A/N: Just a heads up that there is some dialogue on non-consensual stuff, but it is not explicit, and should not dampen the mood.
Hermione sat in the potions class room, reading over the ingredients list for the class test. She was early. They would be making their own dreamless sleep potion. The classroom door swung open and Dean walked in, grinning as he noticed her.
"Hey, Hermione," he kissed her cheek as he sat down next to her. She liked his chaste kisses on her cheek. He had such a cheeky grin.
"Hi, Dean," she smiled back.
"I was thinking we could hang out tonight, seeing as though it's Friday, and all. What do you think?" Hermione considered his request. Malfoy would be patrolling, Harry and Ginny always spent Friday evenings together, and Ron was having some boys night.
"Yeah sounds good. Should we meet in the Gryffindor common room?" she asked.
"Hmmm, I was thinking maybe we could just play some wizards chess or something in your Head's common room. I am a little over the Gryffindor tower." Hermione blinked. Alone time with Dean, it would be nice, but she was unnerved by Malfoy's threats to spread rumours.
Her stubborn side reminded her that was an autonomous young woman and she could make her own decisions.
She nodded her agreement, "Why not," she replied more for her own benefit.
"Great, I'll bring refreshments," he whispered, winking. Hermione smiled bashfully. The classroom door opened again as students began filing into the classroom. Eyebrows rose at Dean and Hermione alone in the classroom looking cosy. Hermione could not help but blush. Zabini and Draco walked in before Dean could move to his designated table.
"Out of my seat Thomas, can't you two get enough of each other outside classroom hours?" he spat impatiently. Hermione looked up at him, surprised by his uncommon outburst that was usually left to Malfoy. He seemed remorseful when his eyes met with hers. Dean stood up, glaring.
"Lay off, Zabini. One would think you were jealous." Dean stated accusingly, his eyes distrusting. Hermione was baffled. Zabini and Draco snorted in an attempt to show their distaste.
"I'll see you later Dean, okay?" she reassured, grabbing his hand. He seemed to relax at that.
"Yeah, okay Hermione. See you at dinner," he retreated to his own desk. Hermione turned to look at Zabini, who was still standing. She sent him a quizzical look.
"Well, he's gone, you can sit," she snapped, frustrated.
"I'll sit when I damn well want to," he barked. Draco was smirking. Since when did these two reverse roles?
"Fine," she turned to her books. Zabini sat down instantly and remained silent. Draco turned around from his seat in front.
"Hey, Blaise, did you bring the potion?" he whispered. Hermione could hear them and looked up, raising an accusing eyebrow.
"Can I help you Granger, eaves dropping is a nasty vice. You should give it up," he retorted.
"Why would either of you need to bring a potion to Potions?" she demanded.
"Don't worry Hermione, it's Draco's," Blaise turned to her and stated, his face once again calm. Her eyes widened at his use of her first name. Draco seemed to have had the same reaction, eyeing his friend strangely.
"Keep your filthy little nose out of it, Granger. Blaise, why did you have to involve her? Just give it to me!" he ordered, his voice reflecting his unease. Blaise pulled out the sealed flask and passed it around the side of the table, discreetly, into the hands of his cheating friend. Hermione's thoughts cleared at the transaction.
"Malfoy, you cheat!" she gritted. "You are unbelievable!"
"Shut your mouth, Granger. You can't prove anything," his ice drawn eyes sent her a shooting glare before he turned around. Hermione looked over at Blaise expectantly. He ignored her, facing the front, shifting in his seat as he opened his notes. Snape entered the classroom and turned the hourglass, setting the time.
"If you have prepared, you know what we are doing today. So, I suggest you make a start," he stated contemptuously as he sat at his desk, sending death glares around the room. Hermione rushed to the ingredients cupboard first. The lesson proceeded quietly, Hermione and Blaise progressed well, and she occasionally looked over at Malfoy to see if he was preparing anything. To her surprise, he was well on his way to making the potion, correctly at that. She furrowed her brow in contemplation.
Dean and Hermione sat on bean bags across from each other, a chess board between them in the Head's common room. Hermione was quietly frustrated that Dean kept capturing her pieces. She really was no good at this game, unbeknownst to many.
"If I win in three moves, I get to kiss you," he winked suggestively.
"And, if you don't," she flirted. It had become quite a natural thing.
"Well, then…," he pretended to ponder deeply for a moment, "…you get to kiss me," he grinned, taking a sip of his butterbeer.
"Hmmm, and what if I don't want to kiss you?" she tilted her head with mock coyness.
"Well, I will just have to win then, won't I?" They played on, and surely, in three calculated moves, Dean had succeeded.
"Why do I get the feeling that this was all premeditated?" she questioned. Dean shifted the board to one side and in one swift move, had lifted Hermione off her beanbag and on to his lap.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he whispered, smiling, before leaning in and kissing her, his arms around her waist. She reacted to his touch, prepared this time, as she gently tested her movements on him, tilting her head slightly. Dean took this as a cue to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth against hers. She felt his tongue slide along her lips, she liked how it felt and opened her mouth enough so that their warm caverns connected. They remained exploring each other in this way for a few moments. Feeling her confidence boosting, she gently grazed her tongue over his bottom lip. Dean groaned appreciatively which only led her to be a little more adventurous as she let her tongue connect with his, a fierce wave of sensations spreading through her mouth. Hermione never expected kissing to be this good, her previous experience had left her thinking it was wet, sloppy and shocking. Dean deepened the kiss as his hand came to cup the side of her face, tilting her head to one side as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She revelled at the contact and moaned against him bringing her arms around his neck, as he drew her closer. They remained kissing, their first real kiss, for ages, their breathing loud as they tried to avoid breaking contact. It was inevitable though, as Dean broke away, kissing her jaw line, her neck, instead. Hermione's lips felt bee stung, they were tingling in the aftermath. Her heart raced as she reacted to his playful sucking on her neck.
"Hermione, you smell so good," Dean whispered between kisses. His hands moved across her stomach, and up over her breasts. Her breath hitched as they rested over one, before he brought his attention back to her mouth. It was becoming quite heated know, and as her body reacted, her mind was starting to rationalise what was happening. She moved his hands off her breast, that was a start, but they seemed to creep down and start to move underneath her top, coming into contact with her bare skin. This made her feel uneasy, as she broke away from him, breathless. "Dean, I think we should stop," she whispered.
"Hmmm? Ok," but his lips fell back on hers. She tried again, bringing her hand up onto his chest to push him away.
"No, really, I think we should stop," she reasoned.
"Come on, Hermione. You are so amazing; let me show you how I feel about you." His eyes were closed, but he sounded sincere, albeit slightly frustrated. She succumbed to his apparent earnestness, letting him kiss her again, and she responded with fervour enjoying the feeling once more. Caught in the moment, and revelling in the added sensations, she did not realise his hand had roamed under her top and was brushing over her thin satin clad nipples. How did she not notice? She could now feel him hardening against her, it make her mind switch to alert. This was getting out of hand! She pushed her hands against his chest to make him stop. He seemed to grip harder and his kiss became fiercer. She moved against him, innocent to how he would react, as he growled into her mouth. His reaction made her feel uneasy but her head was locked in place with his other hand and she could not move. Her sounds of protects were muffled and she was beginning to panic.
The next moment, she felt the contact break, as she was rolled off the bean bag onto the carpet. Before she saw what was going on, she heard it.
"Get off her you fuck! Can't you take a hint?" It was Malfoy, and he was growling. He had grabbed Dean by the shoulder, stretching his top to lift him onto his feet. They were pushing each other before Malfoy had grabbed him again and was dragging him toward the portrait hole. Hermione had never seen Malfoy look so angry.
"Malfoy!" she yelled. "Stop, you're hurting him!" He stopped dead in his tracks and let go of Dean instantly. He turned to look at her, a disgusted look on his face. Dean was on the floor, disorientated and annoyed. Hermione looked over at Dean. "Dean, I think you should go," she stated. She thought she saw guilt wash over his face as he nodded.
"Sorry, Hermione," he replied, walking out with his head down. Hermione could not believe what had just happened. She turned to Malfoy hesitantly; he was still glaring in disbelief. She looked down at herself; her top had been completely pushed up, showing her bra to Malfoy. She blushed as she sat up, pulling it down, readjusting herself. The silence was deafening. She sat on the floor, staring at the ground, embarrassed.
"Granger, you are unbelievable!" he interrupted. "He was about to assault you and you're yelling at me for hurting him? Fuck, Granger!" he yelled. Hermione felt close to tears.
"Why are you yelling at me? I get it, okay!" she cried. She was visibly shaking now, the shock of what had happened sinking in.
"Going by my experience, I thought you carried your wand at all times?" he queried, his voice back to a normal decibel but still sharp and snide.
"It's in my room. Figured I wouldn't need it while in my own common room." she sighed. Her lips were still swollen from all the kissing. She inwardly scolded herself, as her fingers touched them tentatively. She really was stupid. She looked up to see Malfoy smirking.
"Bean bags, Granger, they are bad news." Hermione stared for a moment before she burst out laughing. She could not believe Malfoy had just made a joke that was not directed at her. Shaking her head in disbelief, she could hear him chuckling too. She moved to get up, and felt his hand circle around her arm, lifting her to her feet with ease. She regarded him with curiosity before the silence became too awkward for them both as she openly fidgeted.
"Uhm, thanks," she said feebly. He nodded. They went their separate ways, her mind reeling over the preceding events.
A/N: A change of dynamics between Draco and Hermione? It is a sure sign, but it won't be that easy. Too many other things going on, it seems. :p