AN: I know I have been a while, but I try to update as many of my stories as I can.

But here I am, and I am sorry I haven't updates for a while.

But I just got a really good idea for this chapter, so I thought I better get it down before I loos it!

Enjoy,

Draguna.

It was Tuesday, which meant single Herbology, single transfiguration (or dancing lessons), ad finally double divinations. And that was all for the day.

Hermione was now sat by her bench, looking over at Harry and Ron. She had tried to sit with Harry, but it was two a work bench now, after an accident happened with a mandrake plant because there were too many people round a bench. Darn. She thought, and faced forward. They were given the given seedlings for Poxy plants, which she thought was quite ironic, and gathered their equipment. She was given a square of fresh dirt, and she knelt down. As she used a trowel to free the soil, she was overcast by a large shadow.

"I'm late." Hermione smiled. She knew that curt voice anywhere.

"Good to see you." She said with relief. For a moment, she thought it was Malfoy. As he looked down into her relieved face, he lowered from his 7 feet, to his knees with her.

"What can I do?" he said a bit more gently, and she smiled.

"Could you sprinkle them with sugar sap water as I plant them?"

"Yes, I can do that." They shared a comfortable silence as they worked. Hermione would push a small red seed deep into the soil and cover it up, and then Draco would pour the liquid from a bowl shaped container, with a thin spout.

"Wait." She stopped him, and held his hands over the watering can. They simply looked into each other silently for a moment, and Hermione had a blush over her face. Her soft smile made the warmest feeling make a blanket over his chest, and he looked at her lovingly. But his mask and red lenses prevented her from seeing this. "You don't want to drown them." she gentle helped him pour a few drops on the last planted seedling. "A little TLC will help them grow. Not smothering, but caring for." He still looked to her, until she blushed even more. He didn't even seem to register that she was talking, just gazing at her.

"Thank you…"

"No problem. Glad to help." She chuckled quietly, so Prof Sprout wouldn't be able to hear them. Slowly, he started to lean towards her, and she half closed her eyes. As if she expected him to kiss her through his mask. And it looked like he was going to…

"Next seed?"

"Oh!" she was so embarrassed. She had been staring up at him, her lips inches away from his covered mouth. "Yes, of course." She released his hands, and returned to pushing the seeds under the soil gently.

"You are very good at this." He whispered kindly.

"My parents are muggles. And my mother loves to garden…"

"Understood." He chuckled, and waited. When she was focused on covering up a seed, he shuffled closer to her. "So you like rolling around then?" Hermione blushed. "Home bred as a dirty girl."

"Draco!" she looked like a tomato. He laughed his head off, and poured a few drops over the next seed patch.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." He still chuckled as she pouted and planted the other seeds. "Don't sulk Hermione, please? I was only teasing." He spoke into her hear, so no one else heard.

"Well, I would rather you didn't tease me in such a manor." She walked away from him and over to the bench. They now had to clean away, and start a seed diary, and check on the seeds at least once before next lesson.

"Then how would you like me to tease you?" he chuckled again, and smirked.

"Oh you." She play smacked his arm. "Men, all the same. Just seeing how hard you can push me." She threw him a goofy scowl. He laughed and cleared the bench away, with a flick of his hand. "You need to teach me how to do that…" she said, and then pulled out her wand. "Scourgify." She cleaned her clothes, and then the bench. She then saw him wave his hand, and he was completely clean, his black robes perfect.

"So, what do we do now?"

"If you were here on time." She said in her usual voice, that made her Hermione, and he cocked his head to one side. He leaned his hip against the desk and folded his desk.

Merlin that pose made her knees go weak…She realised she was staring again, and looked back to her diary. "You would know we have a seedling diary to keep. You have to check on 'our babies' once at least before next lesson."

"Our babies?" He smirked, knowing she was turning bright red. "I don't remember getting up to that." He said slyly, and he saw her hands clench around her quill.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat, and pushed a clear diary over for him. "I saved you one. Just encase." He smiled. Even when he was being suggestive with innuendo, she managed to think of him. She was certainly special.

"Thanks." He pulled a black feather quill from his inside robe pocket, and scribbled down on his diary.

Hermione glanced up at him, and then snapped her head back down.

He was looking at her, and caught her. "Can I help you?"

"No." she wanted to just vanish. "I just, well…do you know what you're doing?"

"No. I was waiting for you to tell me."

"Oh, right. Well…" And she began to explain how to present the diary. She leaned over his book, and pointed where what heading needed to go where. "And you put the progress inches here." She continued to explain, as he leaned closer to her. She used the shiny strip of metal around her new quill, to watch him. His face kept getting closer and closer to her hair, and she heard him sniff at her. "And…a a a new heading here." She collected herself.

"Interesting." But he wasn't listening. She smelt of such sweet spices, her natural scent. She and other humans wouldn't be able to smell it, but she was ripe with fresh spices and delicious fruits as her natural musk. It drove him insane. That was what drew him to her in the main hall, the first time he met her. She was unique from everyone else, and her smell was just one aspect to this. "Go on."

"Time to pack up everyone. And remember, these are you seedlings and you need to come and check on their height. Before next lesson please, as is the homework." Sprout sent them out of her greenhouse, went into a back greenery room, and Hermione looked up to Draco. There were still at the bench, and he was now half stood behind her, and half to the side.

"We should-" she stopped when he grabbed her shoulders and span her round. He shoved her back against the bench, and he growled loudly. She could hear him panting and could see his chest raising and falling. He then growled again, and pushed her up onto the bench, so she sat on it. Hermione's eyes were wide open, and her hands held onto his forearms. She never took her eyes away from his red lenses. Out the corner of her eye, she saw his tail lash out from his robes, and wave behind him madly. Slowly, he used his hold on her shoulders to push her backwards, laying her on the table. Whether it was from fright, or from excitement, Hermione's heart beat had doubled in pace, and her breathing slowly got heavier. When her back was flat against the table and her legs were open, she heard him roar loudly. He pulled her towards him, and pressed his groin right against her underwear, beneath her skirt. Hermione gasped, her breathing laboured now, and her lips parted. Draco pressed one large gloved hand over her chest and held her down. She yelped, and saw him pull a long black blindfold from his robes. "Draco."

"Shhhh." He purred, and his tail coiled around her lower thigh, now behind him. Her hands were now gripping the bench sides tightly, and she did nothing as he wrapped the blindfold around her eyes. Darkness consumed her, and she took a long gasp.

A hand held the outside of her right hip, up her skirt, and a finger pushed up the outside of her underwear. The other cupped her face…but felt different. It wasn't the warm leather of his gloves…it was…soft. His hands felt cool, and smoother than any leather, or any skin either…she then felt sharp claws tracing her cheeks, drawing small circles and then brushing hair from her face. The hand left her face, and she heard a clear, unmuffled growl, so low, it was almost a purr.

He isn't wearing his mask!

"D Draco." She whimpered, until his heavy breath beat down on her lips. She moaned very quietly, as he brushed her lips with his. They weren't rough, but smooth and soft. But softer than his hands. She wanted to bring her hands up and feel his face, and panicked when they wouldn't move. He's bound my hands! She then struggled, but froze solid when he finally sealed his mouth with hers. Her eyes closed underneath the blindfold, and she lowered back on the bench. Draco leaned over her, and smoothed his mouth over hers to the other side. He pulled back, but nipped her bottom lip with sharp canines. She then sucked his upper lip into her mouth, and he growled with approval. He then sensually slid his tongue into her mouth, and cupped her face again.

Slowly at first, they kissed. They kissed, pulled back, and their tongues met in the air. They then slid them against each other until their mouths closed together again, and Draco gripped both her hips with a groan in his throat. It rumbled through her, and he ground himself against her. She could feel the bulge of his arousal against her now, and closed her legs around his waist. He obviously approved of this, from the way he moaned.

"Mmmm." He thrust against her, and a hand left her left hip. She felt it again, as it gently 'snaked' its way up the bottom of her shirt, and towards her breasts…when.

"Boy!" Draco snarled loudly, and she felt his warm body leave her instantly. She whimpered for him to come back, and fulfil the burning fire he ignited within her, but he didn't return. Hermione slid herself off the table, and fell to her knees. She was still panting, and listened for something. Anything.

"Draco?" she was roughly yanked up onto her feet, and then released.

"And what do you think you are doing Ms Granger?"

"Professor Snape!" Hermione pulled the blindfold down, and gasped up at the greasy potions master.

"Nice to know you are not victim of the Obliteration charm Ms Granger. Now answer the question."

"I…I…"

"Was helping me clear up." Hermione snapped her head over her shoulder, and her hair waved in the air.

Draco was pulling his last glove back on, his mask perfectly in place. "Isn't that right Hermione?"

"…yes…"

"Well, you are late for your next lesson." He spat. "And if I catch you doing that again…or getting close as it where…" he shuck his head at Hermione. "I would have thought better of you Ms Granger, being the head girl. And just you." He then looked over to Draco. "I suppose it is the company you keep that is finally affecting you." He then walked past them. "Now leave or you will lose points for what I have seen." He looked to Draco again. "For catching you with 'your hand in the cookie jar', as it where." He then turned his back, and walked off.

"Draco…"

"We are late." He said curtly. Hermione felt almost frozen from his response. "If we shadow jump, we will not be too late. And I know you do value your punctuality so, Hermione." He said aloof, and threw a hand out at her, as if he didn't want to touch her.

She looked at his hand, and felt a tear fall down her face.

He had been so intimate, so close, so wonderful with her before…and now…he was as bad as Snape.

No, worse.

"No thanks." She closed her eyes, straightened her clothes out, and pulled her bag over her shoulder. "I have next lesson anyway, you don't." she started walking away from him. "You refuse to go to the ball, and it is me who 'values my punctuality' after all." She then pushed the green house doors open, and stormed out.

How dare he!

Ho dare he use me like that, and then push me aside. He is so insensitive. He doesn't even think before he acts, does he? She growled in anger.

"Thinking about me?" He glared to her. How dare she walk away from him after he touched her, kissed her held her…almost loved her…

"I have nothing nice to say to you right now, so I will say nothing to you at all. So I can calm down first." She walked straight past him, and towards the castle. To transfiguration.

"You are late Ms Granger."

"Sorry Professor. I was held up at the greenhouse." She leered down at the memory, and sat at her desk. She was about to pull to her wand, when she realised everyone was stood up, and the other desks were against the wall.

"Have you forgotten what this class has been allocated to, Ms Granger? Get up and prepare for the music, before I dock points for your tardiness. If it wasn't because of your otherwise flawless attendance…" she trailed off, as Hermione stood up.

Oh no, that means…

"I almost thought you weren't coming." Draco Malfoy put a hand on her shoulder, and smirked down at her with his lady killer smile.

"I didn't come…" she mumbled to herself, and then smacked herself mentally for that thought.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." She took a deep breath. She didn't want to bite at Malfoy for her frustration with Draco. Not when he wanted to 'start over'.

"Then shall we?" he bowed to her, and she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No." he then took her hands, and led her into the middle of the room.

"Now Class." Minerva addressed them all. "Today we shall practise the moves I taught you yesterday, but you must perfect them today, as I shall be adding more to them next week. And I have no doubt none of you will even practise before then." She sighed.

"We will." Draco whispered in her ear, and held her hip in one hand, and her hand in the other. Before she could correct him on that, the music sang over the murmurs, and silenced them all. "You look a little flushed."

"Don't ask." She growled, and was still tense with anger as Draco stepped to the side.

"Relax Hermione."

"I am relaxed." She spat, and he blinked at her. "I mean…oh fuck."

"Hermione." He chuckled. "I think that is the first time I have heard the perfect little Gryffindor swear." He smirked. "I like it."

"I don't." She huffed, and took a deep breath. "Happy?" she let herself calm down, and he took the lead again. Hermione had to hold his hand, and have her left hand out at her side, as if she was holding the end of her dress.

"Now twirl."

"Thank you Malfoy, but I can remember the moves."

"Then twirl." He smirked. Hermione for once, scowled murder at him, and took a tight hold of his hand, crushing it.

This was not the day to piss with her, she was NOT in the mood for this!

"Bite me." She whispered venomously, and twirled under his hand. She then held his side, and he held hers. They held their opposite hands out, and walked slowly in a circle.

"Ouch, you are in a testy mood today Granger."

"I told you." He yanked her to his other side, and they held the other hip. "My name is Hermione. And yes, I will confess to that. So be nice." They locked glares, and Malfoy licked his lips at her.

"I haven't seen that fire in your eyes before Hermione."

"Oh?"

"No I haven't. And I like it."

"I suggest you keep your distance, or you may get burned." She pushed away from him, and arched her head back. Her knee came up, and her arms went out at her sides. Malfoy slid behind her, and held her hips. He lifted her up, and then lowered her to his side. Her arm then went over his shoulders, and she leaned on him.

"And what if I liked that idea? You, setting me ablaze." He winked at her with a lusty grin. He then twisted her hip, and she span on her one foot. He turned his waist to slot himself against her at the right point, so her raised leg coiled around his hip.

"But Malfoy." She held his shoulders, and slid her leg down his side, getting the attention of everyone in the class, and another outside the door. She then leaned against him, and whispered in his ear. "You're not fireproof." She then pushed his chest, sending him backwards, and stomped her foot down with the music.

It then stopped, and Hermione stormed off to her desk.

Draco leaned against the wall, and watched her with his grey eyes. She had proven to everyone she could dance, so she wasn't bothered by Professor McGonagall, or anyone else.

Thought Weasley looked like he wanted to, but Potter stopped him.

She became heavily engrossed in her Charms book, and still looked furious.

She looked so hot when she was furious, he thought.

"Very good class." She clapped them all, and the bell went. "Ms Granger, Mr Malfoy, please put the desks and chairs back in place, as they finished early."

"Yes Professor." Hermione answered, and watched as her teacher walked out.

"Now." Malfoy smirked, and pulled off the wall. "I want to play with fire." He raised his wand, and pushed some desks back into place.

"Malfoy." She growled, and waved her own wand, putting all the chairs back in place. "Don't." she warned, but he walked through the desk to her.

"You would like it. I know I will."

"I am warning you."

"Give in to me." He said huskily, and walked around her. Hermione pushed her now messy brown hair behind her ears, and closed her hazel eyes.

"No."

"Give in…" he breathed on her ear, and put both hands on her ass, before squeezing. She jumped and span round. She was about to raise her wand, when he pushed her shoulders. He pushed her all the way back to the wall, when he forced his mouth against her hard.

Hermione was in shock.

Her eyes were wide, and her hands came up.

She put them on his shoulders, and her blood ran cold as he tried to force his tongue in her mouth.

"Hermione…" how could she do that? Only an hour ago…she was in my arms… Draco had been so angry at her, and even more at himself, he had decided to come to transfiguration and apologise to her. But then he saw her dancing with him…and then this…

he couldn't stand to see this anymore, and turned away. "Hermione…" he felt his heart breaking, and walked into the shadows, and to his room.

"AAA!" Malfoy yowled in pain.

Hermione's knee was still raised from jolting into his groin, painfully powerfully. Malfoy rolled around on the floor, and Hermione sniffled. Tears were on her cheeks now, and she pointed her wand at him.

"You want to hear me swear Malfoy?" she scowled. "You bastard. And you call me filth." She grit her teeth, and then. "Stupefy!" Draco stopped moving, and Hermione glared at him, panting. His hands had gone everywhere, and she had no way of stopping him…until she kneed his balls. "Bastard…" she fell to her knees and sobbed once. "…bastard…" She picked herself up, and pulled her bag over her shoulder. She wrote a note and used McGonagall's owl to inform Madam Pomfrey of Malfoy. She then walked out of transfiguration, even more a mess than when she entered it.

Hermione sat in the dinner hall, and stared down at her plate. It was still full of steaming hot food, smelling enticing…but she wouldn't eat it. She would just throw it back up.

She had done exactly that as soon as she reached Divinations, and was told to go to the infirmary. But she didn't do that either.

She was doing a lot of things she shouldn't be doing today…

How did this happen?

Hermione had been a girl with no problems other than You know who's next plot, her next paper, and which book to read next.

But after today…

Malfoy was in the infirmary now, she was told from a letter by Dumbledore. How he knew about it, she could only assume through how he knows everything else too. It was stupid for her to think he wouldn't learn of a student being stupefied in his halls.

"Hermione." That voice was so cold, it was like a knife being stabbed into her. But she didn't care. After her run in with Malfoy, she just wanted to see Draco, her best friend.

"Oh Draco." She whimpered slightly, but covered her mouth with her hand. She gathered herself, and then smiled at him. "Hi."

"You look cheerful." His voice was still the same, and she frowned slightly. "Must have had a good dance lesson." He sat next to her forcefully, and put his arms on the table. He didn't look at her, but forward. "Did you?"

"No…" she looked down into her lap. "I wish you had brought me to Transfiguration after all. Even if you couldn't stay…"

"If you bring up that damn ball one more time!" he seethed. "It is none of your business why I don't want to go!"

"I…I didn't even ask-"

"And I know what you are doing." She blinked twice. "You and Dumbledore have a little deal don't you? Be nice to the outcast and teach him how to integrate into society, be a 'modal wizard'. Well, I would rather you were out front about it, not pretend to be my friend."

"But I am you friend! Why would you even think-"

"So how's Malfoy?" she was stunned by that. She simply stared at him, and he laughed evilly. "Don't be so shocked. I saw you two, dancing, and doing other things." She then rolled her eyes. He must have been watching, but not seen it all.

"Look, it wasn't what-"

"Hay, not my business." He interrupted her. "It's up to you who you grope around in empty classrooms with. I was just surprised, that's all." What was that supposed to mean? "I thought you had better taste in men." He scoffed. "I was obviously wrong."

"And what do you mean by that?" she clenched her hands over her knees under the table.

"Well, you are 16, a girl, innocent, untouched. Right up Malfoy's street. He likes that sort of girl."

"That sort of girl!"

"Well, you have spent all your life with your nose in the books, while other girls already know how to recite every type of protection spell and condom. I'm not surprised you're gagging for it. And Malfoy is just the kind of wizard to give it to you." Her mouth was open. She was speechless. Draco turned round, still sat, but leaned against the table. His elbows rested on it, and he looked up. "Just thought you would have gone to the weasel for that sort of thing. He seems as pathetically green like you."

"STOP IT!" Hermione jumped up, panting, her eyes watering, her hands at first at her sides, and breathing with difficulty. "Stop it…" she whimpered. "You're hurting me…"

"What ever." He stood up, and brushed himself off. He didn't care the whole hall were looking at them. "I can't be blamed if you are a scumbag magnet and a control freak." He then looked to her, ready to give out another insult, when.

Smack.

The echo of the attack rang through the halls, and made everyone hold their breath.

Hermione's right hand was still at the left side of her face, and Draco's face was snapped back. She had slapped him.

She…hit me…

"Now you have quite finished attacking me." She spat through her teeth, and he slowly turned his face to look at her. She couldn't see…but a tear fell down his cheek… "Listen to me." She shuck with anger. Or was that betrayal? "Scumbag Magnet?" she lowered her arms to her sides, and looked to him, showing her hurt in her eyes as clear as day. "Do you feel better now?" she sniffled. "I hope you do." She then picked her back up from the side, and put her arm under the strap. "Let's start from the beginning. Did I have a good dance lesson. No, I didn't. Because I was hurt from the way you just bushed me off at the end of Herbology. I do want to help you fit in, but I don't care if you don't. I will stick with you no matter what. Because that is what friends do." She tucked her hair behind her ears. "So there is no conspiracy with Professor Dumbledore." She turned her back, and looked to the door. "Oh, and how's Malfoy?" she said weakly. "He's in the infirmary. You see, I don't know about how he was raised, but I wasn't brought up to allow boys to force themselves on me, after I tell them to Fuck off. If you hurry, he might still be cradling whatever's left of his 'family jewels'." She didn't speak maliciously, but softly. "And even though I didn't ask you about the ball…I wanted to know because I wanted you to go, true. Because…because…" she hung her head forward. "Because I wanted to go with you." There was a deathly silence, and she tightened her grip on her satchel. "But I'm just a scumbag magnet so…" she gulped. "So never mind. Good bye Draco." Tears fell down her face and she made her lonely way out the hall, her eyes closed so she didn't have to see all the people looking at her.

Draco just watched her go.

He couldn't decide who he was more furious at.

Malfoy for daring to touch her…

…or himself for not trusting her.

"Hermione…I…I'm sorry…" but she was gone. "Come back…"