Don't Touch Me

Title: Don\'t Touch Me
Author: mistress meo
Summary: Draco pushes Hermione too far one night and Hermione fights back
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione
Feedback: yes please!
Betas: kittycath22

Author\'s notes: I came up with this one after seeing Prisoner of Azkaban. I wanted to show Hermione\'s stronger, more dominant side and what would happen if Draco pushed her too far. Though, it doesn\'t fall in their third year. I originally posted this on another site. After the third chapter, they took it down...I suppose I got a little carried away. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling is the keeper of all that is Harry Potter and is a goddess of the written word. This disclaimer applies for all future chapters. I do not profit from this story. It is just for my own amusement.

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\"Don\'t touch me!\" Malfoy yelled after she had pulled him to safety.

\"Don\'t touch you? I just saved you! You could at least say thank you!\"

\"Why should I thank you, Granger? You just put your filthy mudblood hands all over me! Ugh!\" he said disgusted. \"I need a shower,\" he finished under his breath as he turned away.

\"You ungrateful little...\" she started to say rounding on him, but he had already stalked away.

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So the head girl followed the head boy back to their common room determined to finish her say. \"Unbelievable, this is just like him, the stupid little git,\" she mumbled. \"I save him from stepping down into thin air after the stairs changed position and I get yelled at. Typical arrogant bloody prat!\"

She reached the portrait as it slammed shut. The fairy in the portrait grunted in surprise. \"He\'s in a foul mood,\" she said a little concerned since it was obvious Hermione had every intention of following him in. \"You don\'t know the half of it, and be warned....it\'s about to get worse. Pixie dust,\" Hermione said to the fairy and the portrait swung open.

He was stomping up the circular staircase heading towards their shared lavatory as she walked into the large open room.

\"Hold it right there, Malfoy,\" she yelled.

Stopping about halfway up the stairs he said, \"Shut it Granger, I told you, I need a shower.\"

\"I\'m not finished with you yet. Get...back...down...here!\" she stressed each word as she walked across the room. He sighed heavily rolling his eyes.

Turning around resuming his typical Malfoy condescendence he said, \"Okay, fine. You can apologize anytime, I\'m listening.\"

\"Apologize? For what?\" she couldn\'t believe he wanted her to apologize to him.

\"For touching me,\" he said as he slowly made his way back down the stairs.

\"You\'re crazy, you know that? Does it even occur to you that I saved your miserable ass?\"

\"I\'m aware of that Granger,\" he replied sauntering over to where she stood. \"What I don\'t like is the way you went about saving my,\" he paused there for a second before continuing, \"fine...piece...of ass.\" He made sure he stressed that last phrase while getting right up in her face. \"You do have a wand, you know, did you have to physically touch me? I\'m sure being miss know-it-all, there are about 100 spells you could have uttered to keep me from falling. But nooooo, you had to grab me! Ugh, just thinking about it is making me nauseous.\" With a pained look on his face he turned towards the stairs again.

\"In case you hadn\'t noticed, you clung to me like a scared little child,\" she countered folding her arms across her chest in a \'take that you stupid ferret\' stance.

\"I was caught off guard Granger, I didn\'t know what was happening or what I was doing,\" he said waving off her comment as if his initial reaction to his near fall meant nothing now.

\"Hah! A Malfoy....caught off guard?\"

\"Whatever, Granger. Be gone with you mudblood. You don\'t exist in my world today,\" he said dismissing her.

\"That\'s it!\" Hermione had enough. Before she could stop herself she grabbed him by his robes and swung him back around to face her, simultaneously reaching into her robes pulling out her wand. She pointed it directly at his chest and yelled, \"immobulus minorum.\" Malfoy stared at her, frozen. He couldn\'t believe she hexed him. Wait he couldn\'t move, he was literally frozen. He tried to move his arms and his legs, but it was useless.

\"What did you do to me, Granger?\" he said with a snarl.

\"I told you, I\'m not finished with you yet.\" Hermione took off her robe as she appreciated her handy work. \"It\'s an adjustment to a simple spell,\" she continued while putting her wand in the back pocket of her jeans. \'Time to get him back\', she thought. \"You can\'t move.....without my help,\" she finished, hands on hips and couldn\'t help but smirk as she looked at him.

Malfoy stared at her in disbelief. \"Granger, reverse this spell right NOW!\" he said through gritted teeth.

\"Um, no, I don\'t think so.\" He started to open his mouth to say something when she said, \"it\'ll wear off shortly, its not like this is permanent. Oh, and by the way Malfoy, I left you with the ability to speak as a courtesy, and in case you want to ask me nicely for my forgiveness, but I can silence you if you pref...\"

\"NO! No....listen, Granger. There seems to have been a misunderstanding.\"

\"Uh, huh.\"

\"You want a thank you, well then, thanks for saving me, now if you\'ll just reverse...\"

\"I told you, I\'m not finished with you yet. Time to give back what you\'re always giving me, Malfoy.\" She paced in front of him as she continued her rant. \"You see, for years you\'ve been calling me a mudblood...so often, in fact, that I\'ve gotten used to it. However, getting used to it doesn\'t mean that I like it. I hate it. I\'ve always hated it. It\'s a foul and loathsome thing to call someone. Everyone knows it, even you do, deep down in that cold hardened heart of yours, and yet, you continue to do it without so much as a twinge of regret. No matter how many times you make me angry and hurt me, you just keep on calling me that horrible word.\"

She stopped in front of him and came up close, right in his face as he did to her only a few minutes ago.

She changed her tone to cool, calm, collected and calculating. \"Now, you hate having me touch you, so, logically speaking, if I continue to do so often enough, you should get used to it.\"

\"I would never get accustomed to your touch...you filthy little...\"

\"Eh, eh, eh, Malfoy. I wouldn\'t finish that if I were you. It\'s only going to make this worse.\"

He looked passed her when she scolded him. Wanting his full attention, she reached up and angled his face directly towards hers so that he was looking directly in her eyes. \"Maybe this will teach you a lesson that\'s long overdue.\"

\"Get your hands off me, Granger,\" he was beyond angry.

\"No,\" she said simply, \"I\'m having too much fun watching you squirm.\" She unhooked the clasp on his robe and slowly slipped it off his shoulders.

\"What the bloody hell are you doing?\"

\"Touching you,\" she said while un-knotting his tie.

\"I can see that, why are you removing my robe and tie?\"

\"You didn\'t really think I\'d be touching you through your clothes, did you? That wouldn\'t give you the full effect of my muggle-born hands all over your pureblood body, now would it? I think touching your bare skin would be more effective for this lesson.\"

Malfoy\'s eyes grew wide and he swallowed hard, this wasn\'t good. He tried changing his approach. He reasoned with her.

\"Granger, stop it right now, I get the lesson and I won\'t call you a mudbloo...uh, that again. Okay? Point taken, now reverse the spell, damn it!\"

\"Nice try Malfoy, but the lesson has only just begun.\" Never breaking eye contact, she grazed her hands down his shirtfront to the top of his trousers, un-tucked his shirt and rubbed her hands back up his chest to the top button.

\"You evil little witch,\" Malfoy said shocked by the way she was truly enjoying torturing him. \"Always so prim and proper...\" he said under his breath.

\"I guess coming from one who has been nothing but evil to me since first year, I should take that as a compliment.\" She glanced down to check her progress with the buttons and found she was at the last one. Hermione looked back up into his eyes, she wanted to see his reaction to her touch. She slipped her hands inside his shirt and onto his hard flat stomach. He tried to look defiantly back at her but let out a slight hiss. She smirked at his discomfort. \'Quidditch does the body good\', she commented to herself. She ran her hands up his chest and onto his shoulders massaging them slightly.

\"How does that feel?\" she asked now running her fingers though the hair at the back of his neck.

Malfoy knew he had a problem. She was causing his anger to slip and if she kept this up, his very male libido was bound to make a very, ehem...grand appearance. He had to remain calm. There was absolutely no way he could let her see that she was getting to him. He tried telling himself that he wasn\'t reacting to her per say, he was just reacting to a girl touching him sensually...just a girl. Even the ugliest girl in school would eventually have this kind of effect on him, right? It had nothing to do with the fact that this was the untouchable, the pristine Miss know-it-all. She always knew just how to get his pureblood boiling. A girl he loved to hate...uh...hated, he just hated her - that\'s all. He would just have to just deal with this little game of hers until the spell wore off - how long could that take? \'Get it together man\'. Maybe if he imaged she was someone else it would be easier. \'Think of someone else, ANYONE else\', he scolded himself. But as much as he tried to picture Pansy touching him this way, he couldn\'t. He couldn\'t even take his eyes off of her.

When he didn\'t answer, she asked her question again, but this time more sternly. \"How does this feel?\" she asked as she fisted both hands in his hair.

He briefly glanced to the ceiling as if thinking of the right answer, but was actually trying to get himself under control. He then looked directly back at her and answered with classic Malfoy precision, \"Disgusting.\"

\"Really?\" she said as she raised her eyebrows, still looking in his eyes. She slipped his shirt off of his shoulders.

He took a deep breath, trying to come across as bored. \"Yes, really. You\'ve had your sadistic fun...now reverse the spell and I\'ll try not to kill you.\"

\"My fun has only just begun,\" she said while raking her nails down his chest.

Malfoy let out a slight moan. \'Damn it, why is she getting to me like this?....this is Granger for Merlin\'s sake\', he reasoned with himself, \'She\'s friends with scarhead - the enemy. Hell, she\'s the enemy. I\'m stronger than this. I will not let her seductive ministrations get to me\'. To cover his inadvertent moan, he exaggerated another, bothered moan and said, \"this is getting tiresome, Granger.\"

She leaned up to whisper in his ear, \"Not for me, when I\'m done you\'ll be begging me not to stop.\"

\"I doubt that very much,\" he said smugly.

She looked deep into his eyes and began to unbuckle his belt. \"Granger, you go too far!\" he yelled. Still staring into those icy blue eyes, with a hint of a smirk at the corner of her mouth, she unzipped his trousers and let them hang low on his hips revealing his green and sliver boxers.

\"GRANGER!\"

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