Against You

Author\'s Note: A bit of a long delay on the chapter, I know. I started school recently and hadn\'t the time to get to it. Still not a smut-tastic chapter yet, but Draco fun for sure next chapter :D Enjoy Hermione\'s denial in this chapter. Remember, girl, it\'s not just a river.



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Just keep your cool, Hermione. He just wants to rile you up so he can get on with nefarious plan he has in mind, but not this Gryffindor! Go on, just ignore him and get it over with.



As she glided past him, she tried to speak as coolly as possible, despite the shivers his heat had sent through her body, "Hurry up, Malfoy. The sooner we get this over with, the happier I\'ll be."



It was with that they proceeded down the first hall, wands out and lit, ears searching for the slightest sound of wrongdoing. Unfortunately for Hermione, it was deathly quiet in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. This gave her mind more room to chatter and her ears more sensitivity to the footfalls behind her.



She probably should have wondered why he walked behind her rather than in front of her (as Malfoy walking besides her was completely unthinkable). What Hermione did know, however, was that he was watching her with a rather uncomfortable intensity. She knew those cool, gray eyes of his were boring into her, as if tempting her to strip and shag him right in the hallway right then and there.



Wait one minute, Hermione Jean Granger! she admonished herself mentally, Do not, under any circumstances think of Draco Malfoy and shagging together!



A tinier piece of her mind added: ...You forgot "again". Though the first time you thought of him proved to be rather...pleasant.



"Urgh! This is absolutely ridiculous!" She groaned quietly to herself, stopping so suddenly that Malfoy pressed up right against her in surprise.



She froze. Her, a Gryffindor, froze in absolute terror (of what he might do or what her body wanted to do, she didn\'t know). He wasn\'t moving, either. He wasn\'t being lewd and pressing her hips into her bum and wasn\'t being forceful as he had just the other night. He was just standing there, sharing his warmth with her and before long, Hermione\'s body was trembling with anticipation (she blatantly denied it to herself and rationalized it to the creepy dark halls).



"Granger," he whispered, his lips just barely touching the top of her ear, his pale strands of hair tickling her face, "You shouldn\'t stop so suddenly when someone is following you..."



This time, Hermione couldn\'t repress the shiver of arousal that his words, his proximity, his spearmint breath sent through her. In the corner of her eye, she caught his lips curl up, just ever so slightly, before moving away from her completely. Without him, it was so cold...



"Don\'t just stand there with your mouth all agape," He said from the doorway of a classroom, "Do your job and help me check the classrooms."



Her face aflame for a completely different reason, Hermione worked hard to reign in her anger. Hexing the Head Boy was bad. Dumbledore would hate her and take away her position. She\'ll be an immature brat for doing that. Though, Harry and Ron would surely help her celebrate...Perhaps another round as a ferret would do him good.



Grip on her wand tight, she shook her head free of these vengeful notions. It would feel great right now, but where would she be in the future? Depressed and dishonored, not to mention roommates (Merlin forbid) with Lavender, Parvati and all their tittering glory. She had spent years feeling uncomfortable in her own skin once those girls started talking beauty, fashion and boys all night.



Rather than following Malfoy to the classroom he was inspecting, Hermione turned instead to the classroom on her right and slowly pushed the old wooden door open. The darkness was so oppressive, that with even her bright Lumos, she wouldn\'t be able to see to the back of the classroom. It wasn\'t her eyes that send her hair standing on end; her sensitive ears were detecting something from the back of the classroom, towards where the professor\'s desk would be. Her pulse was racing as her mind sorted through all the possibilities. What if some dangerous person managed to penetrate the school\'s grounds? Worse yet, what if one of many creatures had gotten loose and took to nesting in this classroom? It was with a fortifying breath that Hermione took another step forward and craned her neck towards the noises, straining to hear them.



It was rhythmic. It was the sound of ragged breathing, panting and some sort of repeated contact. She could have almost mistaken it for the sound of exercising, but what a strange place this would be to do it. Her brain immediately ruled the thought of wizards doing physical exercises in the middle of the night out (that was just far too silly), but just simply could not place it.



"That\'s a bit more than snogging, isn\'t it, Granger?"



So entranced by the sounds coming from the classroom, Hermione didn\'t even register Malfoy sneaking up right behind her. She practically jumped at the feel of his breath at her ear (yet again, this night) and it was a wonder she didn\'t shriek her head from surprise. He wasn\'t as close as he was just a few moments earlier, but honestly, he might as well have been. Her body was set on hyper-aware, and she just couldn\'t keep her attention off of him: his scent, his breathing, everything was making the hairs on her skin stand on end. Combined with the soft, wet sounds coming from the corner of the classroom, the experience was practically...erotic.



She should really stop them. Stop him from getting any closer, more importantly. Hermione didn\'t get the chance though.



Malfoy stepped in front of her, his posture exuding all the proper Head Boy vibes. Tall, straight and just a little bit (okay, perhaps a lot) of that superior air. He drawled out some severe punishments for the intimate pair, though she barely registered the words "detention," "House points" and a snicker or two. All she could feel, more than anything, was the thrum of heart within her chest and the heat building between her thighs. It was absolutely absurd what a simple kiss could do to such a girl!



Hormones! They ruin everything, Hermione thought bitterly.



Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it, she puffed out her chest and raised up her nose, searching for that bossy, swotty girl that seemed to have run away recently. Right now, Hermione needed to be HEAD GIRL, not some prissy teenage girl. Now was not the time to drench her knickers (any further).



"You two should honestly know much better than to be out and about after hours," she chastised the sixth years, "And how could you possibly doing, doing, doing, THAT sort of activity could be permissible in school?!"



The two students looked truly terrified of the Head Girl then; too terrified to notice the rather blatant ogling Malfoy was doing. He wore a smirk and a look of smug satisfaction as he watched his partner go at them for quite awhile longer.



"Now get out of here and go straight to your rooms!"



Her bellow echoed off of the empty classroom, sending the poor students scurrying for their respective dormitories. Her breath was still a tad labored from giving them the thorough lecture and in hindsight, maybe she shouldn\'t have been so hot tempered with them. Though, to be truthful, her temper (especially with her boys) was already quite legendary.



"Come on, Granger, we\'ve still got a lot of ground to cover," Malfoy drawled from the doorway, "Unless, of course, you\'d rather stand there daydreaming about my naked body?"



Hermione\'s face flush and she whirled around to face him, wand out and pointing, but to her chagrin, he had already walked off. Malfoy, naked?! As if she would ever voluntarily bring forth the image of his nude body! She was only thinking about him naked at this moment because he had suggested it! Words, after all, are very influential on one\'s thought processes, and this time it was no different.



It would shame the students of Hogwarts that their precious, pure (by pure, most meant so-virginal-because-her-wand-was-too-far-stuck-up-there) Head Girl was busily trying to clear her head of a toned, pale body, whose arms were wrapped around her own naked form, hands caressing her skin, lips teasing hers...



ENOUGH, HERMIONE, she mentally screamed, It was just one night, one kiss, it meant nothing! Hormones, is all! Simple, bloody, hormones!



With that sentiment resolutely set in her mind and her nose in the air, Hermione Jean Granger walked out, swearing that she simply could not lose to bloody hormones.