Help Me Draco

A/N: This is actually a spin off from another fic i wrote called, "Help me Ron", that fic is now completed. when i wrote it and added the bit about draco and hermione, i decided to write their story as well, but i didnt want them to be a subplot, so i decided they needed their own fic.


Prologue
Draco was in the common room lazily flipping through a periodical. It was always a good idea to watch how his fathers business ventures were going. He planned to take part as soon as he was out of Hogwarts, much to his father’s delight. Lucius Malfoy was even more delighted when Draco began asking him to send business based newspapers and magazines so he could get a foundation on the industry.

He had become bored with this months issue, as nothing of merit was going on at the moment, but he read up anyway. “Draco,” Pansy called as she came across the common room and dropped in a seat next to him, “can you help me out with something?”

“Always.” He said, putting his periodical aside and looking at her. Pansy had gone through hell itself over the summer, surviving a horrible rape. She was saved by Ron Weasley who had been passing by and came across the attack, and stopped it. He dealt with her rapist and took her to St. Mungo’s. She then spent the whole summer with Ron and his family, afreaid to go anywhere without her rescuer, but she needed it. Ron was more of a help then anyone could imagine.

It took Pansy the whole summer and most of the term to deal with life again, and Draco couldn’t be happier for her. She had grown close to Ron because of his devotion to help her and now Draco suspected if they hadn’t shagged already, they were about to. He saw his longtime friend looking at Weasley differently, and it warmed his own heart to see her happy again.

“It’s about Granger.” Pansy said. “She made some comments about Ron not being the best choice for me to be intimate with.”

“What business is it of hers.” Draco asked, with a frown. Granger always had a tendency to assume she knew more then the average witch or wizard and that may be true but then again Draco also knew more then the average witch or wizard.

“I agree, but there’s a long story behind it, and I’m sure you will find out about it eventually.” She told him smiling.

“Why would I?” He asked her with a knowing grin. He had an inkling of what she might ask of him. Pansy knew he liked challenges and mysteries, but she also knew that Draco was capable of solving issues she either didn’t want to deal with or couldn’t. Given that it was Granger, he would imagine she just didn’t want to deal with the girl anymore.

“I need you to keep her distracted. She’s bothering Ron and me enough as it is.” Pansy said. “She has issues with control, and I know you would be the perfect one to help her with those issues.” Draco had to laugh at her smile, and her cunningness. She was setting up a challenge alright.

“You want me to shag her?” Draco said. No use in beating around the bush.

“That’s your decision, I just want her distracted enough to leave Ron alone.” Pansy said, watching Draco lift an eyebrow. He knew she had another viewpoint. “I want her to leave me alone too.” She added.

“Alright Pansy, I’ll do what I can.” He told her, and accepted a hug, before she hurried out of the common room. Draco didn’t ask what Granger had done but he had feeling she had overstepped her boundaries and tried to speak for Weasley. He grinned and rose from his chair, intending to find out.

Hermione watched Ron hurry down the hall and knew where he was going. She jumped up, clutching her book and raced down the corridor trying to catch him. She had to make him listen, she had to make him understand, she had to……. Her pursuit was halted when she ran smack into a male body and landed on her ass on the floor.

“Going somewhere Granger?” Draco asked, smirking down at her. He was in jeans and a blue button up shirt, perfectly pressed no less, and with a single flaw.

“I don’t have time for this Malfoy.” She rose and tried to hurry after Ron again but he grabbed her arm and swung her back against the wall. Planting his hands on either side of her shoulders he fixed her with a hard gaze.

“Who are you after?” He asked, although he knew. He had been watching Granger and saw how she glared after Weasley took off.

“What makes you think I’m after anyone?” She asked, suddenly very nervous.

“Could it be because you are running down the same path Weasley just took? Why are you trying to catch up with him?” He asked in his typical mocking tone, knowing she hated it.

“I need to talk to him.” She said, but not very convincingly.

“Why?” Draco pressed. “Him and Pansy normally spend this time together. They need some privacy.” He said. It was an honest statement that he would have said to anyone, but Granger needed to hear it more then anyone.

“But they might…..” She froze.

“They might what? Get their shag on?” He asked with a smile, secretly hoping they would.

“That’s not funny.” She said with her eyes blazing fire at him. From what he could see of her ears they were turning red, and for some reason he found it cute.

“Ohhhhh, angry about that are we?” He asked, his face taking on a teasing shock and grin.

“They shouldn’t…..” Again she was stopped.

“What they should and shouldn’t do is up to them.” He said. “Stay out of it.”

“Ron is my friend.” She told him firmly.

“Pansy is my friend.” He said just as firmly, then his face softened. “It seems to me that if you have someone to focus on, you might not care that much about what they do.” He said lifting an eyebrow. He had learned the eyebrow trick from his head of house and it had fast become his favorite trick.

“I don’t know what you are….” He stopped her with a kiss. Hermione lost her breathe. Draco was a much more powerful kisser then Ron. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her against the stone wall. With a tilt of his head, he parted her lips with his and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Hermione let out a gasp that he eagerly swallowed and fought to breathe as he kissed her. Draco for his part, was pleasantly surprised. He thought she would refuse him and push him away but she was too shocked to do anything but respond. He could feel her chest swelling with air, forcing her breasts against his chest and it made him instantly randy.

He slowly broke off the kiss but didn’t pull his body away. He took a great amount of pride in her swollen lips and her less then perfect hair that was now out of control from being brushed against the stone wall. Her plain and outright confusion over what had just happened was a bonus as well.

He slowly pushed against the wall, coming away from her body and taking her hand. “Why don’t we find a place to talk on our own, shall we?” Without knowing why, she didn’t protest.