Tease

Tension


"Students - Students - STUDENTS!"

The 7th year paused their incessant chatter to pay attention to McGonagall who had a vein in her forehead which was throbbing menacingly.

"So glad I'm finally graced with your attention"

The Slytherins rolled their eyes and contined brooding darkly.

"As you have all been notified, the 7th Year Ball is approaching. This is being put together by our Head Boy and Girl"

She motioned towards Draco and Hermione. Hermione was standing warily away from Draco who seemed to be creeping up on her. He smirked at the attention and gave a proud wave to the students.

"Ms Granger will explain to us the dress code and Mr Malfoy will describe the event"

Hermione read her neatly written notes while Draco leaned against the wall and lazily drawled out everything from memory. He winked at her when she rolled her eyes.

"A certain issue that has been coming up in recent balls is dancing. We always have our Head Boy and Girl open with a formal dance-"

Hermione shot a horrified look at Draco whose smirk seemed to be deepening.

"-but some other..em..inappropriate forms of dancing have been caught and will not be allowed in the school."

Draco was now rocking his hips in a subtle motion so that only Hermione could feel him nudging against her. She swatted his hand away and glared at him.

Behave

"Mr. Malfoy"

Draco stood up straight and suppressed his smug expression. "Yes?"

"You will demonstrate the proper technique of dance," his smile fell. "-with Ms. Granger," and rose again.

He held his hand out and waited as Hermione tried to burn it with her eyes. She hid her surprise when he deftly pulled her to him and began to sway gracefully. He stood perfectly upright and every inch of him was precisely positioned.

He led her, gliding inside the circle of students. She let her muscles relax and gave into him, especially since she had no idea how to dance.

"Six years of ballroom lessons pays off at times"

Hermione's lips twitched. "You took ballroom lessons? You?"

He narrowed his eyes and roughly slid up against her, until he could feel her breath expel.

What is he doing?

His fingers tightened around her wrists and his pale grey eyes darkened.

"Dra - Malfoy let go"

She bit her lip when his hips tilted towards her. Unbeknownst to either of them, students were watching them with great interest. Professor McGonagall simply blinked rapidly, to make sure her vision was functioning properly.

Soon Hermione's hands were clasped around Draco's neck, sifting through his hair. Draco curved an arm around her waist, holding her against him.

He gritted his teeth when she involuntarily pressed onto him.

Hermione froze when she felt the blatant evidence of his lust. A loud whistle echoed in the hall and she jerked back.

McGonagall cleared her throat loudly and looked sternly at them.

"..and that is how you should not dance in the Ball," Draco said.

Hermione flushed and stepped away as McGonagall lectured Draco about 'obscene acts in public places.'

Ok so maybe I'm attracted to him. So what? I don't even like him.

He flashed her a boyish grin and she felt completely unsure.


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She was staring at her textbook, reading the same line again. Draco still hadn't returned and she needed to finish her rounds.
Would dating him be so bad?

Woah! Hermione slammed her quill down. Where did that come from?

Ok do something productive. Best way to stop thinking about -

She grabbed her notebook and dived into work. While muttering to herself, she moved a cushion to create leg space. But there was a book tucked under it.

It was bounded in black silk and the words Draco Malfoy appeared every once in a while.

Some invisible force compelled her to open the book. There were random dates scribbled down, names, places, it seemed to be a simple planner.

Hermione pursed her lips every time she spotted Pansy's name in the book. She angrily flipped through it to see if any other girls' names were there.

Hermione

She turned the page and scanned it and - wait - what?

Her name. Her name in his handwriting. Not Granger or mudblood or book-worshipper.

"Dreaming of me?"

She screamed. He paused while closing the portrait door. She buried the book deep into the cushions.

"Quite an orgasm I gave you, huh?" he winked.

She laughed nervously. He quirked an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with you?"

She blinked. "Nothing"

"Right," he drawled. "That's why you laughed at my joke"

She shrugged. "It's what you do when you hear a joke"

"Uh huh" he mumbled in disbelief.

"Well, now that you're here, I can go on my rounds"

She walked hastily past him. "I don't have all night"

"True. We have to make time for other activities"

His fingers curled through her hair and stroked her neck. She tried to look away, but it was so hard when he appeared to be leaning in for a kiss. Just a breath away and she closed her eyes.

It was like drowning in a pool of warm chocolate. All sensation - all pleasure. He didn't even need to coax her to part her lips. Her muscles clenched as his fingers caressed her skin, creeping under her shirt. She curved up when he toyed with her bra strap.

"You saw the book didn't you?"

Her lids flashed open in shock. "How di-uh what book?"

He smirked and she felt humiliated.

"You wrote my name on purpose didn't you? And left it there so I would find it"

His playful expression dropped and his mood turned somber.

"Yes. It's all in my master plot to push you to the brink of a nervous breakdown and destroy you completely so I can attain total domination"

She opened her mouth to respond and then shut it when she realized what he had said.

"I - sorry I"

"Don't care," he waved her off before closing his bedroom door.

Hermione touched her lips and realized that she was saddened to see him go.