The Truth Can Be Ugly

It took the entire jog to class to have himself under control. He was at least 10 minutes late, which meant Hermione have to of been just on time. He paused to take a deep breath, and entered the room.

He made eye contact with Professor Sprout, left the note of her desk (explaining his lateness, damn Gryffindors students always causing troubles- of course) and sauntered over to his desk. Hermione was one row up sitting on the outside, and she ignored him completely.

His partner Blaise gave him a raised eyebrow and pointed to the plant they were currently working on- Vulagouve, a plain bean sprout which has enough venom to knock a grown troll over. Easy.

“And just why was the Head Boy late this morning?”
“Blaise, I had a, well, booty call of course. Lost track of the time.”
Blaise grinned, and asked the obvious. “She jumped you?”
“More or less.” He equivocated.
“Don’t you get all the luck? I have to plead just get under Pansy’s skirt.” Blaise growled. Considering he was one of the top attractive guys in school after Draco, most of the girls paid attention and didn't put up much of a challenge. Pansy was leading him on a merry chase.
Draco chuckled at his friend. “Poor girl, she must like you.”
“And why would you think that?” Blaise asked confused.
“She only makes guys wait who she really likes. Me, of course, didn’t have long to wait. We were better friends. But we did learn a lot in the process.” Draco explained with a taunting grin.
Blaise let out a sigh. “Well, I guess that makes up for it…..some what.”
“Suck on her ear, she loves it.” Draco whispered.
Blaise looked smug. “Thanks, Draco.” Then suddenly, he lunged as his plant made a run for it.

Hermione was sitting in her chair, already done with the assignment. She was merely playing around with the plant so it looked like she had something to do. And yes, she did catch the conversation going on behind her. Maybe this was the perfect time to pull her trump card.

Pulling the glass holding all the excess prunings, she checked the reflection to see if Blaise was still fighting with his plant, and he was. Everyone else was sitting in front of her, so it only left Draco playing around with the plant like she was. He caught her looking and smirked. Only he could look that smug. Well, she would see about that.

Making sure she had his attention, she leaned forward into the desk, hiking her skirt up as she went. Pretending she was grabbing something on the far side of the table, she felt the air across her bare bottom. Then she heard a sharp intake of air and a low growl.

Hermione turned around with a piece of paper in her hand and leveled her eyes to Draco, who was glaring at her.

Everyone else might think he hated her, but she could now tell the difference. It wasn’t hate; this glare told her he was going to make her pay. She felt a shot of warmth between her legs. It was a good glare.

She made herself sashay over to him with a half smile on her face. His entire body was rigid, his hands holding onto the desk. If there was no one here, she knew he would have pounced.
“Draco, I forgot to give you the memo from our last prefect meeting.” She placed it on the desk with a wink and walked back to the table. She sat facing him, leaning back on the table with a smile playing on her lips.

That little wench. Draco shifted uncomfortably on the stool. Walking around knickerless, and showing it off too. How she managed without Blaise…that’s right. He was off searching for his plant. And now, he was getting a lecture on playing closer attention. He flicked open the “memo” and was amused.

Check your pocket

What was she playing at? He reached into the pocket outside of his robe, and saw her shake her head, her smile lighting up her face. He proceeded to his inside pocket, and felt a small lump. How odd, he must have been so unfocused from this mornings activity that he didn’t feel it.

Looking around, he made sure no one was watching. He opened his palm and found a pair of damp red lacy knickers. Already sitting uncomfortably, all his blood decided to make the trip south. It was almost painful. Dumbfounded, he found Granger swinging her foot back and forth enjoying his expression.

The bell rang and neither of them moved. Then careful enough to flash a bit of thigh, Hermione twirled around grabbing her bag and headed out the door. She paused and looked back at him. With a sultry dip of her eyelashes and a smirk to rival his, he recognized a challenge.

Damn it, she outmaneuvered him again.

Blaise came to collect his things, cursing under his breath. He motioned for the door, and Draco took a deep breath, and thanked Merlin for the robes he wore for a uniform.