Draco sat in the Great Hall at breakfast, waiting for McLaggen to show up. He hunched forward, elbows resting on the table, one hand held his fourth cup of tea. He'd need to take a piss soon. Where the hell was the bastard?

"Waiting for Granger?" Blaise asked, sitting across from him.

"Good morning to you too." Was Draco's only response, setting his cup down. "How bad did you get it?"

"Detention weekly for a month." Blaise shrugged. "But the party was epic." He grinned wickedly.

Draco huffed a laugh, watching the door.

"I saw you two. Saving her from McLaggen like a white knight. Melted her right into a puddle for you, didn't it? Well played." Blaise nodded with respect.

Draco snorted "yeah, if you see him, tell me. I have to thank him."

Daphne joined them, taking an exaggerated moment to kiss Blaise hello. Draco took that as his cue and left to find a loo. And then hopefully to find Gryffindor's most recently demoted chaser.

Draco was still Slytherin's seeker. He was good at it. He'd even tried out for the position this year and beat everyone else who'd gone for it. His father may have bought his way on the team back in second year. But he'd earned his place this time.

His only knowledge of McLaggen was that he liked quidditch and was on the pitch often. He seemed like a smug bastard about it, despite not making the team until this year. He was also smug about being in the slug club that one time, because of his uncle or some shit. And he didn't participate in any of the golden trio's dramatics. Draco couldn't remember him being for one side or other in the war. He seemed like an opportunistic toe rag.

Well, this year, he'd won his place on Draco's hit list. Lucky him. It wasn't even the fact that he'd been drugging them and taking photos. It was the way he'd creepily watched and then grabbed Granger that pissed Draco off the most. And if by some twist of fate it turned out that Mclaggen wasn't the blackmailer, Draco would still destroy him for that.

After ducking into the nearest loo to relieve himself, he decided to wander the halls. He made his way across the castle, keeping an eye out. He strolled casually near the gryffindor corridor, trying to look inconspicuous, when he overheard a pair of fifth or sixth year girls he didn't know gossiping loudly.

"She was kissing him!"

"What?? I thought she was dating Ron Weasley? Why would she kiss him?"

"I dunno, I mean, I think he's way more fit than Ron, but he was a death eater."

"I could never. Doesn't he hate them? Don't they all hate each other?"

"Maybe she was drunk."

"She might have been, I mean the way they were dancing was really raunchy."

"Ooh what if it's an enemies to lovers thing? That's hot."

"I'm so glad we snuck into that party. So worth it."

"I saw her and Ron Weasley leave the castle together this morning."

"Really? When?"

"Early. She was waiting for him in the common room. He seemed angry when he came in."

"He was in the hospital during the party. Do you think he knows already?"

"He must. She looked really nervous."

Draco smirked to himself. How would the weasel react this time? How many times would it take before he self sabotaged? He guessed it wouldn't be long.

Draco made his way to the potions lab before the seven hours were up. He'd been unsuccessful at finding McLaggen all morning and he was in a bad mood about it. Walking around the castle on a Sunday put him in the way of too many idiots attempting to avenge relatives that he had nothing to do with.

He yanked the door to the lab open and the sight of Weasel hovering behind a giggling Granger nearly set him off. He reminded himself that deliberately attacking her boyfriend wouldn't win him any points. He still clenched a fist in annoyance as he watched the ginger's hands rubbing along her hips as he tried to distract her from her potion.

"Ron, stop. I need to focus on this for five minutes. Please." She scolded with a laugh. Draco wanted to send the idiot back to the hospital.

"Alright, I'll keep my hands to myself." Weasley conceded, touching his lips to her neck one last time before retreating to a stool nearby.

Granger looked up sheepishly as Draco took his place beside her. She'd at least been working on two of everything. That was a good sign.

"I heard some little girls gossiping about how much trouble you were in this morning after our night together." He said to Granger as they began working on the next step of the potion. "Good to see you can forgive and forget, eh weasel?" He winked snidely over at the ginger buffoon. Draco was pleased to watch the grin slide immediately off his face.

"She told me your theory about McLaggen." Weasley said without amusement. "I agree with you. I think we should work together. Keep an eye on him. Catch him in the act."

Draco sneered. He'd told her not to tell anyone. Weasley was going to ruin it. He looked to her with annoyance.

"He came up with the idea on his own." She immediately defended herself. Good, at least she knew where his mind was at. "I told him you thought so too after he'd decided it could be McLaggen." Weasley narrowed his eyes as he watched the two of them. He didn't seem to like the fact that she was acting like she knew Draco, could communicate with him. That bolstered Draco's mood.

"I looked for him all morning. Couldn't find him anywhere in the castle." Draco offered up this information. Having Weasel able to watch him in his common room could be helpful. And he already had a reason to seek him out, what with the broken leg and all.

"Hmm. Well I'll watch for him too. I worry he'll try and retaliate harder now that Harry has kicked him off the team." Weasley frowned in thought.

Draco finished up the last step of the moment with Granger and they cleaned up their station. She cleared her throat nervously.

"What is it?" Draco crossed his arms and leaned back against the table next to her. He knew she had something to say. Was she hesitating because her boyfriend was here?

She glanced over at the hovering pest before looking back at Draco and pulling out the envelope that he knew he had put in his desk drawer. He looked sharply at her, narrowing his eyes.

"They came back, with two new photos. Ron got them this morning." She handed it to him.

Draco glanced over at the weasel who looked away in discomfort and anger. "What do you mean two new ones? I kicked him out before we almost fucked." Weasley snapped his eyes up in rage. Draco smirked and took the stack of photos out, flipping through to the ones he hadn't seen before. Oh fuck yes. Weasel had seen these. Perfect.

"I know." Granger continued nervously, trying to keep talking and probably keep the peace. "Maybe he's working with someone else? Or maybe it's not him at all."

He stuffed the photos back into the envelope and handed it to her. "I'll work with you on this, weasel. But I'm going to be upfront. I'm not your friend. And like I told Granger this morning, I abhor the idea of non consensual sex acts. But I'm very pro consensual sex acts. And I'm not above stealing your girlfriend. So don't be surprised when I try to." He crossed his arms smugly and looked over at Granger who rolled her eyes.

"Nice." She said sarcastically. She shook her head. He just smirked confidently. She took her boyfriend's hand and attempted to walk out but weasel got up in Draco's face first, practically foaming at the mouth.

"Stay away from her." He hissed. "I'll end you if you touch her." Granger was pulling at his arm but Weasley didn't move, trying to intimidate Draco with his inability to control his reactions.

"What if she's the one who touches me?" Draco sneered at him, unphased.

"Ron, stop. This is useless. Let's go." Granger begged him. He huffed in anger and they finally left.

Draco smiled to himself in satisfaction. It was turning out to be a good day after all.

The remainder of the week passed by without incident. No more fights and no more love potion dosing. Hermione kept the antidote on her at all times just in case. There was a palpable tension between her and malfoy. They shared smirks and competed in classes, they rolled their eyes at each other a lot. But she'd never been alone with him. She'd caught herself thinking about him in a new way. Without the weight of a war between them, they shifted into bickering friends-adjacent. Which didn't fail to pass her notice that she and Ron had started out similarly.

The guys had watched McLaggen without anything to report from it. People gossiped about her love life but she gave them no reason to suspect that she wasn't happily with Ronald. She let Ron be possessive. She felt guilty for them being in the situation they were in. And even though it annoyed her that he accompanied her to every potions meeting, she let him do it.

Until the last session, which was the most complicated bit of the whole process. "I've worked really hard on this, Ronald. I can't have you and Malfoy fighting and distracting me from it. This is the last time. After this it's finished. You can wait for me in the hall." She told him as they walked down to the dungeons late Friday night.

"Fine." Ron conceded unhappily. He held her hand tightly.

When they got to the lab, Malfoy was there preparing. Ron cast the charm to reveal human life forms, it was only them in the room.

"Ok, you watch the door. Stay out here, please. This will take at least half an hour. If you interrupt it and mess me up I will have to start it all over again and it'll mean another week of doing this damned potion." She pushed him out the door. Malfoy chuckled meanly behind her.

"Don't!" She held up a hand to stop Ron from charging in. "He's doing it to bait you. Just, please." She begged.

Ron glared into the room behind her. Then he conjured a seat and faced the door in the corridor. "Fine. Half an hour." He sat, crossing his arms.

She got to work with Malfoy immediately. The pair talked of nothing other than the potion, working quickly and efficiently together. When they'd completed identically perfect potions and bottled them up to be graded she squeaked with relief, grabbing his forearm in excitement.

"Thank god!" She breathed.

"You make for a pretty good lab partner, Granger." He grinned, nudging her with his elbow.

She was elated to have finally finished. "You're not so bad yourself! When you're not antagonizing everyone." She rolled her eyes teasingly and began clearing up.

"Will you be at the match tomorrow?" He asked her. The Slytherin versus Ravenclaw match he'd be playing in.

"We were planning on it." She admitted.

"Well since you turned out to be such a good luck charm in potions, maybe you could be useful when rooting for me." He smirked down at her. When had he gotten so close to her. He glanced at her mouth.

She cleared her throat, looking away. "Who says I'll be rooting for you?" She finished putting away her cauldron and labeling her potion.

"I'll win it for you, whether or not you cheer for me." He promised confidently. "And I'll get you to kiss me. Without either of us being on the potion." He stepped closer to her again. Eyes teasing in surety.

She looked up at him, shaking her head with a smile. She started to tell him off but his arms and legs snapped together rigidly and he keeled over backwards. Ron stood behind him with his wand out, seething.

"Ron!" She shrieked.

"How long have you been done?" He demanded. "It's been thirty minutes exactly. And I find the two of you inches away from each other? Smiling? What the hell, Hermione?"

She groaned exasperatedly, removing the jinx from Malfoy. His body relaxed and he laughed meanly from the ground before she helped him stand up.

"Thanks for your faith and trust in me." She stomped over to turn her potion in to the box upfront and then left the lab without another word to either of them.

Ron followed her back to their common room, groveling all the way.

Hermione walked down to the quidditch pitch with Harry, Ginny and Ron. She held Ron's hand loosely between the two of them and chatted with her friends. She was still upset with him but had decided to put it out of her mind for now.

They neared the pitch for the slytherin ravenclaw game and all of a sudden she was swept off her feet, her hand yanked from Ron's as she was flown higher and higher. Her friends shouted in anger as Malfoy sped away. They were pulling out their wands. But they quickly realized they could do nothing from the ground. Harry and Ron started sprinting to the quidditch locker rooms for their own brooms.

Her hair blew wildly in her face and she could do nothing but cling to his shoulders tightly. He flew them far and he flew them fast. She couldn't even see the castle anymore. He sped around a mountain and doubled back, making it difficult for anyone who saw which direction they went from the ground to find them.

Suddenly he stopped, hovering above the treeline. She recognized absolutely nothing around them. She pulled her fist back and punched his shoulder as hard as she could. She wobbled and then panicking, grabbed onto him again, fearing the height and instability. Her legs wrapped tightly around his middle. Ankles crossed behind his back holding her more securely to him.

"What is wrong with you? Take me back right now." She demanded.

He let go of the broom with his hands and tightened his arms around her, pushing her head to him and her mouth to his. She struggled to push him back which had her rocking against his hips. He growled. "Mmm yes, we can do that, love." He kissed her more and she whimpered into his mouth as he held her arse, pushing and pulling it into him more.

"Stop, stop stop. Malfoy stop!" She struggled to breathe as she unsuctioned his mouth from hers. "You're on the potion!" She gasped. The seam of her jeans and the hardness of his cock rubbing rhythmically over and over were doing something intense to her. Something she hadn't felt before.

"Mm not." He sucked on her neck and pushed and pulled.

She was afraid to unlock her ankles from around him. They were so high up. The fear of death and the passion of the moment were taking all the control from her. "You are! You are." She gasped. She managed to get the antidote from her pocket and yanked his head backward by his hair.

He moaned and grinned, closing his eyes in lust and pleasure, "fuck yes, pull harder."

She tipped the contents of the vial into his mouth and he swallowed.

It took a moment more, Malfoy's breathing started to slow and he stopped moving her against him. Then he opened his eyes, "Fuck." He breathed slow and deep, closing his eyes again. He still held her in both arms. The broom was steady the whole time.

"Can we get down now?" She whispered.

"In a minute." He kept his eyes closed a moment more. Then he looked at her. They said nothing. What was there to say? They both knew what it was.

They still shared the same breath, her cunt still sat on his erect cock. That hadn't softened at all. But it was clear he was coming out of the potion induced lust.

She loosened her grip in his hair and slid her hand down to his neck. His eyes dropped to her mouth. He tightened his arms slightly, pressing her back into him. But not too much, still giving her the option to say no.

But she didn't. She didn't know why. But she kissed him. The first kiss they'd shared fully aware and choosing to do so. She felt like flames were consuming her. Instead of the frenzied love potion lust, it was a deep roiling desire fueled by weeks worth of tension and buildup. They moved hesitantly, waiting for the other to pull back. But neither did.

Her hips began moving again of their own accord. Their kisses started alternating between gasps and moans. She kept her eyes shut tight, not wanting to look at him and break the figurative spell they were under. She'd never felt such pleasure before, coiling tighter and tighter, needing to be released.

Suddenly her body seized up and waves of said pleasure rolled through her. His gasps and thrusts moved to a slower more jerky rhythm at the same time and then they both stopped.

She froze, eyes closed tightly for a moment more. Then she finally pulled back and looked at him, afraid of what it meant. Afraid of what they'd done together. Fully sober. For once he didn't look smug. He looked confused. She swallowed and licked her lips, her breathing finally slowing. "Take me back." She whispered.

He nodded, staring at her mouth and then into her eyes. He dropped one hand down to the broom handle and she pulled her hair to the side, leaning forward over his shoulder and holding him tightly. He flew them back to the castle. She inhaled his scent as she watched the trees streak below them.

As they came around a turret and could see the quidditch pitch again, Harry and Ron flew up next to them. Ron was shouting "Malfoy you fucking stop flying right now! Hermione! Are you ok?" Malfoy ignored him and flew to the ground.

He touched down gently, pulling the broom from between his legs. She unwound her legs from him finally, letting him go. He stepped away, giving her a slight nod. He had a serious look on his face. Not the smug grin, not the sneer, nothing to indicate that he was pleased or proud. He took off on his broom, back to his quidditch match.

Ron grabbed her arm, crushing her to him. "Are you ok? What happened? Where did he take you?" He frantically assessed her body, turning her this way and that.

"It was the potion. I had the antidote he'd given me from before and I was able to give it to him. I don't know where we went. I couldn't see the castle or the lake." She said everything monotoned. Harry watched her carefully.

She cleared her throat. "Let's go to the match."

She started walking to the stands and Ron held her back. "Are you sure? We should go tell the aurors. Or Mcgonagall. Get you more antidote."

She yanked her hand from Ron's. "I want to go to the match. I'm fine Ronald. Leave it alone." She knew why she was lashing out at him. But it didn't stop her from doing it.

Ron and Harry shared a look. Hermione stepped close to them in anger "I won't let this ruin every damn day. We had the antidote, he took it. I was going to the quidditch match with my friends and that's what I'm still going to do. Stop sharing looks and stop hovering over me. I said I'm fine." She said sternly to both of them.

"Ok, sorry. You're right" Ron held his hands up in surrender and then indicated that she should lead the way.

Ginny joined them from around the stands. "Oh thank god. I was just about to call Mcgonagall." She breathed heavily as if she'd been running. "Are you alright?" She asked Hermione.

"yes. Fine. We're just going to our seats." She pointed toward the stairs and Ginny moved aside to take Harry's hand.

Hermione marched up to their usual seats in the stands. The match had begun already. She wondered how much they had missed or if Malfoy had made it in time to start.

She sat next to Ron but when he tried to take her hand she pulled hers away. "I can't Ron. I just. Not right now." She said quietly to him.

Malfoy glanced her way frequently during the match. She didn't watch anyone else but him. He'd done it. He'd gotten her to kiss him, when they were both sober. And he wasn't gloating. He wasn't smiling. He'd had no snide remarks for Ron or Harry. Or her. He seemed just as shocked by it as she was.

She was pretty sure she'd just had her first orgasm. She felt guilty about it. She wanted to try it again.

The match didn't last long. Malfoy caught the snitch and slytherin won. He did a victory lap to roaring cheers from the slytherins around the pitch before stopping in front of her. He held the snitch out to her with a raised brow and a hint of a smirk. She rolled her eyes and turned her head to the side, crossing her arms over her chest and dismissing him.

He smiled outright, huffing a laugh once. "There she is." He said. She turned back to look at him, narrowing her eyes. He winked.

Ron punched him square in the mouth.