Title:Flustered

Word Count:484

Genre: light smutty goodness

Rating: PG-ish

Other characters/ship: none

Warnings: a nice slow build

The two worked in silence for about an hour, each concentrating on doing their own extra credit potion. Picking up her next ingredient, Hermione caught a glimpse of Malfoy out of the corner of her eye. When he first came in, he had taken off his tie and robe. But now she noticed he had a few buttons open on his shirt and he was currently rolling up his sleeves.

Standing over the boiling cauldron, he ran his fingers through his hair pulling it out of his eyes. He needed to get this potion right. Just a few more extra points in class and he would have a better grade than the Gryffindor princess to his left. After tossing in a few more ingredients, he felt as if he was being watched. A quick glance in Granger's direction confirmed it.

"Stop staring, Granger."

"I am not staring," she declared as she tossed in the ingredient she was holding. The potion let out a puff smoke on contact and boiled a little higher in the pot.

"Yes you were…and it won't do you any good. Snape gave us different potions to brew so looking at mine won't help you."

"I wasn't starting at the potion."

He turned to face her, smirk firmly planted on his face, "oh, so you were staring at me then?"

"I…no…of course not," she said a little flustered at being caught staring. She quickly threw in another handful of ingredients.

As soon as they hit the potion, things started heating up, quite literally. The potion boiled so wildly she jumped away to avoid being burned…stumbling right into Malfoy and knocking them to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs with Hermione landing on top.

"Really, Granger. Blow up the entire potions lab, why don't you."

"I'm sorry, I…I guess my mind was elsewhere."

"What have you done? It's hotter than hell in here." In just a minute, the classroom looked and felt like a sauna. Warm steam filled the entire room.

"I don't know," she said trying collect herself and get up. "You had me so flustered, I'm not exactly sure what ingredients I had in my hand."

He took hold of her now damp hair and pulled it up off her neck. His eyes darkened. "Flustered, huh? And what about now?" He leaned forward and blew lightly on her hot neck. A cool shiver ran up her spine.

"I…well…"

He suddenly flipped them so he was on top. "How about now Granger? Still flustered?"

She looked up at him and took a deep breath. "I…don't…"

He lowered his head. "And now?" he asked brushing the question against her lips.

"No," she whispered.

"Good," he whispered back. "I'd rather have you completely aware of what you're doing."

And as the steam covered them in a warm blanket he took her mouth and kissed her for all he was worth.