didn't mean to-" Hermione put the top of her head on his gut, and started to try and walk forwards. She was going nowhere. "Hermione, what are you doing?"

"Showing you how it feels when I tell you to stop worrying. I keep pushing and pushing, walking forward when I tell you to stop worrying, and yet you don't move." She then looked up, smiling, and he had his head to one side.

"You are really something you know that?" he ruffled her hair and walked past her.

"HAY!" she ran up to him, and bumped her hip against his upper thigh.

"And what did that symbolise?"

"Erm…nothing." She chuckled and out her hands on her hips. "I just felt like it."

"My, you are certainly acting playful now aren't you?"

"Well you're being boring." She closed her eyes and folded her arms.

"Boring?"

"I had more fun when Malfoy was holding my hands."

"He was holding your what?"

"Hands…oh Draco! In a friendly, none aggressive way I swear." Nice to see you get jealous Draco. She grinned to herself, and then remembered something from the book.

Hungarian Horntails get especially territorial when other Dragons threaten their nests, stomping grounds or mates.

Does he think I am his possession or mate? She chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing, just thinking."

"About?"

"This." She walked behind him, poked his back, and stopped there. After a moment of sheer curiosity, Draco looked over his shoulder at her. She was just stood behind him.

"What are you doing?" he turned to face her, but she scooted around with him, and just stood behind him. "Ok, you are really asking for it."

"Am I? I didn't say a word." She bit her lip, and ducked as he moved again. She stayed behind him and soon saw it was starting to get to him. He started to run around in circles and reach out with both hands to catch her.

"Why you little!" he finally tricked her by faking left, and then turning right. Hermione stuck her tongue out, and ran up the stairs to the Gryffindor tower. "Get back here!" he ran after her until he reached the portrait of the fat lady, and no one else. "Hermione? Hermione!" he couldn't see her anywhere, and growled to himself. Then, Hermione waved her wand and became visible to him. "Very clever."

"I do try." She smirked. "But you didn't catch me."

"Was I supposed to?"

"Yes." She put her wand in her pocket, and folded her arms. "Haven't you ever heard of Wizard tag?"

"…no…"

"What? Really?" oh wait, he did spend all his life with dragons…

"No, really. What is it?"

"Well, it is like this." She walked up to him and tapped his chest. "I have just tug you. You are on and now must catch me. I can use magic that affects only myself, ok?" she then stepped back, and waited.

"So I have to catch you and 'poke' you with my finger?"

"Yes I suppose you could put it that way."

"Alright." He smirked and lowered his stance. "But there will be no escape."

"I will certainly try." She smiled, and it became a stand off. "I can wait here all day."

"Never rush a hunt Hermione. One little movement can decide everything." He bent his arms at his sides, looking very primal indeed. "One move could be the difference between bagging your pray, and going without."

"Without what?"

"You tell me." He chuckled, and still kept his stance.

"What are you waiting for?" she stood up normally. That was her downfall. She had for that fraction of a second lowered her guard, and that was all it took for him to pounce on her. Hermione was pinned between him and the floor quicker than she could blink.

"For that, thank you for lowering your defences. If you were my pray, and I was a predator…" she heard him hissing with delight. "I would be devouring you right now." He said huskily, and she felt the warm leather of his mask, right over his mouth, rub lightly against her neck. Hermione relaxed her body, and they both wish she hadn't. Because once she did, Draco slipped between her legs, pressing all of him against all of her, and she felt something very.

Very.

Very.

Hard. And it wasn't his belt either…

Oh boy, how could I have been turning him on by playing wizard tag with him? Wait…how could I have been so stupid! It must have been the challenge of catching me and proving his strength that aroused him, darn. I forgot about the mating rituals to carelessly. She gulped.

He said nothing.

And they both looked either up into red eye pieces, or down into hazel eyes.

"From down here…" she blushed. "You do look like a bit of a predator…" he said nothing, and still gazed down at her. He was leaning on his elbows and forearms, his hands at either side of her head. But his face was slowly moving closer to hers. "…Draco…" her hands lifted up to his mask, and he flinched. She wished she didn't even move because he then seemed to wake up, and jolt up off her as quickly as possible. Possibly faster.

"I must leave you now. Good night." He walked off at a pace of a run, and Hermione whimpered.

"Draco…" her head hung forward, and her bushy hair covered her eyes. I didn't meant to scare you off…really…she grit her teeth and nodded. Well, I will just have to get you back tomorrow. I will find a way, I am a smart girl, I'll think of one. She thought, very determined and turned to the fat lady. Luckily, she had fallen asleep and didn't witness the little heated display before her. Hermione felt awful about it, but she woke her up, and entered the common room. There, she took herself off to her room, and read intently on how Dragon behaviour, until it was time for bed.

However, someone paced his room as Hermione read her books. He was tall for his age, had platinum blonde hair in soft curtains, grey eyes, almost ivory skin and a worried look on his face. The room was the Head boy's room in the Slitherin tower, and the boy was Draco Malfoy.

Ever since his father got roasted before his eyes, he had been thinking a lot lately. He always saw his father as invincible, strong and powerful. But he looked like none of those things when he was being tended to in St Mungo's. He didn't even look human. True, he would be well again soon, but there was something in his eyes. Draco sat down on his bed, and held his chin.

His father had something in his eyes, it was like a forgotten knowledge had come back to him, or a skeleton had emerged from his darkest closet. Or maybe even both. It was very odd when he was Owled by his father that very morning…

Flash back

"Master Malfoy, it is time to awaken."

"Oh shut up you infernal object of my hatred!" Draco pulled his wand from under his pillow, and flipendo-ed the enchanted clock off the table. "Damn thing." Draco Malfoy crawled out of bed; put his black jeans on and a woolly green jumper. He brushed his hair perfectly, and splashed water on his face. When he was fully awake, he brushed his teeth and went down to breakfast. Crab and Goyle were waiting for him at the dungeon entrance as usual, and walked at either side of him to the great hall for breakfast. There, he sat with his breakfast and was about to sip his orange juice when an odd black raven swooped into the hall. It landed right before him, and offered him it's leg. At first Draco looked around to see it if was possibly for someone else, but when the raven started to peck at his hand, he knew it was for him. He pulled the brown envelope from it's clawed leg, and unravelled a very blemished piece of parchment.

Dear young master Malfoy.

Already you will know just who this is, boy.

It has become apparent to me, that there is a new student in your year. A male student who will not show his face in the light of day, nor the moon of night. And he has shown to yourself, young Goyle and crab, and especially your father the ability to expel fire orally. You have a mission.

At that he looked around, and told Crab and Goyle to beat it. They obeyed, and raided the bun trays. When his eyes returned to the letter, he made sure he was alone and no one else would be able to read over his shoulder.

You are to monitor the boy in question and report to me the day when anything eventful transpires, or once a week otherwise with what you have observed. Anything menial is to be included, even if he mentions dark arts, parents, his past, preferences, hobbies, anything is useful information to our cause. He is important boy, take this mission seriously. For if you do not, your fate shall be that far worse that what your dear father is suffering.

"Why is Draco so important to…" he trailed off, glad he hadn't said 'great lord' aloud. "It sounds almost personal…"

I have also come by the knowledge through young Zabini's father that he is rather attached to young Miss Granger. She is friends with potter and we can not afford him to alliance to potter and Dumbledore under any circumstances. Be as pleasant as possible without being suspected, and you are to get as close to Mss Granger as humanly possible boy. I have learned that a certain event shall be taking place at your school, and so, you shall have your opportunity to get into Granger's good books through it. Your clue boy, is tradition. You will know what your opportunity is when the time comes. Make sure to be punctual to dinner this evening. No one, not even your ape minded lackeys are to know of this mission.

If Granger is the key to opening the door to this boy, then you must make sure you have every single digit around her at all times. I am sure you know what I mean by that boy.

This is not a test, this is no trial or practise run. This is the real deal boy, you must ensure your proximity to Granger and the boy at all times, and you must get as close, closer if possible to her than even Potter. Mss Granger just became a very important piece of the chessboard. Once we have her on our side, or more to the point your side, the boy is mine.

Do not fail me boy, you will not like the punishment for failure.

And that was it. The letter ended with a threat, and Draco yelped as the letter ignited in his hands. It dropped into his breakfast, and suddenly he didn't feel so hungry.

End flash back

And that was how Draco got his first mission from the dark lord. He had to get touchy touchy with Granger, watch hot mouth, report everything and anything to the dark lord, and had to look like he liked it.

The part he was still upset about was the closeness to Granger. He had taken great pleasure in torturing the bushy headed brain box since day one, and she knew it. So getting close to her was going to take not only a while, but a lot of hard work. She thought he was a jerk, and he didn't pretend he wasn't. But he would have to be civil, even friendly to her from now on. All for his lord.

He would have to get close to her outside of lessons, in lessons, be seen doing this, and go to the dance with her.

Oh yes, he was scowling to himself when he heard Dumbledore utterthat it was a 'traditional dance' and that 'the head boy and girl, either together or with other partners, will dance to open the ball to everyone else with the graceful dance of the Jade Dragon'.

Thrilled, was not the word.

He knew he had to make sure he went with Granger, and not go with any of the other girls he would much rather be going with. And people would talk when they realise he is being nice to her, and taking her to the dance. He almost asked her too, until tall dark and bad tempered stormed in. One worry he had however, was that the other Draco would ask her. He had to corner her tomorrow and ask her, demand it if he had to. He had to. He couldn't fail. He wouldn't survive failure.

Even the thought made him gulp.

"So Granger. It comes to this does it." He stood up and put his hands through his hair. "I will have to just sweep you off your feet, figure out a way to make sure Draco D can't go to the ball, and still be in both your good books. Why does it sound like I just set myself unattainable targets?" he sighed. "Oh yeah, because I did."

Draco laid in his bed, one hand still in his flawless hair and staring up at the roof of his bed. Then he smirked. "Why, I know how to get you to go to the dance with me." His smirk grew. "If I were to seduce you…and make you think you were my girlfriend…then you would do anything for me. Go to the dance, tell me all you know about Draco…" he licked his lips. "Other things…" he chuckled, and closed his eyes. "It has been a long time since my last. I wonder how you would be Granger? Would the book worm be an A student in bed too?" he sighed, at ease once more. "I'll soon see. Give me a week, I'll have you in my bed in a week, tops."

AN: Oooooo

So what is this? The dark lord has orders for Draco M, he has sexual ideas about poor Hermione, and Draco DDD had that little 'hard' incident with her earlier. And when will Harry drag Ron by his ear over to Hermione to apologise!

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