Hey guys :') Third part is up! I still feel this was left a bit incomplete but I'm hoping to continue this series to a couple more chapters to fill things (oh damn). This'll just be a very lighthearted series; no war, no voldemort, no death eaters. Anyhow, please review, tell me what you guys think, what else you'd like to see, I['d love to hear your ideas :)

Draco's eyes narrowed. This was the third time this week he'd seen Hermione wink at him and walk away, with that infuriating smirk on her face. And it was was only Tuesday. His mind raced to think of ways he could get back at her. He had let her have her fun, more than once and although it had been immensely enjoyable for him, it had also been increasingly frustrating every time he saw her. Little Malfoy down there didn't have the same thinking capacity he did, and so he stood up to salute whenever her Hermione smiled in that secretive way. He had to do something about this. He was a Malfoy, and it wouldn't do to let Hermione think she had so much power over him. Even if she did. But that was a can of worms he didn't even want to think of opening right now.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. He wouldn't confront her like she did, no. That was decidedly too Gryffindor for his sensibilities. He would torture her in small ways. He would make her want for him, make her come up to him and tell him exactly what it was she wanted. He smirked; a smirk that anyone in Slytherin would know to run away from, for that was the fearsome reputation this particular smirk had garnered in his house.

He waited patiently for their next potions class, where their two houses would be together. Usually, this particular class was rife with unbearable tension. His plan was to make it unbearable for her with a different kind of tension.

He arrived early to the class to prepare for what he had to do. Now, he usually sat in the second to the last row with Blaise while Hermione sat alone in the third row, which was exactly two rows in front of him. He remembered with a grimace how he once teased her about how it was because no one wanted to sit next to such a swot, before he shook his read to remind himself that he was NOT that git anymore and he'd prove it to her. Moving on to his plan, if he could even sit in the seat behind her he could do a lot. Sitting beside her would be the best option but he couldn't get his hopes up. So he sat down in the seat behind her and thought of what he could do to tease her. That exact moment Professor Snape entered the class, virtually soundless, before he stopped abruptly to see his godson twirling a quill between his fingers with an extremely goofy expression on his face. He looked at him for a second longer before understanding what was happening.

He walked over to Draco and said in a low voice, "How can I be of assistance to you in this particular dilemma of yours, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco jumped a mile high, not noticing Severus come in. "Uh. Uh Severus I didn't see you there. Wh-How are you doing? All good?"

Severus smirked. His godson had it bad. "Draco, in all of our acquaintance, never have you asked me how I am. That alone would have been cause for suspicion, not to even talk about the stutter. So are you going to tell me who it is that has you flustered or am I going to have to find out on my own?"

Draco, oddly enough, resembled a fish out of water in that exact moment. Blubbering and gaping. Snape let out a small chortle at his godson, shaking his head. "I'll have you know Severus that I am a Malfoy." Here, Severus interrupted, "Trust me when I say I know, Draco. I've had the utmost pleasure of knowing your father long before I knew you, and you two are alike in more ways than your impressive resemblance to each other."

Draco grew a slight shade of red, highly amusing to his godfather, before continuing, "I'm a Malfoy-not a word- and Malfoys don't get flustered. Whatever you think you know, you don't. You're wrong." He had his nose high up in the air and gave a little sniff. Severus couldn't take it anymore and burst into raucous laughter not many knew he was capable of.

Draco grew redder and waited for him to laugh it out. Saying anything would just set him off even more, he knew from experience. When he had quietened down, Draco spoke again, "Right. Now that you've calmed down' another sniff 'You should that I'm planning on sitting on the second row today. I do wish to sit beside Zabini as he is particularly lovesick today and I'm sure you would not appreciate puke in your cauldron."

Very cautiously Snape said, "And exactly why the second row, Draco?" He kept a tight leash on his thoughts for he did not want them to wander in the direction he knew they were going to. Draco, to his credit, didn't stumble once and smoothly said, "Because you and I both know we need a partner for today's potion and Granger is the only one without one." He ended his sentence his with a careless shrug, inwardly sweating hoping his godfather didn't see through his bullshit.

Severus, on the other hand, had a look of growing horror on his face as comprehension dawned on him. His godson with...Hermione Granger? He couldn't even think of imagining them together. They were as different as two individuals could be. Just. How? But he didn't let his conflict show on his face as said, "Fine. You may. But onlyfor this lesson, understand?" He could see Draco trying to suppress a triumphant look in his eyes as he nodded, the picture of a sincere child. However Severus knew better, and just hoped that he hadn't made the biggest mistake of his life.

Draco felt like one of those evil muggleborns in his childhood comics: triumphant and having an intense urge to rub his hands together while cackling. He restrained himself, however. This was neither the time nor the place for such frowned upon antics. Maybe when he was alone.

He sat down in his new seat with a small smirk, patiently waiting for Hermione to enter. As soon as he finished this thought, his senses were assaulted with an onslaught of vanilla. 'Aha', He thought. Lovely timing. He could hear her steps falter as she came closer to her place, and finally stop.

"Malfoy." She said, surprised.

"Granger." He replied in the same tone. "Fancy seeing you here."

Her lips twitched, "We're in the same class, you git."

"Huh. Seems like we are. Surprising, isn't it?", He replied in a decidedly cheeky tone.

Hermione' nostrils flared for just a second before she realised what he must've been trying to do. Her demeanour visibly changed. The eyes became hooded, her lips stretching into that goddamned smirk and her hand going up to open just one button, not enough to be inappropriate but just enough to make Malfoy sweat. Or atleast she hoped. She was a little disappointed to see it had no visible effect on him. Nevertheless, decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth and tell him to go back. Just as she sat down, however, she heard twin shouts of, "HERMIONE! What are you doing!?" She grimaced. She had forgotten that Harry and Ron would be here as well. She took comfort in the fact that atleast she always sat alone so they wouldn't feel like she abandoned them. Too much.

She slowly turned around and waved at them, hearing a small chuckle being her as she did. She turned around to glare at the offender, "This is your fault, Malloy, and I'm the one trying to rectify it. So dont you just sit there and giggle."

Malfoy looked highly offended at her words, "Malfoys don't giggle, Granger. Get that horrendous notion out of your head right now." Just as she was about to reply, a hand landed on her shoulder and jerked her back. Hard, if her expression was anything to go by.

Draco's eyes narrowed and a protective feeling rushed through him. Before he could try to understand what just happened, an angry voice snarled at him, "Don't you dare talk to her, you slimy git. I don't know why you're sitting in her seat but if you know what's good for you, you're gonna go back to your seat." The Weasel. Of course. Who else could it have been except the ginger hothead? Draco put his Slytherin mask in place before he turned to his left, where Weasley looked as if he could spit fire, and Potter just looked...thoughtful? Through he was confused, Draco resolved to think about that later as he dealt with Weasley first.

"If Granger doesn't have a problem with me sitting here, Weasel, which she doesn't if you'd even bothered to talk to her, then I don't see why you do, which, I must, is absolutely no business of yours." He said all this in a calm voice and turned back to his former position to look over the notes for today's potion.

Hermione, meanwhile, was just slightly amazed at how calmly Draco just dealt with the situation. The same, however, couldn't be said for Ron, whose ears and neck were as red as his infamous hair. She decided to put a stop to this before it even started, and said in a firm voice, "Ronald. Go back to your seats. I'm fine. Malfoy is not bothering me and there is no need to get yourself so worked up. Besides, we need a partner for today's lesson, so this is actually a good thing."

Ron's face grew indignant, "Good thing? Good thing? Are you out of your mind, Hermione? That's Draco Malfoy sitting beside you. If you really want a partner so bad, me or Harry could sit with you, you know we don't mind."

Hermione lightly pushed him towards his side of the room while saying in an exasperated tone, "Honestly Ron, how stupid do you think Malfoy is?" The look he gave her implied what he thought of THAT question. "He's not going to do anything in a room filled with students AND Professor Snape around. Who's going to be here in a second, mind you, so you better be in your seats or Gryffindor's going to be out of the running for the House Cup before the competition even starts." She gave him a stern look at that.

Ron opened his mouth to say something else when the door opened and Snape stalked into the room, his cloak billowing behind him. "Ah. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter. It seems like over 6 years of education in this school has taught you little more than navigating your way around. Is it too tough for our heroes to sit down in their assigned seats? Do you require assistance?" His ever present sneer seemed even more prominent in that very moment. Harry, realising that Hermione was right, tugged at Ron until he relented and say down, alternating between staring daggers at t Malfoy and Snape.
"Now that we finally have some semblance of decorum in the classroom, I would like you all to take down the instructions on the board and start brewing your potion. It should, ideally, not take you more than precisely 43 minutes but knowing you dunderheads, you wouldn't be able to tie your shoe laces in that time. All I ask is that you don't blow up either yourself or others" Here, his eyes travelled over Harry and Ron "Although, in some cases, that might not be the worst thing that could happen." Harry's face reddened at the jab while Ron remained oblivious to the world in his glaring.
With a flick of his wand, words appeared on the board and he turned his back on the glad, secure in the knowledge that no one would dare do anything untoward. No one except Draco, that is, for his the thoughts running through his mind at that exact time were anything but proper.

In the midst of setting up the ingredients, he casually remarked, "You know, Granger, you're wrong." Hermione gave him a confused look, "Huh?"

"When you said I won't do anything in a room filled with students and professor Snape." He gave her a piercing look that made her cheeks flare before going back to counting the flobberworms. Her mind was spinning now, did he mean...? She did leave him a tight spot two times now, she couldn't expect him to just take it lying down. That she understood very well. What she didn't understand was the sudden flare of heat that rose up in her belly at the thought of him doing anything to her. Shouldn't she be feeling worried, or anxious, or afraid? She shouldn't be feeling whatever...THIS was. She decided her best course of action was to ignore him, he was probably just trying to rile her up, just as he'd always done, only in a different manner this time.

Draco noticed,highly amused, how she seemed to decide something mentally and gave a small determined nod of her head before returning to cutting the ingredients. He decided this was the time to start executing his plan.

As one hand of his was counting the dried beetles the other went down the space between them, before slowly crawling up to lightly touch her knee. He could feel her jump at the foreign touch, before slapping his hand away with a quick hiss of "Draco!", but he was not deterred. He obviously expected some sort of resistance. After a minute or so, his hand crept up to her knee again, a little more firmly this time, and he began drawing patterns with his index finger.

Hermione started again, and removed his hand forcefully this time, even giving him a quick glare before returning to her prep. But stubborn as he was, Draco put his hand on her thigh this time, squeezing slightly. Hermione's knife slipped from her hands at the sudden pressure on her thigh and the explosion in her stomach. Her hand went to catch Draco's wrist, but strangely hesitating in removing it again. If she was being completely honest to herself, she didn't want to. She wanted to do something rebellious and something completely un-Hermione and so she let his hand stay there, removed her own and went back to cutting. In doing so, she missed the surprised but victorious expression on Draco's face at her silent permission. Now he knew for sure she wanted this as well. She just didn't know how much, but he was sure to change that in some time. His fingers were now firmly massaging her thigh, slowly inching further up. He could feel Hermione tense up. He was now touching the coarse fabric of her skirt and skirted his fingers below it to go even higher, Hermione stiffening the more they went upwards. Finally he reached her inner thigh, which he firmly squeezed. Just as Hermione thought his fingers would reach her damp center, something she was strangle excited for, he dropped his cutting knife.

Her brow knotted in confusion, she had never seen him be anything less careful in Potions. Dropping a knife was almost like a sin in here. Her question was soon answered when she felt something on her knee again. Something that felt distinctly like a pair of lips. Hermione's eyes widened at the feel of Draco's unexpectedly soft lips caressing her knee, going higher...and higher. She couldn't believe he was doing this in class, in the potions class. Even more unbelievable was how much she was enjoying this. Suddenly a shadow loomed over her, "Ms. Granger. May I enquire as to why you're just sitting there like a good for nothing fool and where your partner has disappeared off to?"
Hermione gathered her startled wits as best as she could before replying in a shaky voice, "Uh-uh sorry professor, I-I thought for a second that I skipped a line, so I was just checking. And uh Draco dropped something, so he's looking for it ju-just below the table." She was glad she was able to sound mostly coherent, what with Draco's mouth replacing where his fingers had last been.
Professor Snape looked at her, then the table, back at her and at he table just a second longer before his face took on a greenish tinge as he understood what might have been happening. He quickly turned around, and retreated into his office, surprising everyone in the class that he hadn't punished Hermione.

In the meantime, Draco was having the time of his life. Whether knowingly or unknowingly, Hermione's left hand had reached out to grab a fist of his hair and though he was sorry he wasn't able to hear her moan, the tightening of her fist whenever he did something particularly adventurous was enough to sate him. His tongue soon reached the very edge of her lace panties. However, he couldn't stay under the table too long, for he didn't want anyone to get even the slightest bit suspicious. So he just played a gentle kiss in the center, blowing slightly through his lips, hearing a huge gasp from above him, and rose up to take his seat, knife long forgotten. He glanced at Hermione and was awarded by a very, very pleasant sight. Her cheeks were sporting a bright red colour, her lips were bright pink and her eyes were gleaming with lust and tension. Her hair was just slightly out of control and her expression one of a woman who had been pleasured but not to the level she'd wished for. Well, he would be glad to finish the task when they had just a bit more privacy and a lot less inhibitions.
Quickly glancing around to check if anyone was seeing their way, he quickly decided they weren't. He leaned forward and ran his knuckle along her cheek, gently rubbing her lips. He could see her tongue peeking out and it was driving him crazy. But he knew nothing more could happen here so he quickly withdrew his hand, gave her a small smirk and went back to his work her like nothing had happened.

Hermione, hot and flustered she was, still couldn't wrap her mind around what had just happened to her. Did Malfoy just kiss here...down there? She felt like the room was getting too hot to handle and wanted to pop open another button on her shirt, but she was worried it would seem too indecent so let it remain. Was this how she had left him the last two times? Incredibly, annoyingly unsatisfied? It was no wonder he chose such a way to get back at her then.

She shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts. They were still in class, after all, despite all that had just happened. However, she still wasnt thinking straight and thus managed to put in an ingredient too early. The potion blew up. As he smoke cleared, Hermione stood there with her mouth agape, eyes wide as if trying to understand what just happened and Draco, looking for all the world as if he was the cat who ate the canary. All around the class, people were staring at them with dumbfounded expressions; how was it that the two best students in their class had managed to blow up their potion so brilliantly that Seamus Finnigan would be proud of them?

Just then the bell rang, and Snape, still looking quite green, dismissed the class without any fanfare, sighted shocking the students who had expected some punishment to come to atleast Hermione.

Hermione was still in shock when she felt a hand gliding across her lower back, immediately sending delicious shivers up her back. She looked up to see Draco giving her a saucy wink before turning to leave. How was it exactly that he managed to look like a work of God even covered in black ash and stinking worse than a skunk?

Guess that was one of the mysteries of the universe she would never know.