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Draco sat in the Great Hall in between his best mate Blaise and Pansy. He'd gone down for breakfast but had lost his appetite upon seeing her. Pansy was exactly the opposite of Granger, where Granger was naïve and insecure, Pansy exuded sexuality. Sitting at the Slytherin table, Draco and the rest of the students in the hall had a full view of Pansy's underwear. Her shirt was unbuttoned so far that her ill-fitting bright red bra was on full display and Draco was consistently amazed at how she managed to keep her nipples from popping out. She was always being following around as her skirt was so short that just walking was enough to give the boys a good show. Following his morning with Granger, Draco seemed to find her more repulsive than usual.

Blaise had been sitting with Pansy on his left, so Draco had specifically sat to his right. Unfortunately for him, Pansy had actually gotten up and sat back down uncomfortably close to him. She linked her arm through Draco's, the harder he tried to snatch his arm back, the tighter she would grip him and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. She snuggled into his side and he suppressed the urge to vomit.

'Drake' He hated that nickname, probably because she had been the one to start using it. He groaned and ignored her, instead turning his attention to Blaise.

'Alright?' he said rather carelessly.

'You look like you've had a good morning' Blaise smiled around his marmalade toast.

Draco thought about the way that Granger's skin had felt under his touch, her pulse thumping furiously under his lips. Then he remembered pumping his own cock to the image of Granger's gorgeous body, finishing himself all over the wall of the shower.

'Could've been better.'

'I bet that's cause I wasn't there to wake you up the right way isn't it Drake?' Pansy whined in his ear.

He turned so quickly that he unbalanced Pansy causing her to wobble slightly on the bench chair. 'No.' he said sharply, turning back to Blaise before he could see the look of hurt in Pansy's eyes. He didn't want to deal with her shit. Not today.

'You right mate?' Blaise asked, eyes flicking between Draco and Pansy.

'Yeah mate, I'm just kind of tired.' Draco lied, grabbing himself a glass of orange juice.

'You wanna head outside or something?' Blaise asked, subtly motioning towards Pansy. Draco understood, Blaise could see that Pansy was pissing Draco off and sought to separate them before Draco said something more to hurt her. Blaise was Draco's mate but he cared about Pansy too.

'Yeah alright.' Draco shrugged.

As they got up to leave, Pansy grabbed onto the sleeve of Draco's shirt. He groaned and turned to face her.

'I was thinking that tomorrow, while everyone's at Hogsmeade we should, you know… hang out.' she spoke seductively and grinned a wicked smile. 'Maybe in your dorm or even mine. Perhaps the common room or,' She ran her fingers up his arm, 'anywhere you like baby.' He rolled his eyes and shook her off.

'I've already got plans.' He watched her face fall and a part of him took pleasure in it.

'What? With who?'

'None of your business Pansy. Could you please just fuck off?' With that he turned and walked out of the hall, finding himself unable to care that he had left her there, tears welling in her eyes.

Hermione paced the common room of her dorm waiting for Malfoy to come back down from his room so they could leave. They had eaten a quick breakfast together – the first time that had ever happened – in complete silence. The only time they had spoken was when Malfoy told her to be ready in ten minutes. She had been ready to go since before breakfast so she was spending those ten minutes waiting for him, contemplating what was in store for her today.

As she checked the time on her watch, the portrait suddenly swung open. She whipped her head up and saw Ron walk into the common room. She silently hoped that Malfoy did not choose this particular moment to come down the stairs.

'Hey Mione.' Ron said with a smile, coming closer to plant a kiss on her cheek.

'Hey Ron, what's up?' She tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice. She had been surprised at how easily she had been able to keep herself under control whilst with him, Harry and Ginny yesterday. It had felt as if any other day. Of course at times her thoughts would wander to her morning escapade with Malfoy, every now and then touching a finger to her neck where he had kissed her. She had been foolish and not checked whether there was a mark before she had left but her hair was down and no one seemed to be looking at her any different than they normally would. But this was different, sitting in the Gryffindor common room, there was no fear that Malfoy would appear saying something that would bust her in front of Ron.

'I was just stopping by to see if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me.' He asked rather shyly.

'Why are you just asking me this morning? You could have asked me yesterday or anytime during the past week.' She snapped, annoyed less so at him but at the fact that she knew she had to turn him down, for Malfoy of all people.

'I only thought of it this morning. I forgot that there was even a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. But if you don't want to go that's fine. Maybe next time.' She could see that he was hurt.

'It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I've got other stuff that I've got to do.' She tried to be as gentle as possible. She really didn't want to upset him but she knew that Malfoy would be mad if she cancelled on him and there was a part of her that really did want to go.

'What's going on down here?' They both turned to see Malfoy coming down the stairs from his bedroom, wearing dark trousers and a black winter coat. He came to a stop next to Ron and Hermione, almost as if her were putting himself between them.

'Not that it's any of your business ferret, but I came to ask Hermione if she wanted to head out with me today.' Ron spat at Malfoy.

'Well, she can't. It's really rather a shame.' Malfoy said whilst looking at his nails, seeming utterly uninterested in what was going on.

'Yeah I know, she just told me.' He said before a look of comprehension seemed to spread across his features. 'Wait,' he looked directly at Hermione, 'This 'other stuff' you need to do, is with him?!' he pointed harshly at Malfoy.

Hermione looked between Ron and Malfoy, Trying desperately to come up with some plausible lie.

'It's Heads business, Weasel, I wouldn't expect you to understand.' he glared at Ron and Ron glared back.

'What Head's business could you possibly have to do on a Sunday?'

'Well let's see.' Malfoy said with a clear sense of superiority. 'Someone needs to escort the blasted students to Hogsmeade to make sure they don't get themselves into any trouble.'

Hermione looked at Ron encouragingly, the anger disappearing from his face. 'Well um… I suppose that makes sense then. Sorry' he said to Hermione, ignoring Malfoy's presence.

'It's alright, I should've mentioned it earlier.' Hermione said softly, reaching out to take Ron's hand. Malfoy groaned and made a show of checking his watch.

'I guess I'll be going then.' Ron said sadly and Hermione walked with him to the portrait hole. 'I could come with you.' He said hopefully before he stepped outside the dorm.

She touched his cheek, 'You'll be bored, we don't get to do any of the fun stuff. Plus I couldn't deal with you two bickering all day.' She motioned to Malfoy with a half-smile.

He nodded. 'You'll be careful around him though. He's such a prick.'

'I can handle him.' She said and kissed Ron goodbye but as she watched him walk away she questioned how true that really was.

Hermione turned back to Malfoy to see him smirking at her. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag off the couch.

'Let's just go alright?' She turned and walked out the door, not looking to see if Malfoy was following.

He caught up to her quickly, brushing her shoulder as he began to walk beside her. She tried to ignore the tingle that ran over her skin when he touched her.

'Did you see his face when he thought you were blowing him off for me?' He laughed. 'I should've told him I was taking you out so that I could ravish that pretty little body of yours.'

She turned her face away from him so that he couldn't see the way his joke had affected her. Her face felt hot and there was an unfamiliar longing in her lower stomach.

'That would've been hilarious.' He laughed to himself.

'Well, I'm glad you didn't.' She said, shooting him a glare. 'Thank you for covering for me anyway.'

'You forget my dear, I'm covering for myself too.' He looked as though he was thinking about something far off, something she wasn't privy too. It was then that she realised how little she really knew about him.

'I'm sorry about your father.' She said suddenly. She knew that he had been sentenced to life in Azkaban and Malfoy had always seemed so close to him. She was glad he was in prison but she also knew it must be hard for Malfoy.

'Don't be.' He said shortly, without looking at her.

'I didn't mean to - '

'I know what you meant Granger, and I'm telling you, I don't need your sympathy.' His voice was sharp and she knew not to bring it up again.

They were silent as they left the castle. It wasn't until they got into Hogsmeade that either of them spoke.

'You wanna grab a drink before we get down to it?' He asked.

She chewed on her lip, trying to decide if it was a good idea. On one hand, she wanted to get this ridiculous shopping done and didn't want to risk someone getting the wrong idea. But on the other, it couldn't do that much harm and it might just give them a chance to get to know each other a bit. Their arrangement was really just business you might say but it would make her feel better to know him better than just the Pureblood jerk that had teased her for years. Plus, she had to admit, he intrigued her.

'Sure, why not?' He smiled at her response.

They entered the Three Broomsticks and he walked her to a booth that seemed to have the most privacy. He placed a hand on the small of her back as he guided her and she couldn't help but lean into his touch. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a smirk pull at the corners of his mouth and she rolled her eyes before sitting down.

'I'll get us butterbeers.' He said before leaving her to get the drinks.

Whilst he was gone she found herself unconsciously smoothing her clothes and her hair. She shook her head, It's not a date, she reasoned with herself. You have a goddam boyfriend, remember Ron, he's the reason you're doing this with Malfoy anyway so SNAP OUT OF IT, she chastised herself and put on a smile as Malfoy returned with the drinks.

'He was an actual prick.' Malfoy said suddenly after they had sat in silence for ten minutes.

Hermione didn't have to ask who he was talking about. She didn't say anything, if he was going to talk about it, he would do it on his own time.

'I'm glad he's in Azkaban. It's what he deserves.' He spoke more so into his drink than to Hermione. 'Everything had to be his way. Heaven help you if you defied him.'

Hermione didn't know what to say, she knew what he was implying without him needing to say it. She moved her hand across the table but he moved his back, out of her reach.

'Remember what I said about sympathy Granger?' He looked up from his drink and into her eyes.

'Then why are you telling me this?' she asked confused.

'I dunno. I've never spoken about it to anyone.' He shrugged. 'I suppose you shared something personal with me, and a little reciprocity is good for any partnership.'

She took a swig of her drink, not really knowing how to respond. As she set her drink back down on the table she noticed him lean forward. Ever so gently, he reached his hand out and ran his thumb across her top lip. She shivered slightly and when she met his eyes she had to suppress the urge to moan. He was looking at her with a look of unbridled lust. 'You had some butterbeer on your lip.'

He leaned closer and for a minute she thought he was going to kiss her. She flinched away, unwilling to engage him like this, in public. He continued to look at her, eyes flicking between her eyes and her lips.

All of a sudden, he was away from her standing next to the booth holding a hand out to her.

'We should go.' He said with a glint in his eyes.

She stood up, taking his hand, the warmth of it surprising her. They walked out into the cold and he linked her arm in his. She had half a mind to let go but it was a nice feeling that she did not want to lose just yet.

They reached a shop that Hermione hadn't seen before. She shot him a look and he just winked.

'Ready to get sexy?' He laughed.

She put on a sad face, 'You don't think I'm sexy?' She joked.

He laughed, actually laughed. It was strange, to be joking and laughing with Malfoy. Not bad, just strange.

'You know what I mean sweetheart.' He smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek and leading her into the store.

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