Tease

Hermione was in a daze during lunch. Her plan was going smoothly but the results weren't as she expected. Malfoy only seemed to be encouraged to insult her even more, especially about her sexuality.

During Transfiguration, she had found a moving cartoon depicting her making out with Ginny. She had glared at him, while snatching it before Ron could look at it.

She had lost her cool and instead of retaliating with a witty remark like she was supposed to according to her plan, she had yelled at him about how she wasn't a lesbian.

That had elicited gasps and a frenzy of rumors. To top it off, she had angrily retorted that Ginny had been going out with Harry for months. Which led to more rumors and an angry Ron, hunting the couple down.

Harry had managed to nervously tell Ron about how he would take care of Ginny and protect her honor etc, which cooled the fiery red head down.

She sighed and quirked one eyebrow as she observed Malfoy staring at her when he thought she wasn't looking.

His eyes were boring into her, heating her up as if she were on fire.

She licked her lips and waved at him discretely. She laughed silently as he frustratedly ruffled his hair and pointedly looked away.

At least I'm getting under his skin. After I'm completing done with my plan, he's never going to make a crude joke about me again.

She sat there deviously contemplating how to turn Draco's poorly hidden attraction for her to her favor. She jerked out of her very Slytherin like expression when Harry's mouth hung open, half way through a bite, staring at her.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"Did you just...? Never mind" he said, having witnessed her flirty behavior just moments ago. He shared a very confused look with Ron, both of them inspecting Hermione closely.

"Maybe somebody hexed her" Ron whispered.

"Or Polyjuice" Neville suggested. Harry and Ron whipped around to find the slightly chubby kid nodding in thought.

They all looked back at Hermione, who was diligently scribbling in her notebook. This was normal until they noticed that her blouse had more buttons unbuttoned than usual.

They caught a glance at her lacy black bra peaking out from the plain white blouse. She sat oblivious, biting her lip in concentration.

"Um...Hermione?" Harry ventured.

She looked up, annoyed. "What Harry?"

He opened his mouth but couldn't tell her. He simply pointed at her chest and she looked highly afronted until she looked down and found her shirt half open. She gasped and quickly did the buttons up.

She reddened and turned her head down, pouring into her book.

This morning, she had been yelling at Malfoy about his poor manners and crude behavior.Then he had offered to get her robe and offered to tie it up for her. The smirk on his lips was desperately fighting to come out when he had said this. She smiled and undid the buttons on her shirt when he had fetched her robe.

He had stared at her chest the entire time until she had snapped her fingers infront of his eyes, jerking his head back up to her face.

Guess, she forgot to do it back up again.

She got up after dinner was over and headed out of the hall, accidentally bumping into Draco. He sneered at her and said, "Watch where you're going. I don't want to have a filthy mudblood touch me."

She glared at him and her hand tightened around her wand.

Doesn't want my touch over him does he? We'll see about that.

This fit perfectly into her plan. She rushed up to her room and changed, falling off to sleep quickly.


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Well into the night Hermione woke up to thunderstorms, just as she had predicted.
She creaked out of her room and tiptoed to Draco's room. Fortunately Dumbledore had only placed a ward over her room and not on his, just like the girls and boys' dorms.

She found him sleeping on his stomach, wearing just a pair of boxers. She halted for a moment, admiring his toned body lying across his bed.

His room was very disorganized, unlike hers. There were papers, boxes, and books everywhere. Yet somehow it felt empty. It felt just like a storage room, there wasn't a homely feeling. She wondered why until she realized that there were no personal possesions.

Nothing of real sentimental value. Hers had photos, letters, past gifts she had received. But his just had school material and clothes etc.

She stood by his bedside, wearing a short nightgown, coming down to her thighs. She had decided to be subtle so she chose a simple cotton one instead of silk.

"Draco" she whispered, bending down close to his ear.

He didn't respond.

"Draco" she cooed again.

He shifted and mumbled something. She laid a hand on his back and shook him slightly. He shot up, rubbing his eyes.

He sat silently, adjusting to the dark room, looking around until he spotted Hermione standing innocently.

He growled. "What the hell? You better have a good reason..no wait..you better have a good apology Granger"

She crawled on the bed close to him and he backed away. "But Draco.." she drawled his first name for emphasis. "I'm scared."

His eyes widened. Hermione Granger...girl who fought side by side with Harry Potter is scared?

A loud thunderclap echoed and she inched closer. "It's the thunder --bad bad memories" she said, shivering.

He stared at her incredulously. "Well what are you coming to me for?"

She pouted. "It's the middle of the morning - I can't just walk out of our quarters."

"Exactly - it's the middle of the morning! Go back to your room!"

Another louder thunder sounded throughout the room. She squeaked and clutched his arm. "Please Please let me stay?" she pleaded, boring into his eyes.

He jerked but she clung onto him.

"I...I..."

She dug her nails into his arm as the heavy rain thrashed against the roof. He hissed and rubbed his temples.

He stared at her for several moments, realizing that she wasn't going to relent. And he wasn't foolish enough to raise a wand to Hermione Granger. He'd probably end up in Azkaban.

"Fine" he said reluctantly. She hugged him in excitement and he tensed up.

He moved and she snuggled up in the bed. She curled up next to him and he glared at her. She just smiled and closed her eyes.

It took him several minutes to relax. Her soft skin was much more soothing than his silk sheets. The expanse of creamy skin being exposed did nothing to help him. He willed his eyes to stay shut and get some sleep.

His mind started to haze with fatigue until one last thought struck through his head.

Why in the world did I let Hermione Granger sleep in my bed?

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Sorry if i am geting you guys confused.. hermione is just getting bolder with her plan.