AN1: Kinda uncharacteristic for me and also random as hell, but whatever! Inspired by a conversation that happened to me a while ago, but the end...yeah, that's fictional...

WARNING: Dirty implications and very...ahem...active teenagers in a room with a certain type of tension that I don't need to name. No lemon, but it gets hot in their common room, let me tell ya!

Disclaimer: Really? Do I honestly need one of these?

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"So then would you prefer your boyfriend's hands to be super hard and calloused?" Draco asked Hermione pointedly.

"No but—"

"Exactly! Then I don't know what you mean."

Hermione growled. "If you would let me finish, than maybe you would get it. If I may...?"

"Go right ahead." Draco smirked. He was enjoying himself. She wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but so was she. It was hilarious what kind of random conversations the two of them had now that they were on pretty decent terms of friendship. Tonight, they were arguing about hands of all things. Hermione didn't even know how they got onto the topic, but at that point, it didn't matter; they were on the topic already.

"See, guys' hands can't be soft like just-been-moisturized soft; that'd be gross." Hermione started.

"How is that gross?" Draco exclaimed. "That just shows that we care about hygiene."

"If you moisturize your hands, then you care too much. It's the same reason why guys shouldn't shave their legs..."

"...because that's just weird." He finished for her.

"EXACTLY! See, clean hands and fingernails are a must, but soft from lotion is just weird and gross."

"You lost me." And indeed, Draco did look confused.

"We don't want guys to shave their legs because when we are shagging them, for lack of a better term, we don't want to have our boyfriend's legs to be less hairy than ours; that would be so embarrassing! And then we don't want our lover's hands to be softer than ours, even though softness is nice especially when you consider where their hands go on certain nights."

Draco grinned at her implication. One of the things he learned about Hermione was that she had a way corrupted mind, courtesy of Ginny and Ron. "But why do you care if a guy's hands are softer than yours?"

"...its' kind of hard to explain; I think it's just a female thing."

Draco, being a Slytherin with an ego, took that as a challenge. "Try me."

"Well I guess that we want to feel...protected and if a guy's hands are rough, than that usually implies strength, at least to me anyway. They can't be too hard or it's just uncomfortable and they also can't be too soft." Hermione looked at him in amusement. "Does that make any sense?"

Draco gazed thoughtfully at his hands for a moment. "Yeah actually, it does." He paused. "So what about me?"

"Excuse me?"

"What about my hands? How do they rate?"

"I don't know, ask Pansy!"

"Ew, no. She's a skank and I've never slept with her, despite the rumors going around."

"Okay then...well I don't know. Go find somebody and ask them." Draco did just that. He took his hands and entwined his fingers in hers and held them up a little below eye level. The back of his hands were facing him and the back of her hands were facing her. It reminded Hermione somewhat of Tarzan and Jane...except she and Draco had both hands together.

Surprisingly enough, Hermione didn't pull away; she instead looked at their joined hands and smiled softly.

"Well? How are my hands?"

Hermione mumbled something incoherently.

"I didn't hear that. Speak up please?"

"I said that they are okay."

"Can you be more specific?"

"They are firm and not too calloused from Quidditch, but just enough so that you can tell." When she finished, Hermione blushed and looked down at the floor.

"That's good to know." He let go of her hands and her face slowly regained its regular color. "But I think I'd like a retest."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"A retest; will you let me try something else and see if I can get another opinion about my hands?"

Hermione looked very wary, and extremely hesitant. "Umm, sure...but what are you going to do."

Draco chose not to answer her question. Quickly, and before he had time to change his mind in fear of possible consequences, Draco scooted closer to Hermione on the couch and nearly caused her heart to stop beating by what he did next.

He took his hands and slipped them up the sides of her blouse and caressed her bare waist and stomach. Hermione inhaled quickly, but made no move to stop him instead she closed her eyes and relaxed. Taking that as a sign to keep going, he swiftly unbuttoned her white blouse and let it slip off of her shoulders. Draco started on her skirt and slid it down while letting his hands smooth sensuously down her legs as he went. When her skirt lay discarded on the floor, Draco moved his hands back up her body and teasingly let them on her inner thighs.

Now she was clad in just her undergarments and yet she still hadn't stopped him. Draco was very surprised, but not nearly as much as when she started to pull down his trousers to reveal his boxers. Looked like the resident Gryffindor Princess knew exactly what she wanted.

"How are my hands again?" Draco asked rather smugly.

"Amazing." She murmured into his neck.

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AN2: I am addicted—teehee ADDICTED—to reviews! Please, give me some!

(HAHA THAT'S WHAT HE SAID!) And ignore any errors! I posted this in a hurry without double checking it!

lovelove, Amanda