Tease

Hermione sat on her bed mulling over what to do. She had a strange feeling of excitement about her 'plan.' For the first time she had trailed off while reading a library book and found herself thinking of the different reactions Malfoy would have to the new her.

She heard the portrait to their common room open and she got up with a devious smile on her face. She caught her reflection in the mirror. She wore a comfortable top which hid her figure but was big enough to droop down for an ample cleavage. Underneath she chose tiny shorts which showed off her long legs. It looked perfect. She had always dressed conservatively around Malfoy, not trusting him with 'the view.'

Best of all, it looked as if the extra skin was being exposed accidentally.

She walked out to the common room where she found Malfoy lying across a couch. He had unbuttoned his shirt and had his arm covering his eyes, shielding it from the warm firelight.

He heard a slight shifting noise and peeked out at Hermione. He smirked at the Transfiguration textbook in her hand. McGonagall had assigned them an essay which was due in two weeks. Hermione had, in usual fashion, started it on the day it was assigned.

He swung his legs down onto the floor and prepared to tease her unmercifully, again, about her 'bookworm' ways. But the retort was caught at his throat when he saw her attire.

Her legs were casually stretched out over the coffee table and as she bent slightly in concentration, her shirt slipped down hinting at a full bosom.

Malfoy unconciously ogled her for several minutes until he heard a loud throat clearing. He looked up at her annoyed face. She slammed her book, pursed her lips at him, and walked back to her room. The last thing he noticed was the tantalizing sway her hips developed. Or maybe they always swayed;her voliminous robes certainly did not do justice to them.

Hermione shut her door and let out a small squeal of joy. This is only the start!


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"Here are your new patrol schedules. Be sure to review them and keep them in a safe place" Hermione stressed, looking pointedly at Ron.
"What was that look for?" Ron asked as the prefects filtered out after the meeting.

"Ron, a Slytherin first year found your patrol schedule crumpled up in his dorm. Enlighten me as to how it got there and how you've been patrolling without it?"

Ron looked sheepish and muttered sorry. He rushed off without explaining why, of all places, it was in a Slytherin dorm.

"So Weasel likes to visit the Slytherin boys' rooms does he?" Malfoy smirked.

Hermione looked aghast.She merely scowled in his direction.

She turned toward the door, leaving Malfoy in the empty room, but he came close behind her and whispered, "Nice ass Granger, you should show it off more."

She whipped around, knowing he was talking about last night. She let her lips curl up in a lazy smile.

"That's exactly what Harry told me last night!" she said and trailed off as if contemplating the coincidence. "Except of course he called me Hermione."

Malfoy gaped at her and watched her walk off, lost in thought.

Hermione bit her lip, in a great effort not to burst out laughing. Poor Harry...just hope Malfoy doesn't realize that Harry fancies Ginny. Although that might make it funnier.


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Malfoy kept sneaking glances at Hermione during their patrol. Potter likes Granger? Wait, for Potter to have said that, he must have ...
Hermione just smiled lightly, next to him. Snape had been on her nerves again during Double Potions. She had answered all of the questions correctly but somehow Gryffindor ended up losing 30 points and Slytherin gained 20.

But the look Malfoy had been throwing Harry had practically made her roll on the floor with laughter. She had felt guilty about including Harry but then commended herself for her comeback. She often overheard Malfoy insulting Harry's poor or lack of performance in the bedroom.

"So you ditched Weasel for Potter eh?"

Hermione looked at him with polite interest. "What do you mean?"

"Everyone always expected you two to get together. Especially since no one else would give you a second glance," he sniggered.

Hermione kept her temper in check and forced herself to remain calm.

"Please, that's ancient history" she said with a slight whip of her hair.

"Ancient history?" he paused "you mean you've already...?"

"4th year...ages ago" she said flippantly.

Malfoy muttered to himself, wondering how he had missed it. Especially since it would have been such a good opportunity to the mock the 'cute couple.'

"So Weasel's not man enough for you? figures.." he sneered.

"Unfortunately so" she said, ignoring the insult. Malfoy looked curiously at her.

"Let's just say" she looked at him "his performance was --lacking" she ended.

Malfoy gaped after her...what? Granger and Weasel---4th year!

"But I've moved onto better things" she said, adding a smoldering look of lust in Draco's direction. He simply stood there in shock.

Hermione trailed back to their common room, laughing to herself as Malfoy was rooted to the spot.

He wasn't willing to admit to himself but he had this insane desire to show her exactly was she was asking for.

I must have inhaled too much potion fumes