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Chapter Seven: Painful Potions Partner

Due to the proceeds that had occurred in the bathroom yesterday, Hermione Granger was, as you could say, not a very happy camper. Malfoy was taking over her life! She didn't even know how she felt about him now.

Sure, he was still the same prick with an ego the size of the Eiffel tower, shagging girls' left and right, but dear Merlin, she could now see why. There was definitely no denying the fact that he was the proud owner of one of the most gorgeous bodies she had ever seen.

She started debating in her mind the possibilities of herself and Malfoy ever getting together… whoever said a girl couldn't dream? Especially about a guy with the physique of a Greek God, mmm she thought to herself

After a few moments of internal arguing about whether or not it was right to daydream about her worst enemy, the object of her thoughts burst into her room with, you guessed it, a smirk plastered right on his pale, pointy featured face. Alarm bells went off in Hermione's head; she really didn't want to deal with this particular ferret right now.

"Morning Granger, have a nice night's sleep? Wait, why am I even bothering to ask? Of course you did, seeing as you had me and my perfect body to occupy your dreams," He said with a wink.

Of course, ego always comes before everything when it comes to this guy! Talk about self-obsessed. Hermione thought to herself. She picked up a book and starting casually thumbing through it, not amused or intimidated at all.

"Malfoy," she said calmly. "Get out, now."

"Why, so you can just daydream more about me and my hot body?" he quickly retorted back.

Does he ever give up? What does he want me to do, shout out to the world how sexy I think he is? That is it. The blonde has crossed the picket fence and entered the funny farm. At this thought, she stifled a giggle, and returned to the banter at hand.

She lifted her eyes up to his, narrowed them and gave him the deadliest glare the portraits at Hogwarts had ever seen.

"In your dreams Malfoy, in your dreams."

He smirked, apparently now pleased with the direction this conversation was now going.

"Oh but Granger, in my dreams you don't just think about me…." His voice trailed off suggestively

Of course, more sexual innuendo, Malfoy's favorite talking style. She should have known this was what engaging in a conversation with the ferret would lead to.

Her face turned bright red and she went from annoyed to plain furious.

"Malfoy," she hissed, standing up and knocking her chair over in the process, "if you do not remove your sorry ass from this room right now I will be forced to repeat the treatment I gave you in third year, and that is not an idle threat!"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't hurt yourself Granger," he said, backing away from her and towards the door.

"I'm going, but you might want to start packing whatever it is you know-it-alls use to study from because breakfast finished 15 minutes ago and," he pulled out his timetable, "would you look out that? We have potions first up!"

He looked up at her with an evil glint in his eye.

"Well, see you then. Have fun dealing with our beloved potions master, I'm sure he'll be overjoyed to see his favorite student running, let's say," he glanced at his watch, "half an hour late?" He chuckled as he left the room, leaving Hermione with a whole mixture of emotions.

Think about revenge on Malfoy later. Now, just try and make it through Potions alive.

She quickly gathered all her textbooks and raced down the corridors until she reached the dungeons, completely out of breath. She took some deep calming breaths in and out, and walked through the entrance, bracing herself for the anger sure to come spewing her way any second now.

"I'm glad to see that you have decided to honor us with your presence Miss Granger, 30 points from Gryffindor" a sarcastic drawl was heard from across the room. Hermione looked up to see none other then Professor Snape, feared Potions master and snarky comment maker extraordinaire.

"Will you please take your seat" Hermione started walking towards the back of the classroom to sit with Harry and Ron when Snape's silky voice stopped her. "I didn't say where Miss Granger"

Oh Merlin no

"Next to Mr. Malfoy please"

This can't get any better can it?

"He shall be your potions partner for the rest of the year"

Oh, it seems it can Hermione thought sarcastically

She walked slowly up to Malfoy who, of course had his trademark smirk on his face.

"Well, well, well Granger, it seems you just can't resist me. I knew you would be coming back for more"

"The only person in this room who finds something hard to resist is Snape. He obviously feels the need to make my life harder then necessary"

"Touché Granger, touché"

"Can we just get this over with?"

"I prefer to take is slow…"

"The way I see it, the quicker its over with, the better!"

"Then how can you savor the moment?" Malfoy drawled on. Hermione knew exactly what he was hinting towards, but she wasn't going to fall for his trap.

" Malfoy, I repeat, can we just get this over with?" Hermione snapped

"Well, I'm not really the wham-bam-thank you-ma'am kind of guy but if it's what makes you happy…"

"The potion Malfoy, the potion"

Hermione then started cutting the different ingredients and placing them inside of the cauldron. She was sitting, stirring the potion when suddenly; she felt somebody's hand on her knee. She had no doubt to whose body it belonged to.

"Malfoy, would you care to take your hand off my knee?"

"No, I quite like it there"

Suddenly she felt his hand moving its way up towards its desired destination. His fingers were making small circles up thigh, gently massaging every area possible.

"Draco!" Hermione gasped, quickly covering her hand over her mouth realizing what she just did.

"I see your enjoying yourself"

Hermione quickly started trying to swat Malfoy's hand away. After at least ten minutes of battling Malfoy under the table, she finally gave up. Giving into temptation wouldn't hurt her, would it?

Malfoy started edging his way up her thighs. He was right when he said he liked taking it slow. Painfully slow Hermione thought to herself. She suddenly realized that his fingers were right outside the entrance to her heaven.

"Class dismissed!" Snape called out

"I guess we shall have to continue this later" Draco drawled in Hermione's ear.

He left Hermione, stunned. What have I gotten myself into?

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